Elmhurst High School - Anlibrum Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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We ' re SENIORS! All the skipped classes, homework left undone, EHS basket- ball, baseball and football games, cheers of We are Elmhurst! , sticky rolls eaten in the cafeteria, cap and gown fittings, yearbook deadlines, S.A.T.s to be sweated over, decorating the halls, Spirit Week, stolen moments with friends in the halls and courtyards, detentions, finals, practicing for sports, M M throwing contests, writing notes, dragging books home, compositions to be written, tests to be studied for, sneaking out for a quick lunch at Mr. Con- ey, filmstrips to be fallen asleep during, excuses to get out of class . . . will all be in the past very soon. All the times that are taken for granted, but that can never be repeated, will be gone before you know it. to Baby Juniors It just seems to get more difficult each day to force yourself to come to school. That in itself is bad enough, but when you are made to actually go to class and participate . . . Yes, life gets even rougher from spring break till the end. That bright and shining sun just has a way of filtering in through the windows to beckon to the seniors whose Florida tans are almost faded by now. And you know that just one day of lying in the sun will give you back your bronzed body. Yes, the temptations are great for us seniors, but we all know that one day in the very near future we will all be walking down the aisle at the Coliseum to receive our much deserved and even anticipated diplomas. Then everything will be but a memory to look back on. A group of smiling seniors spend Senior Brod H footboll gom(

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From SS-S E N, Ml O R, S-EN-I-O-R, SENIOR, SENIOR, SENIOR!!! Needless to say, this is a very extraordinary word to many students at Elmhurst, especially to those who happen to be just that — Lowly Frosh It seems like such a long, long time ago when I was a lowly frosh. So much has changed since those hurrying and scurrying days when I lived the life of a mere freshman. Not only have I changed, but my classmates have as well. This can be seen on both the physical and mental level. It ' s so much fun to look back over previous yearbooks and see how much everyone has grown up. All these fresh little baby faces are gone to be replaced by the more serious gaze of the seniors. Everyone has matured, at least on the physical level so we now actually look like the young men and women that we are supposed to be acting like. and Silly Sophs However, it ' s obvious that looks can be deceiving when attemp- ting to hold a conversation with someone who has contracted that extremely contagious disease — Senioritis. The most energy in a typical school day put forth by one of these students is probably that long walk from his car in the parking lot to his first period class (if he can manage to pry himself out of bed in time to make it to EHS by 8:00, that is). Oh yes, there are a few other areas that might cause the senior to actually use his mind. For instance, the four long years of math that I used to think were totally useless have actually come in quite handy a number of times this year. When counting down the number of days left before graduation or timing it just right so that you never have to walk into any classroom before the bell is ready to ring, some math skills are definitely utilized here. mmmmmiM ■ glances over his fch o sneaky

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A Time for Beginnings, A Time for Letting Go Four years of work, dedication, and struggle. It all ended with a ceremony lasting barely an hour. The curtain opened in 1980, the stage set at Elmhurst, the cast the members of the Class of ' 84, playing the roles of freshmen. Act I commenced as they weaved their characters through the year of triumph and defeat, molded by their chosen courses of education. From there, Act II began its tedious journey. In 1981, the freshman roles evolv- ed into sophomores. The molding of educa- tion continued as the cast increased their learning and knowledge under the guidance of skilled, entrusted craftsmen known as teachers. 1982 brought Act III. The players became juniors, and slowly, a single goal came to mind. The climax — graduation. The cast grew pensive, increasing their ef- Five, foui, three, two, one. Severol grods woif nof-so-patiently for their diplomas. forts to further their performance. Act IV began before the cast realized it. They quickly picked up their reins, however, and began to play their parts well. The climax took place on June 5, 1984. at the Memorial Coliseum. The cast, at- tired in ceremonial robes, played their final scene with skill. Diplomas were given to the deserving mernbers, and the play end- ed, leaving behind memories, tears, and education. With the final curtain, the cast went on to bigger and better plays — college, work, marriage. As Shakespeare said, The world is a stage, and the men and women merely players. The Class of ' 84 will continue their suc- cess on their stages, in their theatres, tak- ing with them memories of four acts they will never forget. Congratulations, Class of ' 84! 28 — Graduation