Kingswood Oxford High School - Retrospect Yearbook (West Hartford, CT)

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The fifth form was a confusing year. People were going every which way, proceeding at their own rates. Ships passing in the night. Politics created conflict. And many of us became political. An increasing polarization. You versus me. Us versus them. My group versus your group. Hurrah for our side. But we still had to live with each other. People did have faults, but living with them was a test of our maturity. Some of our classmates were changing before our eyes. And others hadn’t changed from their initial entry into Kingswood. College became more important and more immediate. Competition: classroom, ath- letic fields, verbal. It was never so intense. And the senior year. Seniors. The final year. And college just around the corner. Another year of change and growth. The world seems to be coming faster at us every year. Social change became intense. Politics was again a large part of our lives. But somehow it seemed less important. For some of us there was an active participation. For others there were other campaigns. The sen- ior year. 7

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We would like to think of it as a cycle. Entry, advancement, and departure. But it’s not. It’s an evolution. There will never be another class at Kingswood just like us. With our ideals, our hopes. Things are changing too rapidly. Kings- wood can’t be a shrine to the memory of the class of 71. Much of what we live with, accept, and hope for now will be different when we come back to visit Kingswood. As it must be. But our mark will be felt. Our thoughts, hopes, and ideals will be taken wherever we go. For we are part of time. We are now. And what we are will never be again.