Munster High School - Paragon Yearbook (Munster, IN)

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of true tortures Gym is not the only class where exercise can be found in school. It’s lurking in every hall and corridor. “Susan, this kitchen is a disaster area. Get over here young lady, and take that ridiculous sound contraption off your head! Can’t you ever do anything “Mom, calm down! I’ve had a hard day.” “You’ve had a hard day! I fail to understand how one day in school can make you physically exhausted.” “Well, it all starts out in the morning . . . First, I’m abruptly woken up out of my sleep at the ungodly hour of 6:30 a.m. by that blaring alarm clock. Talk about rush and hassle; by the time I’m showered, dressed and ready to go, I feel like I’ve been through an obstacle course. I start sweating before I give my deodorant a chance to activate. But once in school, whew, that’s when the competition begins. Trying to get to my locker is like trying to jog through New York City traffic rush hour. Arriving at my destination, I have to wrestle to open my locker, amidst snarls, glares, and swinging doors. After going a few rounds with my locker, it finally opens. That gives me about two seconds to leap out of the way of the millions of books that fly out of the top. It’s not bad enough that those lockers don’t even fit two books and a sheet of paper comfortably, but the people who assign them always give the top locker to those under 5 feet. By now, my legs feel like rubber that have been left in the sun too long. Ignoring the pain, I have to sprint across the building to I reach my classroom before the tardy bell rings. Ahh! Relief! I’m finally in my seat ready to relax, listen and learn, right? Wrong! All my concentration is focused on writing furiously with one hand while waving the other one frantically in the air for five never-ending minutes. Agonizing hours later, I lift myself out of my chair and realize that my first three classes are over. My body feels like it’s been through three intervals of 60 minute Jane Fonda workouts. And then, they say we have a break for lunch, an eating break, can you believe it? It’s more like a body breaker. It’s a tough world out there, Mother, full of hungry savages all hoarding their 90 cents, stopping at nothing to get the biggest bag of french fires and the cheesiest piece of pizza. Of course, by now I’m in such a state of frenzy that I forget things. These include necessities essential for consuming those tasty morsels such as my fork or the salt for the pizza. By the time I’m settled to eat my food and have a relaxing break. I’m out of breath. Chewing my food at 330 chomps a minute while trying to talk to my friends is not too beneficial to my health. Then, it’s back to fourth, fifth, and sixth hour for more muscle spasm and eye straining activities. Just when you think it’s all over, I get hit hard with the terror of realizing that after my grueling day, I have to face the ride home on the bus. After hurdling those 5 foot steps which always have obstruc- tions on them, I have to fight for a seat containing only two other passengers. By now, my nerves are frazzled and raw. It’s important that I stay alert at all times on this funfilled trip for fear of falling prey to a flying spit wad or being in the way of five chattering sixth graders. By the time I get off the flea-infested mobile, I can hardly stagger to the steps and get my key in the door before I pass out. And you tell me I don’t do anything! My body reveals different tales, more than you know. By the time I get home, it’s crying. Get the point? With a strong hand gesture, assistant principal John Marshak emphasizes the need for a parent’s signature before he will issue a parking permit to Kelly Comstock and Deno Tackels, juniors. There were a total of 280 parking permi ts sold to the students. Taking it easy. While enjoying the peace and quiet of the library, senior Scott Lorenz relaxes his legs as he finishes researching for his Comp I class. Twelve paragraph themes often require many hours spent searching through current magazines for background material. 8 Body Talk

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here once was a student from Munster An unknown and unheard of youngster Whose self-confident air Made crowds stop and stare And say, “How did you get like you are, sir?” WELL— He’s part of the spirit-filled masses Who are attired in 50’s skirts and glasses They decorate the hall And paint banners for the walls While Homecoming floats are made by the classes. For Prom, he is complete with tux and tails But for Chi, the casual look prevails Dancing all night Then out for a bite Having a good time is all it entails. At night, his job occupies his mind After hours, he pumps weights to unwind He’s a busy guy But the benefits are high A salary and good physique are what he’ll find. Through the spirit of this confident bloke And the interest his presence invokes He’s got it made So we are ending our tirade A Munster student is definitely NO JOKE. Student Life 7

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Corrections, corrections. Stretching her cramped legs, junior Janice Klawitter, opinion editor, stands up in order to get a better angle on her layout. This is needed after a long afternoon spent in the pub. Under pressure. Strengthening his writing muscles, senior Bill Resatar, sports editor, rushes to meet deadline. While frantically trying to think of the right word for his story, he attempts to review the work written by his assistants at the same time.