Kyle Mote:
CLASS OF 1968
Eisenhower High SchoolClass of 1968
Rialto, CA
California State UniversityClass of 1978
San bernardino, CA
California State UniversityClass of 1975
San bernardino, CA
California State Polytechnic UniversityClass of 1971
Pomona, CA
San Bernardino Valley CollegeClass of 1970
San bernardino, CA
Kyle's Story
again i wiped everything out and am starting over. pic's maybe?, new story, q&a are the same .. kinda, there was way to much music back then to pick just 10 songs, and i already know i am a flip flop wearin sand slug who drives my golden retriever from campsite to campsite in a 63 vw van looking for that girl who was born in june or july.
so!
eisenhower high and my life as it was back then.
i seem to remember so much and yet so little. i remember good times and good people as well as trying times and trying people. i remember life changing situations coupled with situations that slid by with barely a notice. i remember places of pure bliss and places of absolute chaos. i remember the warmth of a girlfriends hug and the cold emptiness of being alone. i remember aggressive, fearful moments amidst passive, peaceful spans. i remember the power of sleep but know the destruction of exhaustion.
i remember the force of a girls passion and the ice of rejection. i remember guys fast cars and my sure footed volkswagon. i remember the freshness of mountain air and being breathless under the weight of an oceans wave. i remember being asked to dance and regretting the songs ending. i remember the unexplainable joy of her smile and the endless tears of her leaving. i remember the contrast of getting to school and of leaving school. i remember the shame of youthful drunkenness and the glory of clear thinking. i remember the sports i chose to play and the regret for not choosing others. i remember the fear of incomplete homework assignments and the satisfaction of turning it in. i remember the covert actions of smoking on campus and the terror of being caught. i remember the kisses between classes f...Expand for more
ollowed by a sense of confusion in her absence. i remember endless nights cruising e st. seeking out that chance of love and the frustration of running out of gas. (for now!)
i remember caring then again not giving a damn. i remember confidence and pride always interrupted by envy and jealousy. i remember the smell of new clothes preferring seasoned levi's and colored t-shirts. i remember sweat soaked uniforms contrasted by jade east. i remember president kennedy, rev. king and bobby kennedy being alive and them being dead. i remember songs of war and hate echoed by songs of love and peace. i remember the steel strings of jimmie hendrix overpowering the nylon strings of jose felliciano. i remember having faith though on occasion not really sure in what. i remember the back seat of my vw and i remember the warm sand in newport at midnight. i remember blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, black hair, blonde hair, brown hair and going to sleep at 9:30pm on a saturday night.
(for now)
i think it's probably safe to say we enjoyed our high school experiences. it's, i'm pretty sure, safe to say that amidst all of our aches and pains, diminished strength, strained eyesight, slower reflexes, loss of hearing, poor balance, etc., the mirror of our mind shows the image of youthful excellence. i find now, the phrase "use to could", more than adequate in expressing my capabilities "back in the day". if not for multi vitamins, omega 3, fish oil, bengay, a wide variety of support systems, alcohol, prescription meds, street drugs, hair and body ointments, an obvious conclusion would have to be "we've gotten older".
(for now)
* if by chance you've read this far down, please leave me a note...thnx
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