Looking back at my school days, I get a little melancholy. My father was transferred frequently, and we didn’t get to stay at a school long enough to form life-long friendships. Once he retired from the Air Force, I was able to attend the same school all through high school. But, by then, I had learned not to get close to anyone because saying goodbye to them would be painful.
Not having strong ties to my alma mater, I felt unprepared to write the centennial story for Byrd High School, until I met some of the people behind the planning of the year-long event. You can imagine how amazed I was that many of these hard-working individuals didn’t attend Byrd. Yet, there they were, chairing a committee or volunteering in some capacity. Apparently, one doesn’t have to be a former student to be in love with this Shreveport institution. I almost volunteered on the spot. What’s more, you don’t have to be a student, past or present, to enjoy the events that are planned for early summer.
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