Montbello High School - Flashback Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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Teacher Who Makes A Difference Beatrice B. Madden, English Teacher, was honored by Channel 4 in March, 1988, as a Teacher Who Makes A Difference. Ms. Madden has taught at Montbello High School since the opening of the school. She was given this award for her work in creating the Poetry Club and supporting the students in their publications of poetry throughout the year. The moon shone ln the night. A single star Shed it's light. The straw rustled An animal sighed. A hush fell A baby cried. How could that Humble stable bring - The light that would Surround a King? Ms. Madden Members of the Poetry Club work on their poetry book

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Adopt A School Excursion A guest speaker shows students secrets in d6SlgIllIlg ' Ok guys, here's how its done Students design their idea of the West Coast. Q1 A S Q

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There's a knife in my heart. I'm dying. Nobody knows my part. I'm crying. I say that I'm fine I'm ly ing. I don't have much time. I'm sighing. There's a knife in my heart. I'm dying. Poetr Club Matthew Wilson FATE Fate brought us together Hate tore us apart Love is the only thing in our hearts. The quality choice was fate again. That's how we came together once again. From a distance far beyond our grasp journeys our love through times that pass. For if we could start all over again, Our love would be stronger and never end. love is a rose hanging from a rear view mirror on a saturday afternoon after a friday night full of joy and butterflies. it is a conversation - interrupted with a kiss when you're not expecting it. it is holding hands on Broadway and a long, drive in the spring . . . going nowhere - Joh n Patti I KNOW NOW THAT SHE LOVES ME NOT I know now that she loves me not, Because she loves another. But my heart yearns for her love like a withered rose waiting for water. Her name is like a lovely song, Sung by a small, small bird. It lives and sings within my heart repeating the one word. I know that she has to say no word, No syllable, no sound. From her eyes I know she loves me not and now my life goes down. Wanda Lee