Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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I Remeber Like It Was Yesterday As every member of the Class of 88 thinks back on the past four years, they are flooded by waves of memories which come crashing back. Happy times, sad times, confusing times, good, fantastic, incredible, unforgettable times. Every memory is one which they will always remember just like it was yesterday .. . Lori Holding: “Playing basketball in the Oakland Coliseum and winning NCS.” Matt Bell: “Sitting in the stands during the 87 Homecoming game.” Steve Emerson: “Having my “business” fall out of my shorts while running 90’s at summer workouts.” Tricia Wallace: “Everything about Spir¬ it Week our Senior year.” Andrew Pierce: “Close up and being recognized by my peers at homecom¬ ing.” Kim Moates: “Homecoming 87 when the microphone broke as I was being driven around the field at the game.” Michelle Richards: “Slipping on a bur- rito in the main hallway and being laughed at by everyone and being kid¬ napped by a bunch of American foot¬ ball players while in the Hank costume at a rally squad carwash.” continued on page 205 It’s just a matter of applying yourself November 30. This was the UC priority deadline for applications. And it was only the first of many to be met and put off until the last minute. There is no greater hassle or headache than filling out the endless pages of your scholastic history and the essays you must write attempting to fit your life history into 500 words or less. Then you pay some¬ one to read it and decide your future. More stressful than that is running to the mailbox everyday hoping to find the fat envelope with the word “Con¬ gratulations!” “You write a book ' about yourself and then pay someone to read it and decide your future.”

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JUNIORITUS-So Close, Yet So Far As the days grow longer and winter gives way to the warmer days of spring, a curious disease sweeps over the land. Senioritus. This is the well known ail¬ ment which affects teens who are in their final year of high school. A not so publicized, yet more frustrating cousin to the disease is Junioritus. This carries with it many of the same symptoms: a disinterest in school and homework, a constant ringing in the ears which seems to be the beach calling out to you, and a basic feeling of laziness. It becomes almost physically impossible to open your backpack or lift a pencil. With senioritus comes a carefree, laid- back feeling as you see the finish line in the distance and are over taken by the feeling that it just doesn’t matter any¬ more. You begin to laugh as another deadline for a class passes and only one fourth of the class has turned it in. On the other side of the coin is the not so laughable disease, junioritus. As a ju¬ nior, the importance of grades hangs over your head like a dark cloud. But you can’t give up. continued on pg. 205 “You feel like you’re going into the test to decide your life.” -Julie Keshmiry CAUTION-THIS IS ONLY A TEST As your junior year begins to wind down, you experience the excitement of activities like the junior prom and anx¬ iously await the arrival of your senior year. Along with these little perks also comes a not so exciting event; tackling the SAT’s. It will be the first time the majority of these people attempt this test. The SAT is a high stress exper¬ ience. A range of feelings surround you as you walk continued on page 205

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Summer of Change Year of Friendship There’s an amazing transformation that takes place every summer. It doesn’t effect every one, only those teenagers who have just completed their junior year and are embarking on the exciting journey thru their senior year in high school. Though the sum¬ mer may not be an especially eventful one, for those who fall into the soon-to- be-senior category, it does mean an in¬ credible metamorphosis will take place. It’s not visible or noticable while it’s happening but during those three months, these young people age three years in looks and mature by five. Or, so it seems. Ask anyone in the senior class of 1988 and they will admit to this. At no time in our class’ history until this past year were we as pulled together as a whole. We were friends. Not just some of us, but us all. We finally began to show signs of growing up. Perhaps no one has been able to de¬ scribe it better than Andrew Butler in his speech at the senior breakfast. An¬ drew explained how the past few years, we’ve been looking only at the way in which the lights were shining on us. This past year we’ve been able to see how the lights were shining from each of us. continued on page 205