St Joseph High School Nazareth Academy - Excelsior Yearbook (Victoria, TX)

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Foreword I cm you as you are me, and we are all together . . . Together to make life what we wont it to be and to feel that we are a part of some special something that has made our school unique in its own way. We are ready . . . We are learning . . . To grow into a maturity that can cope with the pressure of society . . . To capture and hold the lightheartedness that makes us laugh at our own mistakes till the tears run down our cheeks ... To be able to hold up our heads in pride and lead our teammates off the field, even after de- feat . . . To release the spirit and drive locked up in us at the pep rallies by yelling till our voices ore gone and our ears are ringing . . . To go when there is nothing left in us but the will to keep going. We have done our thing. We have expressed our- selves always in a pleasing way, never- theless, in an expressive one. And that is what our Excelsior is. It is us, our feelings and emotions — emotions which we have overcome and emotions which have overcome us. The Excelsior tells the story of our school life. The good, the bad, and the in-between feelings are illustrated and put together to make a unified body of expressions - expressions of Getting Together.

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To Time — We turned around one day and you weren ' t there. So quickly, so silently you had gone. Time, time, you ' ve been going . . . going . . . going. Hey time, time, are you gone? The sun rises and the sun sets. Many things have made our lives. Bits and pieces in various sizes and colors all thrown into a pile so that we can sift through them and smile. When we put the pieces together we have a picture of Time. Remembering is half the fun and part of the game. Remember the first pair of skates? How about oil the colorful bruises on stiff legs? Remember the first day of school and all the tears the girls shed and all the jokes the boys told? Remember the ice cream man on hot Saturday afternoons? Sugar and spice and everything nice . . Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails. I caught ten fish and you didn ' t catch any! So what? Girls aren ' t supposed to fish anyway! And Time, you just kept moving . . . taking us with you. It was scary and we felt lost. But you helped us to make new faces, old friends. You taught us to seek ourselves out and keep moving with you. Flowers, friends, life, and dreams. All were a part of you. Time. All a part of us. We are you. We ore each other. We dedicate this book to you because it is you. It is symbolic of you who helped to form us and who will continue to. You keep going. Yes, time, time . . . going . . . going . . . going. But time that ' s never really gone.