Maumee Valley Country Day High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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26 Every recollection of the place where one grew up brings a twinge of nostalgia. Others may be indifferent to it or think it an ordinary place, but to each one of us it is the best in the world... Alexander Solzhenitsyn | left the woods for as good a reason as | went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that | had several more lives to live, and couldn't spare any more time for that one ... The surface of the earth is soft and impres- sionable by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the high ways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! | didn't wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there | could best see the moon- light amid the mountains. | do not wish to go below now. | learned this, . . . that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, he will meet with a suc- cess unexpected in the common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded and interperted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the licence of a higher, order of beings. Henry David Thoreau David Ninneman

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GREG SHIBLEY Quarterback 6-2 A Decade of Memories After taking the entrance exam, | was asked if | want- ed to skip second grade. | gleefully agreed to the jump and entered MV in grade three—a real whiz kid. The first day of school | caught the wrong bus going home. | didn’t get there until after 6:00 p.m. My parents were as nervous and frightened as | had ever seen them. They had called the school, the police, and | think my dad was dialing JFK as | opened the front door. It was a rather inauspicious beginning. In fifth grade | spent twenty minutes talking Jamie Black out of a fight ..........06 he would have killed me. Sixth grade was the greatest, thanks to T. R. Deupree. Grade eight—where it all began. Chris Woodland. With the freshman year began intense concentration on excellence in both academic and extra-academic endeavors and dedication to success as a Maumee Valley student. As a sophomore | had my easiest year; things were falling into place. Sam McCoy masterfully taught bio- logy. The junior year was incredibly difficult. Work, work, My Lord, so much work! But | received some of the best teaching | will probably ever receive. Joe Cool- idge and Chuck Lundholm have all my respect. My senior year is one not soon to be forgotten. There were, without a doubt, some uneasy moments. Just the same, | thoroughly enjoyed my last year: walking through the halls for the last time; talking with the younger guys and knowing that someday they would have to cope with the feeling of leaving MV; admiring the campus and reminiscing about the days when | regarded seniors as “big guys,”’ persons to be revered and, in time, emulated; sitting around with the faculty, sometimes joking, sometimes seriously discussing the future. Induction into The National Football Foundation and Hall of Fame and involvement in the Model Unit- ed Nations were tremendous thrills, great honors. You see, | grew up at Maumee Valley. | entered as a young boy and now leave as a young man. The school provided me with opportunities | would never have been afforded elsewhere. For this | am grateful. For , : the rest | am grateful, too. | was an MV student for Student Council President ten years. | love the place. The Tomahawk Editor 28