Benedictine High School - Benedictine Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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on to be Benedictine Alumni share a few words outside St. Benedict's Church before seeding with the graduating ceremonies I eading off the pack, Mike Asseff walks back to his class after being presented with his iploma. ’hris Grobelny listens attentively as Marty Gray and Ed Haluska catch up on sleep from Tmdiintion narties the niaht before A proud Mike Kavalecz more than willingly smiles for one last picture after being congratulated by family and friends. After accepting his title of Valedictorian, John Salem addresses the audience on his foundest memories of Benedictine. With much thanks, Senior Class President Joe Russo presents his speech graciously after the title of Salutatorian was bestowed upon him. What can be considered one of the most pres- tigious awards, Mr. Benedictine went to Peter Malave. Adeba, Adeba, Adeba, that's all Folks. 1989 Men B.H.5. Seniors End Four Years With Pomp and Circumstance The day everybody waited for had finally arrived. Between 1:00 and 1:15 Sunday, June 11, the graduating Seniors from the Class of 1989 trickled in through the cafeteria doors one by one. Baccalaureate was held on Tuesday, May 23, in St. Ben- edict’s Church which first fea- tured the yearbook dedication by Todd Calamita, followed by Valedictorian John Salem, Sa- lutatorian Joe Russo, and finally Peter Malave with the Mr. Ben- edictine title. Listening to fellow class- mates, John Salem, Joe Russo, and Pete Malave, the graduated recollected some of the good times they’ve had with their peers over the years. “Although this was my final day with Benedictine I can still clearly remember the day I stepped through the BHS doors for the first time. The years went so fast it seems like last week,” stated graduate Dan Cosgrove. When the procession left the church there were still flashes, film and music, but there were no more Seniors. Only gradu- ates. 29

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At about 10:30 prom nigfit, after dinner was eaten, pictures were taken, and the flaming desserts had gone unnoticed, Jim Rodak had 6ecome a King. In addition to tftat His date, Beaumont Senior Kathy Massa, became the Queen. Tfie election for prom queen 6egan around 9:00. Katfty came out victorious and Brush Senior Linda Brown was runner up. Tfte rest of the court consisted of Rosmary Kunz, MicHede DuBs, and Jennifer DeFranco. Tfie traditional crowning of royalty took a twist this year, though. Because a certain student council member (We won't point any fingers Mike) forgot the crown, the annual crowning was replaced with a hand shake. A new tradition 6egins. Tfie whote evening was wonderful,” said Massa, “this was tfie biggest thrill of my life” Me too, said Jim Rodak. Above. Prom Queen, Kathy Massa, demands Where's my Crown! I didn't take it, responds Prom King Jim Rodak. Above Right. Why is Tony smiling? — because he has two prom dates. Mabey he could lend one to Patete. Right. Seniors Dan Cosgrove and Joe Zentner smile their best for the camera. 28

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Do You Remember ...? when Mr. O'Hare's Posieden's Sea Dogs should have won instead of the Legion of Thunder.(nice arm Patate) .. . when they taught us C.P.R. in freshman health? No, of course not. Four Long Years of our LIFE Freshmen are the lowest forms of life; in fact, they are no more than pondscum, and every year at graduation, we must drain the pond and get rid of the pondscum. And so it began, our illustrious career here at Benedictine. The class of 1989 — and what a class it turned out be. Back in '85, we were just a bunch of dumb freshman trying to keep out of trouble. Trouble. That was our middle name. The class of 19 Trouble 89. It seemed to follow us everywhere we went. We just couldn't shake it, trouble that is .. . Alright! cried Mr. Russ as he did his best Mike Hammer, Who's responsible for the miss- ing food in the cafeteria? Who's the little pond scum whose been stealing food? You?! Or was it You?! Or maybe you?! Mr. Russ was assigned dog trainer for our Freshman year. Except when he said bark, we were silent. Not a healthy move .. . I'm counting to five. I want the guilty party to identify itself by five, or I'm going to bash all your heads in. The guilty party did identify itself. We still got . . . when Ed was day-dreaming about Olivo's underwear? our heads bashed in. But we were slow learners. We had better and more productive ideas. We had our brothers' old tests . .. Listen you little jerks, you can't pull any- thing by me. We didn't. A total of about 150 demerits were awarded to some 50 students. We received a first hand experience of life in the 'Big House' as Father Bede made us haul rocks in back of the school for detention. Things didn't stop there. We came back, this time a little older and a little wiser. . . Spit out your gum, tie those shoes, and don't ever let me catch you littering out of the window again! As developing men of Benedictine, our growth was temporarily stunted by the new history femme fatale . A slippered, tea drinking, plant growing activist for the feminist movement. While she assualted our manhood, others as- sualted our logic. Gentlemen, proving a geometrical theorem is as easy as catching a fish. Assualts were big that year as Spark brought in the heavy artillery. Because your such an 'egg-sellent' class, I've got something for you ... (proceed with egging) We may have left sophomore year with egg on our face, but junior year was a different story. It was the year of chemistry . . . O.K., let's see, . . . Jeff, they told me to say this .. . those are very nice pants. It was the year of emerging domination. The year of bad jokes, the magic puff, and seven essay, six i.d. Alright Raischel, what the hell's goin' on? Alright, I'll handle the jokes. One more word and it'll be 5 ... no ... 50 ... no .. . 5,000,000,000,000 points off your next test. 01' Joe Kennedy was bootleggin' booze in Boston. The man is a legend, and the quotes are endless, but one image of World War II will burn in our minds forever.. . Again, that's 'Tora, Tora, Tora' tonight at eight o'clock. That's 'Tora, Tora, Tora'... We grew like Redwoods that year, peaking in both scholarly pursuit and attitude. The faculty sensed the calm before the storm though, and knew that our senior year was going to be, to put it lightly, memorable. If they could only get us to play by the rules ... too bad we like to cheat. Eager, incoming freshmen gather around at the annual freshmen ovemighter held at St. Benedict's. 30