Santa Teresa High School - Compendium Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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Goodbye Angela D'Agostino I’m an old man dying My family gathers I suffer pain and no one cares. Deep claws imbed themselves into my flesh, tearing my soul, my blood, my skin. Agony as I lay being devoured by the Nameless Demon. Sharp knives of pain stab my stomach finding themselves in my innards. Doctor, will he be all right?” my loving daughter I’m afraid there's not much we can do. Life is a cancer. It rots away our being. It leaves behind the dissolved waste that will devoured by — the buzzards of the world. They flock to see me go. Good bye nuclear energy good bye war good bye chemicals good bye hydrogen bomb good bye to all the things that made life worth living. Children, Wives, Cousins, Uncles, Aunts. A silent farewell to all those who cared enough. Even if you hated me, at least you were thinking of me Agony. The pain grows. Mommy, is grandpop gonna die? I’m afraid so, honey. Mo, no more goodbyes. I always hated long goodbyes, and this one has lasted my whole life. It was the first word I had learned. Dada, Mama ... Goodbye Legerdemain 251

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Mirror, Mirror Drew Taylor Mirror, mirror, who is that I see? A reflecting stranger gazing upon me. Fingers start to twitch, my heart skips a beat; A hand reaches outward for us to meet. What if it knows? Who will it tell? I’ve got to get away from under its compelling spell. I can’t move a muscle, my eyes are fixed; It knows too much, I have to be quick — Mirror, mirror, what do I see? A bloody hand and broken glass staring up at me. Marc Miller A Single Word Kim Fisher You, have come and gone, last time for a week, this time a little longer, a month or so. You, I don’t understand, I tried so hard to make it all right nothing seemed to work. You, will never come again, if you should I will utter one single word, goodbye. It Was My Mistake Jeff Suddjian I met the girl of my dreams. We walked and talked. The time we spent together was important. She loved me and 1 loved her. There was only one problem, Then 1 did not know it. Then I didn’t love her. Then I did not want to walk or talk. Now I do, Now I cannot. I saw her again the other day. I told her of my dreams, Told her how much I wanted to talk. I told her I wanted to spend time with her. I told her how much I loved her. There was a problem. She didn't She couldn’t. Then I realized It was my mistake, I would never have that chan again. I saw her again the other day .. . 250 Legerdemain

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Friday Night Party Audrey J. Sadler A Reader’s Digest Summary of a Russian Voices Laughter Friends of all kinds Wanting Demanding Intelligent minds Lies The game You have to win Security Comfort From family and friends Helpless Loving With confused emotions High hopes And backward notions. But Will You Still Respect Me? Luvsick Fool Can one tell the difference between Love-and-Respect? Both Give the feeling of uncontrollable Admiration One respects Peoples ideas When One is in love Is There any difference Between Two such feelings? Respect Is of the mind Love Is of the heart But Without the Respect that the mind has, Love becomes Insignificant. Being There Kelly Reese BEING THERE When I feel that no one cares She’s always there When I think that life’s unfair She’s always there When I’ve got some news to share She’s always there I think we make quite a pair My sister and friend extrordinaire! 252 Legerdemain Novel Angelo Ovich Marillana Moseltov, go check t see if they are here yet! Karen Abdul Sergenivetov said from h porch chair. The eldest of the thre maids went out to look for visitors t KaremAbdul Sergenivetov. Karem-Abdul Sergenivetov live with three women whom h employed as maids on his estate Manderlybrocuz-cuz. He was a lonel man who had lost his wife an young son. His wife had died in Tf Great Russian dust bowl of 1971 and his son later passed away in th following Rose Bowl. Other than h three maids and his 44.2 serf KaremAbdul Sergenivtov live alone. Every three months Karem Abd Sergenivtov sent away for sta biscuits — his only pleasure in lif As we enter into the story, he is an iously awaiting their arrival. As for his three maids — we she say only that their names ar Matilana Moseltov, Pia Ezadorinskj and Jane Stanislosphklyhumbe niklechickovantidisistablishm ntariasism, the rebellious one, wf can’t wait to get married and get r of her last name. We will not go in the female characters here becaus as the readers know, in Russie novels the women are mere car board stereotypes with n personality. Now that we have given tl reader the background of tl characters, we can get on with tl real story. Karem-Abdul Sergeniveto' KaremAbdul Sergenivetov! The are here! They are here! Mitilar Moseltov said, repeating herself, « she ran up the lane. They are?” Karem Abdul asked Yes, Yes!” Matilana sai repeating herself as always. In the distance Matilana spotted large truck which carried the sta biscuits Karem-Abdul Sergenivet was so fond of for some real wei reason. The three drivers of tl truck were the brothers: Onano Buzzov, and Takitallov, who we descended from the house of Ger