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

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Cooling down an overheated friend, Laura Lopes soothes Susan Fuller after a tough race. The Girl’s Cross Country team has worked hard to be the best! Student Life

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e work hard, we play hard. We take our fun as seriously as our work. Here, we have a spirited student body that works together to make our special times such a success, as much commitment goes into the prom, homecoming, concerts, plays as into academics, activities and athletics. A great deal of time is put into every function—the time to perfect every detail, to go that extra mile, to continue the tradition of a caring, sharing and involved student body. In our rise to the top, there “Once I set goals for myself everything I have to do seems to fall into place.” — Jennifer Bingle “Juggling my activities takes a lot of patience! If I take my time and plan it out, I find I can do everything.” — Joanne Gervais Awaiting the deadline with baited breath, Dawn Sousa and Aileen Conway work diligently on stories for the yearbook. They’re making sure that all of the stories are perfect before going to print. pe Life are often pressures from ourselves as well as others, yet there are rewards from both. The encouragement we give to, and receive from, each other is tremendous. We are our own competitors—to be the best of the greatest is a common desire among all. Yet we are always there to support each other when needed. A helping hand is often extended before it is even asked for. When others think of us asa whole, they think spirit—a six UR TIMES Co MPE TING W117 HIN letter word so dominant in our community. Our enthusiasm brings us together asa family—working, playing and supporting each other with care. We have succeeded in our struggle to maintain a balance with schoolwork, jobs and our active social lives. Indeed, if life is what one makes of it, we have made it a continuous success—competing within and without. STUDENT LIFE

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Dixie Band All Stars, led by Ronald Pontilello, class of 65 president, play the melodies of the twenties and thirties in our cafeteria, transformed into Bourbon Street. Ticket collectors, Sister Rose Marie Rocha and Sister Regina anticipate more customers for the Friday night performances. With a lucky throw of the dice, Mr. Richard Enright may really “Beat the Dealer.” Hard cash for scrip. Parent supporters, Mr. and Mrs. Coogan supply Mr. Scanlon’s needs for the night. In the background are Mr. and Mrs. Goodreau. See: Night First Night’s usual features — Bourbon St., Irish Pub, Pepper- mint Palace, Casino — all paled before the shock when... Extraterrestrials Take Over Our Band 1 year as First Night rolled around, I never really thought about the reason why we were given the day before off. I figured it had to do with changing around the classrooms and perhaps even decorating the cafeteria. I was not prepared, however, for the sight which met me as I stepped from my car on that Saturday night. The only possible way to describe my experience would be to say that I felt like that stunned Michael J. Fox as he got out of his time capsule and found himself in another age. I was greeted by a doorman who graciously took away my coat and ushered me down the flower-lined hallway. The delicious smell of homemade food wafted through the air and a collage of music drifted through the open door ahead of me. I cautiously entered the cafeteria and inconspicuously melted in with the dark back wall. Tables with colorful cloths were casually placed around the cafeteria giving their occupants a good view of the action up front. I could not help but laugh as I focused on the lighted stage. An Irish band was playing full swing! Although it was not U2, I could not help but sway to the beat. I reluctantly left the Irish Pub in search of the peppermint ice cream I had heard so much about, but instead was drawn towards the noise emanating from within the band room. It might have been Mickey Mouse’s 60th birthday on the south side of Disneyland. I stood at the doorway for a few moments and listened to the swaying beat of a Dixieland band. I hadn’t heard the like since my first trip to Disneyland. After that I ran upstairs into the auditorium to catch the last part of our own ‘“‘Up with People” show. Was this our band? A tinny voice spoke from the dizzying whirl of light and colors that told me these were alien musicians from outer space. The strange atonal sounds mingled with clashing symbols and throbbing drums. Instead of the usual band members there were helmeted figures in exotic sparkling costumes. As the tempo increased to a roar, suddenly the lights went down to darkness and the “aliens”? departed. When the lights came up, there stood our familiar musicians and the roar of the standing ovation replaced the alien sounds. Then on to the gymnasium for a little one armed bandit and some mean poker. Finally I quenched my thirst on a lime ricky sold in the Peppermint Palace. This had certainly been an exciting night I thought, as I wandered out in the parking lot, “I wonder who is going to clean it up?”