Mercer Island High School - ISLA Yearbook (Mercer Island, WA)

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Senior Sarah Leichner deals with a customer at Bernie's. t. e I :ily 9 Holly Griffith plays Careers at Pasta 8. Co. f ix 2 A1 'fb 'H an ,tblx Af, 1 57 'ff ff . Heir iv... Pl My I llllr 232 Y-5: .555 'int Haldee Jezek plays Hide and Seek at Junior Scott Armstrong bags his way to college at Slaveway. - l2JOBS

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YD C The game of Love is a strange thing. lt's the only version where a full house is worth less than . . . A PAIR. Dear Diary: l'm finally playing the Dating Game. He's sooo cute! Matilda and I first saw him during lunch, and of course we had to lump up immediately and follow Him everywhere. Who cares about Anal Math?! This is important stuff! Hit. However, reality soon set in, and we returned to class. Nevertheless, the hunt continued. I persuaded Mary to look up His schedule for me, and I plastered it across my Pee- Chee. Along with His name. And hearts. Lots of hearts. Hit. Then this intrepid investigator breathlessly waited for God to enter the locker boy so she could tind His locker and memorize its combination. 8-16-32. 8-I6-32. Omigodl He's got an eight in His combination, too!! We were meant for each other. answered. Hit. The next day, however, I renewed my pursuit with increased vigor. I enlisted Matilda once more in my daring search for His lunch table. -l.et's sit here today. -Why? -l like the view. Hit. But He didn't look at me. He lust ate His hamburger and joked with His friends. And the next day I caught Him talking with Megan! He doesn't even know I exist. If He did, He probably wouldn't even care. I wonder if my eyes are blue enough? Miss. BRRRRINNNNNGGGGIIIFFII -I-lello? -Hi! ls Betty there? -Speaking. -Hi, Betty? This is Joe. You know, from Physics? -Ye-ess? -Well, I was wondering . . . if Hit. maybe you wanted to go out this Now I know why they call it a weekend? numbers game: as soon as I reached MHIMMHM home, I looked up His phone One plus one equals two. number in the book and called His Hit, house. And called. And called. Got that Battleship. And hung up the minute someone And thus a pair is born.

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2:20 Friday afternoon. Time for the weekend. No sucks. No sweat. Just cruise on down to the store, cause it's . . . AYDAY. 'iSorry, I can't make it. I gotta -ark. How many times has the average ander heard this refrain? Too iany. Much more welcome is the omment, Ill get paid today. So I guess that means l'Il get my ioney back, huh? Dream on, buddy. Like it or not, a large number of 'XIHS students do hold down part- nes iobs, getting a head start in we game of Life. Forget worrying out fire and life insurance, these ung adults care only for the part out collecting 500 dollars. Yet many have quite serious asons for entering the Enployment market. College, cars, othes, Coca-Cola-you know, the -asic necessities of life. 'll got a iob because I feel it builds aracter and increases moral er, senior John Largis says. Whatever the philosophic ,rincipal involved, the bottom line in dost student iobs is money. eaucoup bucks. Mucho moola. he green stuff. KNO, not that green tuffll I like money, affirms senior auren Guzzak, and if I could, l'd uke a bath in it. Ah, but before one can rake in the Junior Michael Lillie reaps the fruit of his hard labor. green, one must mow the grass with an irascible machine. Translation: one must work one's proverbial tail off, often under the supervision of a manager whose dream as a child was to become warden of San Quentin, in order for the dough to roll in. Not even pawns on a chessboard have it as bad: players just order them around to be killed for others, the student worker must go through all that, added to the pressure of school, and must act as if he likes it! ul like the money, says iunior Jason Gordon, a onetime courtesy clerk at Safeway, 'ibut my manager is a lbleepingl lbleeplf' The dirt and sweat and ugly uniforms and annoying customers all become worthwhile, however, when the square says, Collect 500 dollars. Anyone who has ever had a job, from the freshman babysitter, to the sophomore yard worker, to the junior grocery bagger, to the senior waiter lplus an assortment of other -ers in between? knows the feeling of being paid. Imagine needing a two to land directly on GO and getting it. Yup, you understand. Getting paid, opines Class of '86 member, Jeff Berven, is like being stranded on a banana barge in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Hey some people do like bananas. But now one faces the comfortable dilema of how to dispose of the money. The games people play with their hard-earned cash defy reason. Seniors save like someone with a chance to buy Boardwalk lie., they don'tI. Juniors and sophomores spend like someone with a chance to put two hotels on Boardwalk li.e., they dol. And freshmen buy Baltic Avenue lkids nowadaysll. Ill spend my money on things my mom won't buy for me, admits iunior Stephanie Marshall. I-lowever, the money earned now is perhaps neither as important nor as valuable as the experience and references students gain from their iobs. Somewhere along the line, perhaps in a totally different field, someone will say, 'Let's play Life. And one shall know once more the sweetness of PA YDA Y!