South Windsor High School - Centurion Yearbook (South Windsor, CT)

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WHO WE ARE W ho are we? That is one of the hardest questions to an¬ swer for our individual selves, let alone an entire school. Well, we have to start somewhere, so here we go . . . We are the students of South Windsor High. As you unfold the pages of this yearbook, you will see us at work and at play. We are the people who wander the halls and attend classes from 7 am until 1:52 in the afternoon. We are the kids who race out of Q-period class to go to work at Mc¬ Donald ' s, Showcase, 7-11, and Dairy Queen (to name a few); or jump in the near¬ est car and head to Wick¬ ham Park or a friends house; or jump on the bus to rush home and go to sleep. We are also the ath¬ letes who charge the field for practice, or in X-coun- try ' s case, hit the road. We are the actors and musi¬ cians who gather in the au¬ ditorium to rehearse, re¬ hearse, and re-rehearse our scences. We are also the dedicated writers of the Southwinds, the literary magazine and the year¬ book. We are also members of the math team, NHS and all the other clubs. What do we look like? Well, we come in all differ¬ ent shapes, sizes, colors and ages. We have red hair, black hair, brown hair, and blonde hair. We wear glass¬ es and contacts and watch¬ es and rings and lot ' s of other things. We are plain and we are beautiful. We are the people who haunt our teachers dreams at night and send them to early retirements. We are hell-raisers and do- gooders. We are people striving to live the best way we can until we are old enough to leave school and strike out on our own. We are people from all walks of life thrown together under one roof for 180 days a year We are the people who make up this school. We are the students of South Windsor High. 2 Introduction Vanessa Gruver,barely awake waits for the school bus before school. Cindy Cohen strikes a lovely tune while practicing for a concert.

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South Windsor High School South Windsor ; Connecticut 06074 I Candles In Time ' ' H 1 The light of a dimly flickering Candle guides me back to yesterday A candle given to me from birth feajpjlbi: Jm j|y Smiles and tears from time That has passed rap Burn on in my mind As time goes on a pool of ' A ' i T t Memories surround me 1 know that there will be more | mJ vWm i Just waiting for me to find them | A waxy lagoon begins to rise ZT ' Flickering candle When the flame goes out I must leave this place I will move on to further Enrich myself And my dreams- Oh my dreams... Though the waxy pool Continually rises and slowly Drowns the wick to burning Memories It does not kill them They no longer burn In My mind But are cherished in my heart And from them 1 gain The strength to set out And burn candles Of my Own Intro. 1

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Senior Todd Pavone catches a few Z s hall after a long weekend. A hurried student rushes so as not to be late to class. 3 Introduction Just a little snack before I eat lunch , says Jean Pitzi. Table for two? ' , proclaims Eliza¬ beth Williams.