Come spring, you’ll sign each other's yearbooks, some will recall inside jokes and others will inscribe words of love and friendship.  In ten years you’ll dig through old boxes to find it and reacquaint yourself with classmates on the eve of your 10th reunion.  In 40 years you’ll take it down from a place on honor in your bookcase to show it to your grandchildren and marvel at your youth.  As time passes, your yearbook is the one tangible thing you take with you from high school.  A sentimental collection of memories, some of which you’ll keep for a lifetime.  How can you not get one?