Archbishop Mitty High School - Excalibur Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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2 Sandra Mack fleftl gives her free time to helping students develop their writing skills. Here she aids Andre Ryssemus on a difficult assignment. Phil Sumner lbelc contemplates i rising wind as relaxes on his yacl Nomad ll. N Bridger frightj enji his time off, spend it on the sea. Jo Mazor fbelow rig demonstrates the of being a counsel Staff A Iook into academics, a profile or two, and what does it take to be a teacher?

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. . . but somebody's got to do it . . . You see, doctor, it all began when I had this strange dream. I remember that I walked into one of those old brick school houses after ringing the bell next to the door. Then, I sat at the desk in the front of the class and watched all the children file into the room. There must have been fifty of them, girls on one side of the class and the boys on the other side. All ofthe girls were in pink frilly dresses and they had their hair in braids tied with ribbons. The boys were decked out in shoes, knee socks, knickers, and longsleeved white shirts with little bow ties adjusted just right. The funny thing was that everyone looked so picturesque that Ithought it was a scene from a fairy tale. I made some vague motion and everyone uniformly took their seats. I was amazed! Work books, text books, and lunches all took their specified place on the corners of the table tops. Then, like a row of dominoes, each student stood up and began to parade past my desk. The first placed a polished red apple right smack in the middle of my desk. The rest of the children followed suit and before long, I was bombarded with a trunk load of red delicious apples! It was really scary. By the time they had taken their seats, I was buried: I could not even move. Suddenly, I was alone and I could not breathe under the weight of all those apples! I began to cry for help, hoping that someone would hear me. I then felt a strong hand pulling me up. 'Thank God,' I said. It was the Boonieville sheriff: A quite handsome young man. He put me on his horse and said, 'Well ma'am, Ijes' hope you feel awlright.' lthink I mumbled, 'I'm okay,' Then we rode off into the sunset. - Now isn't that crazy? Sorry, doctor. lsn't that bizarre? I didn't know what to think of it. I'm a teacher, you know, so you may find some connection there. What do you think? lt's jes' part of the territory, ma'am. - Tina Johnson