Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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I’m safe and secure at Regis, but sometimes, just sometimes I step into the big, cold world. Am I a china doll, and will I shatter? When I must live in this world, will I sit on a shelf and collect dust? Or will I roar? Roar so my cries are heard, from D.C. to Moscow. Others will join me . . . we’ll line up in rows and some of us will be knocked down but not shattered. I’m heading in a direction. I’m running and no one will catch me until they have recognized my presence. Some might wish I didn’t exist, and not listen, but I don’t give a damn. I have something to say, something to give, and I want someone to listen and someone to take and accept. I also must listen and take, but not until I’m sure of my existence. Then I will be living. 8

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