Webb School - Sawney Yearbook (Bell Buckle, TN)

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Last October I spoke at a Webb School banquet in Nashville about the social life of The Webb School, and it was there that I finally realized that for three years I had not understood why I liked Webb. It wasn't the councils or the ad- ministration, or the student body or any other group. Webb to me was people as individuals. People who let me begin again. It was like being born again into a world, believe it or not, of purity. Instead of the monotony of the 8:00 to 3:00 school day, Webb became a real part of life where people could get to know another. It was here at Webb that I learned what no other institution could teach. I learned about myself. I found who I am, what I am, and Where I am going, and that's more than I could ask. I have, of course, met friends that will live a lifetime in my memories and though the temptation is great, I couldn't EVEN begin to name them. The people I've lived with, learned with, and suffered with, those that put up with me in my lesser hours and those that helped me this far will all have a safe place in my heart. From the afternoon football games at Sawney four years ago, to the Cham- bliss study hours, to the plays and the soccer games and the Rand bull sessionsg the prefect meetings and the all nighters, I have received such kindness that I can never return. Even when I write this I am awed at how much Webb has meant to me. I feel it proper now to say good-bye, but I know I'll never leave. So thanks, Webb and hasta luego.

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How can I express my feelings about my stay at Webb? Tell you the good times or bad? Or perhaps what I have gained from both. There were many things I hated at first. The hypocritical prefects who were constantly nagging me to study. Going to night school, Mr. Boyd's Modern European History class, or better termed the rolling twenties! Rock's quarter exams. Bell Buckle. For a while I felt as though Memphis was New York. Reading points, if I ever got them was due to my last hour cramming. Mr. Cook's leaving to teach at another school. And of course May 21, 1975. The rules, strict and often questionable, angered me. The pledge, it has always been a unique rule, because when in effect, it prohibits anyone to pause en route from one place to another. Oh, the smoking rules, one place to smoke and definite times when one may smoke. And marks for disobediance, even though I never accumulated many, seemed silly. People constantly got them and on Saturdays were to work them off either raking leaves or tearing down build- ings. I never got into that. To be honest is another thing oneilearns here. I have had many of my best times in Bell Buckle, Harwell and I in C-5, Mr. Cook's apartment for nightly shows and dinner, the night spring break recessed before the district tourna- ment, of our play, ST. JOAN. El Toro, Monteagle, Barbara Edwards, icy ex- pressways, late cigarettes, jay and Bee, Blacksmith's, the bomb, and ulti- mately the invaluable friendships. All these helped me learn in the end what is the best pursuit. ' The knowledge that I have gained in every pursuit is unique, Nowhere else can one find it. The improvements in study, character, and living with hin- drences that an outsider cannot possibly understand, are the shoes which will protect feet in the future. No matter how tough the road, rugged the mountain, or hot the fire, your shoes remember, are one of a kind, and unless your friend is a graduate of Webb, his feet will always ache a little more . . . jf! Jlfffd Shouldn't have took more than you gave. Again, hoping for that morn close to the sun, early in the dawn. , Again, I wished upon a star, Again, no answer did I get, Again, I waited for that morn to come. xy.. hi A Parents are great! I! ft Melissa'

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When I first arrived in summer to start my AFS year in the United States, I found Webb lying dormant. It was not till school started that life began to flow into Webb again. Webb is not the Big Room or the dorms or even that sign outside the Alumni Building that says Webb School . Webb is the students and faculty alike who fill her Big Room. It is the spirit of these that makes Webb unique. When I return home to Malaysia, I will remember Webb as the window through which I have observed the spectra of American life. Truly my year at Webb has been a year of learning to accept people for what they are, a year of facing up to myself and most of all a year of growing up . Walk together, talk together All ye people of the earth Then and only then shall there be Peace 'AFS is love, AFS is brotherhood, We are here, for just a year, To make the message good. ' motto American Field Service motto !! :J l- 1 4