St Agnes Seminary School - Agnesian Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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to be growing up, although you'd never think it, from our antics on the front lawn at noon, ever play jump-rope, sans rope? We became known for the liveliest study periods in school, in spite of Sister's insistence that we were all on our own desert islands. Some of us had joined the orchestra, others, the Glee Club, and a little friendly rivalry began to spring up. Friendly rivalry: Orchestra: If the Glee Club sang one note on key, they'd faint. Glee Club: This is music? In june, we received perhaps the greatest thrill of all-our rings. just a gold band with a shining red stone, but it meant more to us than words can tell. We had luncheon at I.undy's to celebrate, and we still haven't quite settled the bill, not to mention the sheer mental collapse of the waiter. Afterwards, there was the junior-Senior dinner, and some more regents. Again we were facing another September, only this time we were the seniors, this would be our Christmas pageant, this would be our Prom. In january, on class day, we bid farewell to our B class, and to many good friends. Then we were really seniors, in,every sense of the word. We were the monitors in the halls and the cafe- teria. We had our Tea Dance and our May Crowning, and finally our graduation. Our graduation, complete with white gowns', red roses, trembling hands and tearful eyes. None of us know exactly what life holds in store for us. Oh, we have dreams and ideas, but no matter where we go, or whom we meet, I don't think we'll ever forget the sacrifices of our parents that made it all possible, the guiding hand of the Sisters that was always there when we needed it most, and the friendship of the girls. We're lowering the curtain now-the symphony has ended. julie Hochstrasser 38

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