Art And Design High School - Prism Yearbook (New York, NY)

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SERVICE SQUAD AUDIO VISUAL SQUAD LITERARY CLUB VARSITY TENNIS TEAM HIGHLIGHTS STAFFI THEATER ARTS I I I

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VARSITY BOWLING CLUB GIRLS TENNIS CLUB VARSITY HANDBALL TEAM VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM VARSITY GOLF 6 B 7 , 4 v Y VOLLEYBALL TEAM ' LIBRARY STAFF -

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youth is that period when you try on all the faces until you find your own. I can safely say that if I had known what sixteen-going-on-seventeen would have been like when I was six-going-on-seven, I would have had serious doubts as to the wisdom of growing up. The turmoil and indecision that we go through each day can be understood only by another teen- ager, for once you have passed this puzzling period, you suffer a mysterious lapse of memory. Strangely enough, if our sometimes peculiar be- havior is an enigma to our peers, it is utter com- plexity, and without definition to us. In every direction, we are instructed on how to be good, honest, intelligent, considerate, ambitious. We are faced with a dozen ways we should be and no explanation as to why we are the way we are. As a result, every day is an ex- periment in practice. Today we are complete honesty-Result: confusion. Next day we are quiet and terribly reserved:-Result: confusion. We decide to be sticky sweet, and we are con- fronted with puzzled queries as to why you are acting so strangel Each new mask is put on, tested, and finally disposed of. But, oh those days, weeks, years, of tryingl Those horrible questions: Just who am I? Actually, the only thing that keeps us going is the knowledge that in a few years, we too can forget what we went through. We try not to real- ize that any stage is the difficult stage. MIRIAM JIMENEZ .fvwff04.ef-,nf ,Wy h - ff 'iff 1 -nf We 'iff ,X-V74-My K f .6 1,1 ww my fy, 4 .M44f,1,fQ:-4? jg mf f :gg 1 .if .9 3121.-an , ,. ,f V.,.w'9f'.'Q2ff'Z'W 2-ZZ! 4211 f Q1 ,. z.?w4f2ii?f17f!Z2:'Wfff 7 -ffitfiz 7 .r.ff1l,if. if! diff. ,WY-4'ff 2'p1fivfi P ' ,. X1'i'jlv67' ' fzfzwfffw fum .wf4e4-:ww Aff 4z.,m:,w4z Agfmw,.:y!,,wf fn iwgyr ,.f,.p9Qw.-W..-,7 MMM ,,.,9gyW-,4fn-'myf fi W -V1 WM! .J 2 ffff if ' 2 ffffab- ,WKGWMV '-'iffh .Wy ,fhrpiff . is 5 ww .'7-57-Qxw ,ff-Qlfqf, ' , K V745fWf,wf2z!f4Fif ffffffi -fs Q1 mf-f ,.,.., ws -1. ff5fW2ffff gpvfiefm . 1 in Q fi. KZCZZVKW WE ARE NOW EMERGING We are now emergingg light is thrown upon our faces, and we see. We are no longer in the womb that has nursed and protected us. Yet do you find yourself withdrawing, boring back into the past security? It is gone. Baptism of your Self, you stand in chimer- ical sanctity. Look beneath you, and you will fall, fall into the reality that you are as erroneous as me. Be an individual,-unique, but in harmony. There is no antonym for symphonies when you are one, complete, and free. Leave now this elementary consciousness and raise yourself from out your crib of ignorance. Yet a word of warning, I give: Don't throw your Self into the stream of knowledge, lest you drown. Emerge, emerge butterfly, from your sun- tight cocoon, and worship the light descending upon you. Make an Exodus from your bondage, animal of burden, and ease your weary muscles, but always know work. Birth is not a simple procedure, but once born, you are an individual and very much on your own ..... Go forth and conquer. HELENE GROSSMAN SO FOLLOW So I can Cross the summit Where there is hope opening like warm rain to drench the sky in glory ............................... a Span of the Sun's wings flooding the earth with Light are the eyes of HIS initiated at daybreak. i f' 6 X MARCI compress