LaSalle High School - Lantern Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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a spare moment — maybe after an assembly or before fourth hour— to sit there, anywhere, sit and think, or rest — with slumped shoulders and tilted neck ust to be alone, sometimes everyone must be alone — sometimes — you wish you had the guts to stand alone, to do something important, to react to anything impassioned, to say your piece, but then — who doesn ' t? who doesn ' t? who doesn ' t get bored at times, too? what senior doesn ' t wish himself graduated in the middle of winter or see the whole four years through the eyes of a punch-drunk fighter; yet — that passes — and those lonely moments — those seconds of each day- when you ' re alone — it makes you wonder if anyone else feels the same just being all alone.

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elbows jar trays trays bump heads heads wag tongues and the conversation is stimulating — refreshingly non-academic, the taste is sometimes elusive, but — we are young and ravenous — and it is food — and it is good — the rest of the day — becomes bearable.

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Looking for something up, down, here, there our eyes wander there are times when the day- gives us a chance to anticipate tomorrow — not the immediate tomorrow but the tomorrow molded from our dreams, dreams that are made in the quiet moments — dreams that transpose our souls and leave us shattered at the cliff of reality, dreams made on the slivers of today and the splinters of yesterday. Tomorrow is but one dream: to grow to find to aspire hardest of all to believe in one ' s self. This is the dream that is all tomorrows and each day is a precious element looking seeking higher than the clouds.