My high school years seem like a blur to me. In my sophomore year, on early shift, most of my classes were with Juniors and Seniors, and I found I lost touch with many of my junior high friends. It wasn't until my senior year that I started reconnecting with the wonderful 1975 graduating class. My normal day in my senior year consisted of school, followed by water skiing at what is now Tropical Park, and then 3 hours of gymnastics practice (or was it 4?). I really don't know where I found the time to study? I want to thank Norma Kenyon and Chris Lindgren for being my ski buddies, Terri Parsons (and her mother) for teaching me my moves on the uneven bars, and even Bruce Leon, for always letting me rest my elbows on his very long legs during Calculus class with Mr. Moore!