East Side High School - Torch Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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“A Typical Day at East Side We had a substitute for history today. We didn’t do much damage to the room this time. The only problem now is that some people are dazed and confused after they got hit on the head with one of the chairs. Okay, maybe it’s impossible to play baseball with chairs, but at least we tried Just after we thought we were going to die of boredom, the bell rang. Lunch time. The hardest decision we have to make all day is what we should eat for lunch. Stale bologna sandwiches or the meat watchamacallit. Whatever we chose, we’d play it safe, by paying someone to taste test it for us. If they didn’t die, we knew it was edible. On our way to our next class, we push and shove to get into our classroom, nearly to murder someone who is inside. As we finally make it to gym on time, and dress to play, the fire bell rings. “What's the wind chill factor today? 90 below zero? During seventh period, you're studying for the next and final class of an E.S. day and we find ourselves tired, hungry, thirsty, and sleepy. In other words we should be home watching T.V. The test is over and if you're confident you probably passed it with a high D. The bell rings once again and it's not a fire drill. As we walk out the building, we hear someone calling. And if you turn around it will probably be a teacher with a missed homework assignment. There- fore, do not turn around. Go straight home. Repeat. Go straight home. Right: Henry is busy right now, can | take a message? Bottom Right: Fou and Jose, “So how about those Mets?” Top Left: Oh, No! here she comes. Mid-Left: Fire drill . . . Again! Bottom Left: Hi!

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Top Right: Сап | see your cheat notes? Mid-Right: Isabel Sanchez and her friend. Bottom Right: East Side study habits. Top Left: Hmm! Good. Left: l'd rather be home sleeping.

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Top Right: So many men, so little time Mid-Right: Can’t wait to get out Bottom Right: Pass me the squeegee Center: Oh boy, Can you believe this picture Left: I'm exhausted! Lessons They said “we'd never make it, And they thought they were right But we kept on plodding onward Because we hoped we might And they shook their heeds in wonder That we lacked the sense to quit, But we held our chins up higher, And we didn’t mind a bit They said, “we would never make it As the problems multiplied, But we had to make an effort, And to know at least we tried So we dug our heels in deeper, Though sometimes our spirits lagged. And we shouldered what was lightest, And the rest sort of dragged. And we found to our amazement, At the ending of the day That what they said we couldn't, We had managed anyway. It only took three little words, Please help us, and we rid Ourselves of doubt, and all they said We'd never do... We did.’