Radford High School - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Radford, VA)

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We are different yet alike — at least in the time and place of here and now. We drift together then apart — only once or so do we make impressions which will last beyond time. And yet, we touch each others ' lives — if just for a single moment — by being who we are US and being where we are HERE and being when we are NOW and being why we are — why? WHY are we we ? because . . . just because Jean Lightner

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Little boy sad, Little girl blue. Why do you look at the world as you do ? Why do you feel this world is at an end, When there ' s a new hope for this old world right around the bend? You sing of hate and violence and fears. But this new peace is coming and will prevail for years. So change your song to one of peace and love. And live with a prayer that will be answered from above. Little boy dead, Little girl gone. You ' ve died and left me with no more than a song. A song for peace that ' s coming tomorrow To do away with hate and prejudice and sorrow. But this world is imperfect — I know it ' s full of flaws. So, ask me not why we must all sing, I ' ll softly answer because . . . just because Kathy Wall 7

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It started almost like any other day — but something made this day different or maybe even better. You were waiting for that first long clanging of that familiar bell — the bell that would begin a year of memories. You were thinking of the summer days and nights, which fled by so rapidly, so unnoticed, yet so full of unforgetful moments. Then, the bell rang, and you entered the door. A new school, with polished tile floors, was waiting to be trampled through by hundreds of dirty feet. The new lockers, with befuddling combinations which so often offered excuses for being late to class, were waiting to be stuffed with books and coats and to be banged upon and kicked at. The faculty and administration were waiting and hoping that the confusion which reigned supreme in the past years would be overcome by the new school building. You were waiting through that day (and that year) with mixed feelings wondering, hoping, growing until suddenly — as if a balloon had burst and you fell — it was all over. You took a good, long look at yourself. Am I different than I was that first day ? You have changed; things have changed. And something makes you realize that you and all those things will never be the same — The same as they were on that first day — The same as you were this past year. But something did make this year different or maybe even better perhaps the best. But you don ' t know why, and neither do I. But, maybe it ' s because . . . just because Kathy Wall