Farewell to all of you. These are the words that are spoken in the name of all seniors by the author of the unattributed blurb on the back page of the Senior Issue of the Trojan Times, 1976.
OK, so maybe it is a stretch to assume representation of the entire senior class with all of its hoodlums and slutty witches of whose personal lives I am mostly unaware outside of the classroom. I would not want their judgments raining down upon my head. For example, I have no idea what our lady of ill repute does in her spare time. I would not want to even guess.
But obviously the only thing we were saying was farewell, goodbye, so long, etc. Well, perhaps there are a few of people still there at Escuela Americana still trying to complete high school requirements, still riding the school bus every morning or being driven by their parents or chauffeur to the school facilities where they are greeted at the gate by that guy, and then exit at the circle and make their way to homeroom, stash your lunchbox and books in your locker, etc. etc. etc., still worried about being late for class, etc. You must speak for yourself.
We were not talking about you. We were only talking about ourselves, us, the senior class, those of us who graduated and left and never went back. We were "The Spirit of '76." Er, that is, 1976.
Sure, one or two students might still be there now in the capacity of teacher but never again will we be high school students. After all, high school is only temporary, just a season of life that is far behind us now and there is no reason to make it so complicated.
