What are your memories of Terrebonne High?
Reflecting back with a smile and a sigh.
Did you play ball for the basketball team?
Were you on court, perhaps king or queen?
Or maybe your thing was running a mile.
Or cheering the team with a spirited smile.
Pep Rallies – yelling, “Give me a T!”
Lunchtime picnics beneath an oak tree.
What’s that? Did you hear it? It sounds like a roar.
It’s the mascot, the Tiger, kept on the 4th floor.
Tailgating with friends before the big game,
Or rolling a house; we’ll mention no name!
Sadie Hawkins—we matched; who was your guy?
Did you ask that boy, the one who was shy?
Remember your derby and white boots that made blisters?
And balloons, cards, and gifts from Tigerette Big Sisters?
The “Cajun Bahamas” for those Spring Skipout days,
Or the big T-H-S that they set all ablaze.
Getting your lettermen’s jacket or senior sweater,
And wearing it proudly in our usual hot weather.
What clubs were you in? What things did you do?
Student Council, Omega, Footlighters, Muntu?
What sports did you play? The coaches you admired,
Were always there—our lives they inspired.
Whether it was swimming, golf, tennis, or track,
“Those were the days,” and it’s fun looking back.
Perhaps it was digs, aces, spikes on the court,
That made THS volleyball your favorite sport.
Remember “Two bits, four bits, six bits a dollar”?
Or writing articles for “The Mirror” or Trawler?
Singing the “Alma Mater” with friends arm and arm,
Or laughing cause someone pulled the fire alarm.
Were you the prankster; perhaps the class clown?
The one sent to the office for joking around.
Perhaps, you were the leader, the brains--they agreed,
The one who was voted “Most Likely to Succeed.”
Remember the hum of those sewing machines?
And the smell from Home Ec.; someone’s burning the beans!
Performing “Eye of the Tiger” in front of the crowd,
Or going to the State Playoffs; we were all so proud.
Homecoming Olympics in the three-legged race,
Or coming in last with a pie in your face.
“Slow down, son, you’re speeding; there’s a stop sign ahead!”
First time through the tunnel—remember Driver’s Ed.?
Getting all dressed up for your big Senior Prom,
Your nerves were shaking; you tried to stay calm.
You looked out of sorts in your white, rented tux,
As you picked up your date in that old borrowed truck.
Those science fair projects and speeches in class,
And studying for exams, just hoping to pass.
We tried to learn typing, but our patience wore thin.
“Hands on the keyboard. Okay class, begin!”
Majorettes marching in parades with the band,
Parking cars with Key Club, always lending a hand.
Could you carry a tune? Soprano, alto, or tenor?
Or was it Tiger Field baseball as shortstop or center?
Remember CLOSE UP in Washington D.C.?
Or that fun Senior Weekend on the beach in Biloxi?
Your senior ring was a thrill to receive.
But remember how anxious you were to leave?
And then finally, Graduation Day came,
And family and friends awaited your name.
How proud was that moment? It was your time to shine.
But we didn’t know what we were leaving behind.
So in our caps and gowns we left and learned a skill or profession,
And came back to realize this one important lesson.
No matter how far we go, one thing remains,
That Crimson and Gold runs through our veins.
So whatever you are: teacher, chef, or physician,
Remember, it all started with Terrebonne Tradition! |
