Wayne High School - Sentry Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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We ' ve been a part of some- thing for so long. Individuality is now a part of a whole. To be an outsider is to lack purpose. Day to day we move from mass to mass; the only true driving force is that which undulates along the oceans of faces. In this way we see through windows — our windows. We see through the eyes of some- thing larger than ourselves, yet we are a part of it. The strong drag us along in their wakes. This is Wayne High School. It contains all the elations and pitfalls of high school exist- ence. It has the vitality of its people restlessly pacing its halls, waiting. It holds the potential for a new world, the potential of its anxious chil- dren. With a cadence thumping in our ears, we slide from room to room. All but oblivious to our surroundings, we gaze out the window in English; math is interesting during history. Chemical equations balance only during French. Again English. The transfor- mation of last year ' s founda- tion to this year ' s knowledge. We do fulfill the textbooks ' purposes as we crease their precious pages, a quarter a tear, finally deriving the mean- ing of the stanza, the direct object, the written word. Again Math. Again the transformation. Scrawling in a naked notebook. Can we cal- (Right to left) Mr Baker Richard Moore Claude KipnlsMime Rita Fish culate our beating hearts, our ashes to dust? Yes, we can. And we will. Mortality is cheaper than we think, it ' s only numbers that cost. Again Science. Once we have seen a pig ' s cerebellum, we achieve a kind of solace. Look for a soul, it ' s there in the formaldehyde. Not only has Science all the answers, but it has all the questions too. 13

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I 12 Greater Than The Sum Of Its Parts

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SILENT I ' lCTIHttiS And still the cadence thumps, until it is interrupted by different drummers from different places. Claude Kip- nis ' s mime troupe, pausing on a national tour is fun. He puts our life on stage — our tests, our dates, a doll and a circus from our youth. All without words; the ones we don ' t know that are so often our cages, and the ones we know all too well, but which still fall short of escape. Shakespeare has always been tough, words again, and ballet a complete mystery, but groups from Civic Theatre, PIT, and the Ft. Wayne Ballet do their best to bridge the. gap. And it is interesting. A sculpture by Hector Garcia completes our immersion ir art. The perennial visit of loca celebrities from the airwave? brings Pepsi coupons and £ history of dance, but soon it ' s back to school and the end-: less need to fill time, to break the routine, to a combinec thumping of joy and dissatis faction. 14