Saint Alphonsus High School - Arrow Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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Winding road opens; new opportunities seen Oh, education! What a pathway inflicted on the American youth. Not by choice does he drag himself out of the house at such an unlikely hour, books weigh- ing him down, his eyes half-open. He knows what is ahead of him for the day — the math home- work he did not finish, the novel he’s reading, the Religion collage he pasted together. He knows if there is a game tonight or a carwash tomorrow. He has a vague idea about this baffling road; he can guess where it is leading him. He can only guess. A student can’t really look into the future. Oh, he has insights of it. He can plan his subjects for college or business. He can select certain colleges he is interested in. The future, the destination of the road he travels, is unknown. This roadway, this pathway of high school, has only one primary requisite — learning. Yet somewhere between cultural and biology, be- tween outdoor pep rallies and retreats we have managed to gain something more. It’s that glow, that dependability of student council members. It’s that pride, that artistic skill, creativity and independence that builds Homecoming floats. Adults call it maturity; Religion terms it becom- ing; and a student caught in the middle of a world around him, realizes he is someone worth living, worth loving. 4

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Diverse enthusiasms make lasting memories We’ve come so jar in one year. One year, and some days, one hour seemed unbearable. We've traveled so far from ,Shangri-La” and Election Day. We’ve covered quite a jaunt down this road, a road that was shiny and new back in Septem- ber and now is well-used, full of holes. We’ve come very far and perhaps the saddest thing of all is that we can not turn back now. Sometimes we would like to live it over again. Our first days as a Freshman forgetting which stairs lead to the cafeteria and which stairs lead to the chem and biology labs. We would like to see the Senior dance again; we would like to see the football games we cheered for and won. We would like to see autumn, golden and filled with quarter exams; we would like to see Christmas, ringing with the sound of carols, student council style. If only we could see 1970 become 1971 once again. There are some memories we can still see and hear. The triumph of our basketball teams, the thrill to be a member of the Homecoming Court or NHS. The lightness of Mardi Gras, the Solem- nity of Ring Day, the excitement of class elec- tions, are wonderful days, never to be forgotten.