James Monroe High School - Valhalla Yearbook (North Hills, CA)

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from a Ghost Inside of Me These hurried words From my fingertips But my mind, my soul Is not in control . . rione but a ghost inside of me. A light goes on From under my doorway I know not of imagination O, Apparition, from a world unknown, speak to mel Or could it be ... Nothing more than the ghost inside of me. But as the clock draws nearer To the midnight mark, I feel suddenly a presence. And my head, it turns so swiftly- And then just as quickly (as it came), 1 am alone in the dark. Alone in the dark with only . . . This ghost from inside of me. Janel Watkins There are people . . . There are people who try hard for a day. And they are good. There are people who try hard for a year. And they are better. There are people who try hard for many years, And they are very good. But some people try hard throughout their whole lives. And they are really indispensable. Tony Gonzales oto byr Cfndy I

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The day is coming, it will soon be here. The day when we leave our friends so dear. The people we never really met Are becoming the faces we ' ll never forget. The teachers we thought we ' d always hate The ones who were always a bit irate. Are actually fascinating, fun, and great. The tardy sweeps, garbage heaps, hall passes. And boring classes will soon be part of the past. Mow did the time go by so fast? This day has departed, and so has time- But the memories of High School will always be mine. Sheryl Binstein THE CURSE or THE ENGLISH TEACHERS I think that I have never known A book as lame as Ethan Frome. My teachers say it ' s good for me But I know that they ' ll never see That when 1 scan across the page The style just puts me in a rage. How can someone wr ite like that? Strange vocab - they must be cracked! Just what do they expect of me? Praise Joyce ' s poem about a tree? Read ten chapters by tonight. Mow you see that we must fight The literature they force on us Which we MUST read without a fuss. Ask me to read and I will sing, Give me a novel by Stephen KingI Of course you know they ' d say it ' s dumb Because reading that would be fun. Wade Wisinsk You see him from across the way Tongue-tied — you don ' t know what to say. Walk right up to take a chance Scared and daring . . . it ' s for romance. ♦ Tor a long time we ' ve been a pair The special times and feelings we share. They ' ll never be forgotten or lost- We ' ll keep them forever ... at all costi I think about you when we ' re apart, I keep your picture in my heart. I love you more every day- I hope this love won ' t drift away. Michelle Fuller 168

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Can ' t Take It With You, II (With apologies to Kaufman 8f Hart) Meridith, fifteen, sings opera, bakes bread. And remembers by heart everything that she ' s read. She can do anything, as her mother once said In the house on Chdey Lane. Colleen, seventeen, has little time or concern Tor dusting or vacuuming when it ' s her turn. But she ' s the smartest and is always the quickest to learn In the house on Clidey Lane. Rigley, ninteen, has invented something new- And just last week he perfected the kazoo- But meanwhile he ' s working on Super-Stick-Glue In the house on Clidey Lane. Jefferson, twenty-four, is a business man Who does for his siblings the best that he can But he ' s fallen in love and is embarrassed by the clan In the house on Clidey Lane. Jefferson ' s girl is as rich as can be And her father is dubious: he just cannot see How the Therancleave family could live with such glee In the house on Clidey Lane. Their parents live in Tahiti, and what ' s more Is that the people are even stranger next door. And the huge, musty rooms are cluttered galore In the house on Clidey Lane. Oh, Daddyl Jefferson ' s girl did cry, Can ' t you see that those are all good reasons why My dear love needs such a woman as I In the house on Clidey Lane? Although the Therancleave household, so oddly presented. Was still just a bit by her father resented. He understood her feeling and eventually relented To the house on Clidey Lane. Jennifer Quinton :-. ' ? ; ; ' •.;-V r£ So Long Will you remember me after we are through? Think of all the times we ' ve been together and all the things We ' ve done So long ago. It hurts to accept that it will all be over so soon, After it ' s taken so long . . . So long to find each other. So long to build our love. Will you remember me After our time has passed? Or will I be just another face in the yearbook- Remembered as just one of your friends? If this is what I will have to face. Then I must say-So long. Jill Witzman 170