Senior History

In September, 1963, we the largest class ever to enter Oxford Hills High School, walked through its doors as meek and timid freshman, unaware of what the following four years would hold in store for use. We became part of a high school when the sophomores entertained us at the traditional Freshman Reception. That first year was filled with hopes and doubts about high school. Little did we know then just how much these high school years would mean to us. Adjusting ourselves to the routine of high school life and accepting the jovial “ribbing” of the upperclassmen were the main problems of that year.

With the sophomore year cam the feeling that we were actually actually part of the school, for now, there was a freshman class beneath us. Sophomores, we acquired the role of hosts to the Freshman at the Freshman Reception. That year was unique for the high school, for it was the first year in which both the Norway and South Paris students combined into one building. Having oriented ourselves the year before, we spend the second year in an atmosphere of security, and began to enjoy high school life.

The arrival of class rings in the fall of our junior year made us feel very proud, for they gained for us the title of upperclassmen. The main event of the year was the Junior-Senior Prom, which we sponsored. With it's theme, “Evening In Paris”, the Prom brought the junior year to a very festive close. Caught in the whirlwind of studies, festivities, and money raising project, the first three years slipped by very rapidly.

The senior year started amid great congestion. The arrival of Oxford and West Paris students caused crowded conditions, but we didn't object. In fact, we had only one thought in mind – graduation. February 27, 1967, was perhaps the most historic day in the area since the creation of S.A.D. #17; the students of Oxford Hills High School moved into the recently completed building on Main and Fair streets. For the seniors, this new building seemed to be the finishing touch to a final, eventful year at O.H.H.S.

And now as the prospects of graduation draw near for the Class of 1967, we are enveloped in a state of disbelief that we can be experiencing the final few weeks of high school. Soon we will be entering the final weeks of high school. Soon we will be entering a totally new world of independence. No longer will we be subject to the routine of school life about we so often complained. We will be entering today's society as young citizens, striving to achieve the personal goals that we have established for ourselves. Even though each member of this class will go his separate way, he will not forget these four years. As time goes on, he will realize just how much high school and its faculty have given to him. And so, to Oxford Hills High School and the faculty members we, the Class of 1967, would like to express our gratitude for giving to us, the happiest four years of our lives.

Taken from the 1967 Yearbook

A perspective 50 Years later

A high school graduate thinks in terms of absolutes. Join the right school after high school, move to the right location, find the right spouse, have the right attitude or just be lucky and you will be a success in life. A seventeen or eighteen has just finished 12 years of an education. A new graduate feels that they have really accomplished something and any obstacle can be overcome because they have been able to graduate from high school. Think for a minute about how you felt back then in June of 1967. You went from freshman to senior. In high school there is no more lofty goal than to be a senior. The Senior who wrote the Senior History shortly before graduation reminded us about how it was during those four years. Freshman very innocent, timid as it says, to the life of a senior, the highest position there is, with the last month or two before graduation the final victory lap until the finish line. I have had other finish lines in my life, but none so obvious and life changing as high school graduation. We all know now high school graduation isn't such a big deal in a lifetime. But take yourself back to June 1967 for a moment and relive the feeling you had. That feeling was real as any other feeling in your life. 

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