Situations take on an entirely different perspective when we view them in our afterthoughts. Even now, as I work through half of my Spring Break under the pressure of an overdue final deadline and in the shadow of 20 preceding All American books, I tend to block out the bad memories and dwell instead on the good times. Even now I find it easier to laugh abollt the rescheduling of club group shots, missed deadlines , the possibility of a summer delivery book and the numerous nights that the statt worked in the PJ office without ' ' '.'crhead lights and heat because the system went off a l 11 :50 The experience has filled my lUe wlIn insights. Some of them are restricted to relationships with those on the staff. For example, if I said, "Bite a dog," "Scratch off," or "Go for it" to a staffer, it would bring uncontrolled laughter , although it would be relatively meaningless to any other student. I've gained many insights from those people with whom I've worked or who were connected with the book. Brad Watson , my godsend and right-hand man, demonstrated every day unreserved servanthood , a quality which I've come to recognize as a st rength , rather than a weakness. Dr. Joe and his wife , Bessie Mae , are beautiful examples of humility and concern for others. Dedication was exhibited by the staff, who can boast in having the first group of section editors in many years of Petit Jean history to stay with it until the end. A specia l thanks goes to Doug Hudson, who sacrificed time with his sweet bride, Jill, to fulfill his commitment to the staff. Ex-staffers Tom Buterbaugh and Dave Hogan continually brought sunshine to the yearbook drudgery with their surprise 2:00 a.m. long-distance calls and frequent letters. Then there were the sensitive people who knew very little about the yearbook, but who filled my bulletin board with their thoughts and my blue days with their encouragement. I thank especially the members of my Life Group who gave me the strength to make it from Sunday night to S unday night. I appreciate also my understanding roommate who, although she did not see me for the month I lived in the PJ office , believed in me and refused to sell my bed. Of course, when the last piece of copy has been typed and the last picture has been cropped, the real credit belongs to God. He gave me the opportunity , the ability and the light at the end of the tunnel. But most of all, he showed me that yearbook is not the most important thing in my life. Kay Williams , Editor 426 ~ Staff Credits
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