Mount Saint Joseph Academy - Mount Yearbook (Rutland, VT)

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Father. Four years ago we entered into a world of insecurity and confusion in the realization that we were beginning a phase of our lives extremely different than we had ever experienced before. Listening to the philosophy of this building that we would attend for the next four years of our lives, we didn't comprehend the saying, at First, that M.S.J. is not a building! It looked like a building! What were you trying to tell us? In retrospect, we can only turn to you to see the philosophy of love, caring, and friendship perfectly exercised in every aspect of your life. You have given us a part of you that no one can ever take away, the gifts of friendship and love. You have shared with us the fondest memories of our high school years. Comforting us in our sorrow and rejoicing in our triumphs arc just small examples of how you have given unselfishly of yourself. Well, now it’s time to move on. to chase the horizons our dreams have explored, to pursue the life we have imagined, to capture the stars once thought impossible to reach. You have given us self-confidence, pride, and most of all, you have helped us to find ourselves, to be the supreme creatures God has meant us to be. to live, to chase our dreams to pursue our imaginations, to reach the stars, to meet the goals we have set for ourselves, to be proud of our true persons, and to grow. Father La valley, you ha vc portrayed the qualities of a friend so vividly that you arc the most unforgettable person in our high school world. To you. we. the class of 1980, dedicate this yearbook, with all our love.

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SEASONS The seasons are changing and so arc we; we're starting to tell our childhood goodbye. We're not the little children we used to be; in some ways we're different entirely. It's a little sad to sec children play, to think we'll never again be that way. Perhaps it's the future we fear, fear of losing something of the past that is very dear. Unlike loved ones, time we cannot hold; we pass by a mirror and realize it has made us old. It's just that the minutes, hours and days go by so fast and happy times of the present soon become the past. Yes it seems just like yesterday that we were small; then suddenly years come upon us and it docsn't seem like time at all. Trying so hard to keep up with today's memories of good times fading away. Growing up is hard to do when you want to enjoy life's moments which are few. We might always be children at heart and from that will be much harder to part. The seasons are changing and so arc we and we must tell our childhood goodbye —