New Trier Township High School - Echoes Yearbook (Winnetka, IL)

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off the shelves, we would stare discreetly, or so we thought, at the cute senior both of us had a crush on. We were careful to stackthe books in odd corners of the library when we left. More often than not, we were kicked out. After receiving dirty looks from the librarians, we would wander through the halls and giggle. Some- times we would sit outside with a group of people and gossip. Other times we would sit alone and talk about everything: par- ents, people, clothes, music, and sports. Julie was on the volleyball team and was very enthusiastic about it. I went to see her play in a couple of games. She wasn't very good, but l always told her she was great anyway. Now she was hoping to make Varsity. Once in a while, we would go shopping at Northbrook Court, which was really an excuse to eat everything in sight and look at things neither of us could afford. Julie's sister, who was a senior, would always come and pick us up. l remember how much older she seemed. She smoked cigarettes and knew all the words to the songs on the radio. One time Julie and l went into her room and looked through all her old yearbooks to read what people had written in them. We stole her Marlboros, too. She was furious when she found ashes in her favorite mug and burns in her bedspread. PEPP STUDENT LIFE 27

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Still crazy after all these years lt's eight o'clock Saturday morning. Why am l up? l got in at two o'clock last night after a rowdy ''whose-house-is-this-anyway'' party. l arrived with the same people l always see on weekends, but, as usual, when we got to the party, we all headed in separate directions. An old friend of mine was talking to a group of people. Julie sat just across from me on the sofa. I had not seen her since the summer after our sophomore year when we played on the same softball team. She was the same Julie l had remembered. l asked her how she'd been. Fine What have you been up to? she replied. Working mostly, I said, taking the seat of a boy who had gone outside to join the crowd of dancers on the patio. Yeah, l had a job, but I had to quit because of volleyball practice. We were both a little uncomfortable as Julie slowly drew circles with her finger on a coffee table between us. How's it going? lt's pretty tough, but l'll probably make Varsity. The coach likes me. Yeah, that's what you said freshman year, remember? That was funny. Really, what about our study hall? Look, said Julie, following a soccer player onto the dance floor. l'll see you later. We ought to get together sometime. Yeah, give me a call tomorrow and we'll do something. For sure, l will. Somehow, l knew she wouldn't. l slowly got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and took some aspirin. l got back into bed and smiled, remembering our fresh- man year. Julie and l were stuck next to each other in study hall. We started talking one day, and from then on we signed out to the library every day. Hiding behind the piles of books we had taken .nf i 26 STUDENT LIFE f'F'f

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We always seemed to get into trouble together. I remember when both of us were grounded for missing our curfews. There was a big party on the beach and we were both excited because Marc, whom both of us thought was such a babe, was going to be there. That night was a complete disaster. We all sat around a fire on the beach eating and drinking. As more and more people arrived at the beach, I lost track ofJulie. While I tended the dying fire, Marc suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and asked where Julie was. We finally found her alone on the pier. She said she didn't feel well. We helped her get home, then walked back to the beach to get our bikes. I felt terrible about the whole thing, Julie got in trouble, and Marc asked me out. I remember calling Julie after my bi-monthly fight with my parents. More than once I had my suitcase packed and was ready to hit the road. She always said lwas welcome to stay at her house, but somehow, over the course of the conversation, she subtly persuaded me to work things out at home. Not only was she a good listener, but a good talker too. We spent many hours on the phone attempting to unravel a geome- try problem. As the clock problems got tougher, our gossip got juicier. We ended up talking all evening until Julie's dad told her to get off the phone. I stared at my clock radio, and it stared 9:30 back at me. As my nead begged for sleep and my stomach pleaded for food, the phone rang. Wearily, I answered it. I smiled. It was Julie. l 'WMP' www ,I . .N -I QL'-fE'?' ii .3 wf,wffX,. Mr i I 11 1, W 153 .J- iii: ll' 'WW I . 28 STUDENT LIFE