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Friday, July 1, 2005

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Carlisle graduates the Class of 2005
Thank you for the memories


Rachel Landry (left) and Miranda Morrison speak at Carlisle School's graduation on June 23. (Photo by Mike Quayle)
Carlisle Schools has provided a ready supply of memories for the past nine years. As a grade, we've been through both fun experiences and times so tiresome that we didn't think this day could come soon enough. When we visit these buildings in the coming years, even the most mundane of Iandmarks will spark a happy smile on any face, a hundred recollections of our childhood years. One of the earliest of these school memories is the kindergarten rainforest play. Although taxing to those five-year-old attention spans, it was the first big project we pulled off as a grade. Making our own costumes and painting the background sets introduced an outlet for all of our recently-discovered creativity. And in the end, we got some great pictures and had a lot of fun. Obviously, we've learned so much more than just equations and vocabulary. Companionship and respect for each other have been obtained with flying colors. We have been helped along the road of discovering our own values, and now we are learning how to grow along the different stages of life.

Here we discovered our fundamentals - the important lessons that will carry us through high school . When we were taught how quickly lives have been taken throughout the course of history, our appreciation for our lives at the moment only grew. Nature, too, taught itself to us at Outdoor Ed in sixth grade. In four days we saw more nature than we would have at home within a month. By day, we trudged tbrough the woods blindfolded and holding to each other's back packs and by night we stayed up talking and pulling dares. We liked it so much that when we came back we performed our own Waste Wizard ceremony at lunch. Our seventh grade play "Dear Edwina" was something that still makes us laugh today when we recall the practices, the costumes, the make-up, and waiting in the gym to be called onstage. Although the latter was the favorite of most of ours, "Dear Edwina"' will not be forgotten quickly, The eighth- grade trip was a great way to celebrate all of our years at Carlisle Schools. Although it was short, we utilized our time as well as possible to pack in as much fun and partying as we could. Experiences like those and memories from such experiences are important. We are tied together not just with friendships and the similarities in our educations, but by what we can remember together. This was nine years of our lives. Nine years that were supposed to be meaningful and valued. What do we have, to prove that they were so appreciated? We have only what we can remember.

This grade is leaving Carlisle Schools with all types of lessons. The little things from kindergarten; share your toys, don't bully. And then the older morals which differed with each person's growing maturity. This is where we explored our individuality. Some of us are now known as artists, some as intellects. A few of us have even managed to develop a rebellious streak. Lots of us love to write, and sports are just as appreciated. We're leaving here, all knowing that we have something to offer.

This shift in our lives will be repeated again and again - graduations come from high schools and colleges accompanied by the same mix of emotions we are feelhing today. And later in life, perhaps moving from a well-known home to another town. just as we are now being pushed to the high school to befriend new classrooms and customs, and new people who will become our friends for the next four years, in many cases longer than that. This graduation marks not just our amazing accomplishments over the past nine years, but also the ending of our time together, the years that we spent building onto the collective reservoir of memories which is coming to a close. Our grade will be dispersed among the private schools and mixed with Concordians. Every time we move on we will bring with us a priceless stock of memories.

These memories will be good. We will all one day wish for the times that created such memories. We will all one day wish for a chance to come back and say thank you. So from all of us: thank you, Carlisle Schools.

Members of the eighth-grade graduating class give their parents a round of applause. (Photo by Mike Quayle)



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