
Hello to all fellow Flaconites,
At the beginning of our class's senior planning committee which was held on August twenty seventh nineteen ninety I had decided to take part of being on the board as a observer, mainly because I felt it was time to show my own class faith, since till now I never did. It was fun seeing in the library the planning of social activities like naming the homecoming dance, and senior awards which would be held in May of nineteen ninety one. Also what day the whole class would be standing on the famous H outside
the gymnasium. We also thought out our class motto and song that day. Now about that day in May which was the third, the whole class met down at the Shillo Inn in the farthest part of town as you exit on the freeway into other parts of our little boarding towns known as Tri Cities Washington. We had a fine dinner of chicken Parmesan with fresh vegetables or I'm pretty sure prime rib as a choice as well, after everyone had filled their tummies up we had what we called Class recognition of who was the best at what they did weather it be who yappers the most (boy I just wonder about that one don't you, it couldn't be anyone you know?, maybe the writer of this little entry, Nah no way?), to who has the fastest car, or even Who's most likely to Marry? Well here is a group shot of what I got that very night:
Most Inspirational of the fellas I was awe struck as I said before and to this day still am I guess? As to my female counter here was my good friend Jen Wicks. Finally the one that I truly got as my first at the time was no surprise to anyone especially since everyone in the room shouted ah that's gotta be Byrdman Matt for sure!!!!" All I could say was "me????? ,yeah like I didn't know this one either??? ,huh????" It was of course what I doing to all of you right now and no it's NOT writing, it's
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