Poway High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Poway, CA)

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Some of the Best Years of Ou All of our friends Lost and gained Are locked in our minds, those memories that stay remained. We've watchedthem graduate, now we seeffhgmgiff iii isti't ffcome. Some of the best years of their life, spent beneath the Poway sun. After school detentions, How we complained, just so unworthy to mention! So we ditched, look what that got us into, IN-SCHOOL SUSPENSION! Trips to downtown, Dressing spiffy just to hear some groovy sounds Outrageous nights singing to the ocean, hangin' out having fun til the night turns into day. Remember our first trip to the ASB store? All squashed up 6? just a 'feeling like sardines, Nevertheless those sweets drew us back for more. Wot' aboutour high school sweethearts, On Returning to the University Library OR How I Spent My Summer Vacation. Here, the wandering tick' t of sole meeting marble g defines a more eternal aff The past progress reports ' of how and whyig fi Space expands to the universe within. Volumes, numbered like newly discovered stars, open to other worlds, the infinite of another's A These minds dissolve s'ss S S the calm misplaced R I apoet's r Life Haaaaa, what a BIG JOKE!! So simply tragic when we broke apart! If they only knew we laugh at them, They'd probably choke! Our first big social gathering was some homecoming game, That's when we realized our friendship's bond, was strong and willing to gain. The season's cold, and warm sweep on by, Wow, time has passed rather Come hither my friend, Let's analyze the situation winds quickly. and the theory of WI-IY? After much Indicia Rose incense is burned A warm presence is left. Like when we leave these rooms and halls, Such a special part of our life is left. Ready or not, awaiting are those blue Jun Then my best friend is when we must bid our goodbyes. e skies. To the youthful times of high school Some of the best years of our life. Jeannie Burkhardt Senior Stacked and strewn in mid-use over an oaken expanse, my quarried armful depicts a mind in bas relief Away from the clay of adolescents, thought quickens to incadescence, drawing me from the mire like dawn smoke rising from Tuscan kilns. Nearby, The School of Athens invites me to ponder in the vaulted hemisphere where thinking's as deft as the celestial gesture Raphael uses to define Plato. Today, scholarship's spell suggests pursuing perfection unsullied by the lies of Scantron certainty, the blasphemy of teaching, tempting a mind done-in by the mundane. But even this day, yes, joyously spent exploring among seekers, has healed my spirit enough to sense must in the academy's ether. And to remember: the mind can find knowledge in a pantheon of ideas, but wisdom comes from learning to love all that's less than perfect in the cosmos or a classroom. Thomas March English Department Literory Contest 337

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I-IO ORABLE MENT O I am the teacher of silence. I will be the rider of peace. I have captured and trapped the escape I befriended a queen now gone. I hear beyond words to the hearts of men. I am miiistrel in a world in need of joy. I dance ,e. with creatures of dreams giving them in ggeee white kingdom. I arriian Amethyst with elevenwacets. I am the daughter of Earth and Sea. The Rose calls me sister. wind bears me to far shores, a quest to my empty heart. The Gypsy calls me Windwalker. Christine Macllroy Senior For Coach A young athlete's eyes shyly cross our circle Brimming with hope Gazing in awe of the stjggength beneath our muscles He listens r r:rr To the quiet courage beating steadily in our hearts To the love for our team That subtly took over our lives And you, starting with hope Created runners of life. Kathy Grasberger Senior I Memory The present is the ground we stand on firm beneath our feet How hard it is to look ahead I I and wonder at the road before us. The past beckons I with golden drops of memory i I It shimmers and disappears I r l I A like the silk ofa fine web y if g How wellang to elcqichrihyegesy amidst I grandpa oneslasti timely , , is yrii iriii I y I ine-dark rlwurs. we yet. eel theopresent ge. 2 3 fsornething can grasp, the new the iiyifwrhise. f? fi V ',.' , K.:' ' I We livegforfwhart Iiaveinatfefflyyi rgily sre.. 1 yyriy I ryig S0 Chefishyifhf rw . if andychefzshfmvfe-swing is to .co il 1 gr . j l A I Junior I l I I I I A336 Literary Contest Drips of blood flawlessly flow From your porcelain nose Staining your white cotton Knit pants y Gaily you laugh out loud pointing To you nostril saying: Oh, rusty Pipes. Ha-ha. This disease of yours is degradingly Awful. It is not a joke .,.. Nothing to laugh qQ at Killing your beautiful, bright brain Pulling blood away from your pumping Heart Breathing your last breath . . . Broken mirrors Old picture frames White dust falling from the blue Horizon. .ut Rolled bills Broken pens Can you not see your reflection? I shed a shiny crystal tear Down my soft cheek It reminds me of the fiery Drop of blood which dripped From your Rusty pipes. Tawnee L. Knudsen I ilil I Senior EDITOR'S NOTE: ' This year's Literary Contest was extremely success ful with over 150 entries. All poems were outstand ing so choosing the top twelve poems was extremely g difficult! I To all who participated, Thank you es4f4hMgmmgi11. I ' ' ' Associate Editor gy I I I A slii y stry I I I Iffyeflllfd 411 sfhflsfdpfi - from ...I Grfflsseltezn r yyss . lit. 1 stctrs jf ' ' T1 otui 1 usilyr F757 r i tycs ger. lat. ieyo jf to ftognif. fingers through if. ryil Weiss .iff r A s Seniorsi 'I I r

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BB ii A 3 ii H1TH' ' iciiic t The Greedy Era has ended! --- Newsweek Magazine 338 Current Events Gut of News According to some, 1987 was the year of the bimbo with Gary Wandering Heart and the PTL scandal. However, with the turn of the new year, people were too busy watching the Winter Olympics or consider- ing Presidential nominees and all scandals were pushed aside. This past year was one which tested all emotions. We experienced Baby Jessica's pain and the horror from the stock market crash. Also, this year was important for world peace. It seems as though the selfish era has ended and the humanitarian era has be- gun. lt's about time people cared more about the other people as well as them- selves. Still, the 1987-88 year left us with many unforgettable memories and pre- pared us for the many years left to exper- ience. 1-fi SL ui' ull'