John Bowne High School - Opus Yearbook (Flushing, NY)

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As we approach the close of our senior year at Bowne, we have the opportunity to reflect on the memories of our lives as freshmen and sophomores. Each of us has matured in innumerable ways, creating a new person to confront the world. Some ha ve not as yet discovered their recently cultivated identities. Others are sure of themselves and their futures. Neither of the two can consider themselves whole unless they recognize their dreams. Fantasy. Reverie. Wsion. Dream. The title is insignihcant but the emotion is critical. Nothing compares to satisfaction which stems from a dream Hnally fulhlled? Life is a construction built on a foundation of dreams and aspirations. In the uncertain years as freshmen and sophomores, many of us dreamt of the glory which accompanies the spotlight after these difhcult, sometimes trying, often exciting years, the uncertainty lingers. Maturity does not necessarily come with age but rather with the realization of your dreams. Until these ha ve been satished, we will always remain freshmen. The na viete of life is overcome with the answered prayer of a dream come true. May all your dreams come true. Marilyn McGrover

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