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

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Organization is chaos Winston Smith is not the only one having a rough time in 1984. Here is George Orwell's untold tale about Smith's teenage son: Big Brother's domineering but fatherly face stared out of the huge wall posters at the students solemnly filing into the classrooms without a noise. Homeroom is not what it used to be, Justin Smith thought, as he carefully buttoned his government-issued, olive-green sweater. Upon hearing the brisk, militant steps of the teacher, J ustin's eyes quickly darted toward the front of the classroom. Thirty pairs of docile eyes followed the teacher as he moved toward the podium. Bulletin time, he announced crisply. The Club will be meeting today in the auditorium at thirteen o'clock. All stu- dents must attend. Be certain to bring records of all pastimes and acdvities since the last meetingf, He turned on the televi- sion set. Big Brother will now deliver an address to his young subjects and future citizens of Oceaniafl Citizens, Justin thought sarcastically. Even at school there was no freedom or choice avaliable. He pretended to be mesmerized by the stocky, bearded face on the screen. Thoughtcrime probably ran in the family, Justin laughed to himself, but he could not help feeling bitter towards the fascist system. Once, he had discovered a censored book about clubs and organizations at Mitty High School in a dusty, forgotten corner of the school library. There used to be something for everyone. Students pursued whatever in- terests they fancied and, because of this, felt unique and fulfilled. Justin looked at his worn, olive-green slacks. It was true, everyone belonged now but they belonged to a group that fostered ignorance. Talent was no longer something explored, but exploited. The Club fof course there was only onel conducted meetings and trips simply to drain out every last ounce of individuality. The click of the television switch aroused Justin. Code 14502-A of the Minitruth High Handbook suddenly popped into his mind. Justin mentally slapped himself. Such thoughts were ungood. He resignedly pushed himself off his chair and followed the other olive-green uniforms out of the classroom. - Li Miao I8

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Chris Morris fleftj separates the leaves and branches from the grapes she has just picked which then will be destemmed and crushed. 0fQHHlZHtl0HS Food tasting, winemaking, a llttle muslc, some skiing, and an international CUISIIIQ

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88 rtlS'tlC Sue McGovem frightl aids in grape pressing for the Enology Club. ome things improve with age. Like fine wines, the Enology Club has matured over the years. With more participants, more grapes, easier harvest, better club meeting time, and widespread enthusiasm, the club marked its tenth anniversary, noted mod- erator Nick Bridger. The Enology Club has offered me a chance to enjoy and understand the com- plete process of wine making, from the vine to the bottle, expressed senior Cassandra Floyd. The grapes were harvested before their full ripeness because of the threat of Thus, grapes lacked full maturity and a i alumni spent October 4 at Stony Ric Vineyards in Pleasanton picking grapes. ter the harvest the grapes were sent throt a de-stemming machine, removing ste and crushing grapes. One hundred pour were crushed per person. Students tumed to school and the grapes were ev ly distributed and placed in large containr The next step was fermentation. Su and brewer's yeast were added to grapes to kill the wild yeast. Each day for week the students stirred the ingredie