Ridgeview Middle School - Renaissance Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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Ripples Sailboats pass in the night, Silent waves cross over, The ripples of hope in a dream without light, Coping with success. by, Katie Burkholder SB1 What Is A Man? What is a man? I ask. He is power and soul And wants to reach a goal. He has leadership and walks as .1 guide. He is a man with great pride. He has a heart that gives to the poor. I ask you again, What is a man? He believes in his country. Yes, indeed, He is a man who always sees a need. This man is a symbol of place today, And he is a representative of the U.S.A. by, Susan Gorejaf8A4 Will It Snow? Will It Snow? Not a trace in the sky, Not a cold air flow, Not a weather report, Will It Snow? Will It Snow? Not a flake I see fall from the sky, Still no hope for the slightest flurries, I wait and wait and wonder, Will It Snow? Will It Snow? Although snow is rare, I will still say a prayer, But it's useless, snow is not in sight, Will It Snow? Will It Snow? Tommy Cloud 6C1 Time Today a boy, Tomorrow a man. Love and happiness go hand in hand. Through the years we've had great fun We've laughed. We've danced. We've sung along But now it's time to slow ourselves down To think. To watch. To understand. That love and happiness go hand in hand by, Blakely Ginn 7B2

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Creative Performers, Ridgeview Past 8: Present Long ago Ridgeview began And the principal was An intelligent man. Boys and girls were in senior high, Football games and dances Did apply. Then it changed in 1985 And the middle school Came alive. Now a woman principal have we, And she is just as great as he. Students, teachers, and friends too, R.M.S. is great for you! bv, Mrs. Smith's homeroom 6D1 The Bad Day Today is not very good, In fact it's very bad. People are mad at me, They're making me very sad. You're ugly and a jerk! I hear the teasing names. . . h Dome don't let me in their games. When the school bell rings, The children run and sing. Not a one says good-bye. That's O.K. I won't even cry. Now it's time for bed just like the usual way. When I awake it'll be a better da Darkening QE A Nig t Darkness falling upon me, The light so far away, For the end of the day has just arrived Morning hours away. 5, by, ' Katie Burkholder 8B1 by, jennifer Meir 7B2 x 1

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Tennis Tennis is a great sport You play it on a tennis court Running over to get a ball You notice the other tean1 is six feet talll Serving, smasliing, and hitting too The other team is heating youl Five-love, five-one, five-two, then five-three You tell yourself, They can't beat mel You turn your racket to put on spin With a I1ope and desire to win You hit a shot tI1at you know will drop in And wI1en it does you yell, Win, win, win! Five-four, Five-all and then a tie-breaker This could be the n1atcl1 taker After two hours ar1d a half or so You finally beat your tennis foe! by Marc Glenn oDl 76 Me I think that I shall never be What people have seen in me. A person whose nose is in a book, And a hand upon the chesspiece rook. A person whose head is a net Where the schedule of life is set. A person that tries to uphold good, But not all evils are withstood. A person that may in summertime work Instead of going where adventures lurk. Upon whose soul scars are stark, And experiences leave their mark. But Cod has given courage and love, And hope and blessings from above. I have tried to be what I am not, But now I accept what I have got. by, David Chung SB3 Twas The Last Day Of School 'Twas tI1e last day of school Before summer began, The students were dreaming Of the beach and a tan. TI1e kids could not wait To get out of their class, So when tI1e hell rang, It was bedlam in mass, Since school was now over The kids could be lazy, If they were not having fun, And all acting crazy. Some went to camp. While others stayed home, But I went to Europe, And vacationed in Rome. Vacation is over. It went by much too fast, But the mothers are smiling, SchooI's starting at last! by, Bradley Grout BB2