Munster High School - Paragon Yearbook (Munster, IN)

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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.

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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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It was the year for winning with Winnie and losing by three. hough Sept. 5 marked the return to school drudgery, a quick electrical charge jolted the students into a state of enthusiasm with the upcoming preparations for Home- coming activities. Homecoming activities helped ease the pain of returning to the school life routine and reunited the classes after a summer of separation. From the glory of float to the triumph of the parade, spirit was only low as the team suffered its Homecoming defeat, with an overtime loss of 17-14. It all began with float. “It brought the classes together. It united us to work for a single cause and brought out sportsmanship. In the end, it really didn’t matter who won but how much fun everyone had doing it,” remarked sophomore Mike Goldsmith. Outside school hours, students chose to dedicate their time and effort to float con- struction. The endlessly tiresome hours spent twisting and stuffing flowers reflected the students’ vitality. Yet, Homecoming excite- ment was not strictly confined to out of school hours. The students were given an outlet for their energy during the school day with Spirit Week. The time was here: the time for the cra- zies, rowdies, and non-conformists to splen- their glory. They could wear the togas of the days when the gods ruled mankind, or don their parents’ clothes from the good old fifty’s and sixty’s. Students could be greasers or hippies. It was time to let the imagination run free. “Spirit week gets you psyched up for all the Homecoming activities. Dressing up really gets people into it,” stated junior Mona ElNaggar. By Sept. 50, the day of the parade, a storm of spirit filled the air. Pulling out of the Christian Reformed Church parking lot, the parade was off. The Drill Team “high stepped” it to the Band, while the Flag Corps waved their spirit through the air. Decorated cars and trucks led the boisterous cheers of the students; it was the battle of the classes. With the arrival into the horseshoe, the floats fell second to the aroma and commo- tion of Speech and Debate Teams’ tradition- al Chicken Barbeque. As soon as the growl- ing stomachs of almost 1 400 people had been satisfied, thoughts turned towards the even- Rooting for Roo. Roo, the sophomore float, leads the paclc while malting its way down Ridge Road during the Homecoming parade. Sophomore spirit stayed high even though Roo placed third in float competition. Tony the Tiger he ain’t. The thing Tiggers do best is bounce. And that’s what was accomplished as Tigger bounced the Junior Class up to second place in float competition, juniors roclr the truck with enthusiasm as the Homecoming parade begins. Let it roll! Students put forth their enthusiasm with multi-colored confetti, traditional red and white balloons and vivacious cheers as they wrap up the half day with a roaring pep assembly and start off the homecoming weekend festivities. 1 0 Homecoming