Bishop Feehan High School - Flashback Yearbook (Attleboro, MA)

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Bang! The gun has sounded. Balloons bursting. . . Energy thrusts forth. Every ounce of energy bursts from within. Blisters, before-the-game- butterflies, sliding into home. We have begun. Striving. Super marathons, sore muscles, football films, batting practice, jumping for the rebound. “Six miles? You're crazy!” ‘And no shortcuts!”’ ‘‘Hey! Remember that time we filled his sneakers with water?”’ Catching the long bomb and pushing your way through to the endzone. The pressure. Game tied 75-75. Winning shot made with perfect aim and agility. Striving. Last lap, thinking, ‘‘My legs feel like spaghetti. | hope | don’t collapse.”’ But, something inside pushes, surge of new energy blasts, now faster towards the finish line. Each muscle strained to the utmost. Striving. Every ounce of energy, effort, determination is set free. Everyone learns to win, lose, compete and mostly to strive in Feehan’s festival, seventy-seven. Smashing a forehand, Vincent Germani strives to hit the ball on-the baseline, past his opponent. 26

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Turning a table leg on the lathe, Clinton Oxley learns that precision is the name of the game. Sawing a piece of wood into precise halves, Craig Hodnett concentrates in shop while Kathleen Holmes waits her turn at the machine. Bzzzzzz! David Fredette trims a laque with a jigsa im hi fingetsat the same ime: peo jigsaw, careful not to trim his “This is an exacting task, but | do it with pleasure.'’ Mr. Fortin, a dedicated man, combines excitement and education in his shop classes for boys and girls. 25

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sa SS 0 SS 6 SE 6 EE 0 SE 6 0 EE 0 0 a 69g eS 0 SO SO EE 9 = 0 = “Not again!’’ muses Mr. O'Boy as the referees make another controversial call. Setting a record pace in the 80 yard hurdles, John Wis- niewski strains every muscle to achieve perfect form and speed. ‘‘Hey! Where’s my spear catcher?’’ asks Feehan’s own bionic woman, Carol Cronin. 27