Remember Your Last Day Of School

Remember your last day of school. The anticipation of the end-of-it-all. Cleaning your locker. Did anyone actually do school work. My memory is spending most the day getting friends and various others to sign my yearbook. Digging out my Franklin High School '76 year book, it is sad to see so few people signed mine. School got out in June. Year books arrived about two weeks later. Looking at those words and faces today, I am pleasantly surprised to see how fondly I remember those times. I am sorry I didn't get to know more people better. I knew them, they knew me. Why didn't we talk more. Those stupid schoolyard cliques. What a waste. By the way, did you see the newest yearbook trends?