Kingston High School - Xenolith Yearbook (Kingston, MI)

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The way we once were THE WAY WE ONCE WERE Remember the days of 10 fc candy bars and I5 fc soft drinks. And how can the Senior class forget our Kindergarten teacher Mrs. Win- gert. Kindergarten was the time of building blocks and telling Mrs. Wingert that Jim Bruce hit me in the shoulder. Before we knew it, it was first grade. With first grade came our teachers Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Ste- venson. We were a smart group of first graders (that is smart with our tongues). The mature second graders. (That's what we called ourselves) That was the year we found out that five apples and seven apples didn't make 13. (By the way if you're wondering it makes 12. ) The fall of 1965 brought third grade, and with third grade came Love. The in thing to do was to go with someone. Remember the famous note, I Love you, do you Love me yes or no. Fourth grade was a so-so year. That year Mrs. Denhoff found a few fourth graders in her class. It seemed Mrs. Kelly and Mrs. Wal- lace ran out of room. Before we knew it we were in fifth grade, that year was some- thing else. At noon time we would all get together, play records and of course do the latest teen dances. We thought we were COOL! We were all ready for sixth grade. Everyone wanted to get in Mr. Walk's class and have fun. But a few kids got the honor of going into Mrs. Beith's class. Three words were on our mind Spelling, Geography, and of course having fun in Mr. Walk's class. A strange thing happened in sixth grade. Usually teachers get done teaching in June, Mr. Walk left in April. (Probably to avoid the rush.) As we stood outside that cool summer morning in 1969, we all wondered what seventh grade would bring. It brought a lot: lockers, changing classes, and dances. With Eighth grade we also found the coming of our first float. We all had fun building it. It look- ed terrible and believe me it was terrible. Now came the big stuff--we were freshmen. We got initiated and that was fun. No one had to wear deodorant that day because all you could smell was onions. Our Sophomore year came, but before it could leave we all had to take Biology. Biology was the class that we finally found out where our brain, stomach, and our kidneys were. In the year we became Juniors, came the fantastic Junior Prom and our play. And now after all these mem- ories we are Seniors. This year we felt like big Seniors, Time flies, so the Senior class of 1975 says to all underclassmen, Make the best of your school days because before long, you'll be remembering the way you once were. 3

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The way we act