As our own seniors are leaving us, we begin to reflect upon the generations before us that have walked across the stage to recieve their diplomas.  We all leave, sooner or later, trekking into the unknown to bigger and better things.  But when we leave, we don’t do so without leaving something behind.  Each person of the graduating class of 1972 willed to their friends, or siblings, or favorite (or least favorite) teachers things that got them through those four years of high school, or haunted them the whole way through, both physical and far from concrete.