Chopticon High School - Chopticonian Yearbook (Morganza, MD)

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Is There Life After Chopticon? Sharing some sunshine after 2:30 was something most of us looked forward to. Whether it was working, playing, or relax- ing, every bit of free time was enjoyed. As long as friends were with us that was all that mattered. Sure, sometimes St. Mary's County seemed pretty boring, but during the summer and on weekends we lived through it. According to a random survey, the sum- mer of '83 CHS students found different ways to pass the time. In the morning a majority of CHS students slept late; the rest worked or went to summer school. After lunch time CHS sleepy heads were up and ready to conquer their favorite soap, babysitting or anything that interested them. Evenings were when life really began. Wargames. Risky Business, Porkys II, and Mr. Mom, really caught the atten- tion of our students. Cruising around Waldorf, Lexington Park, Leonardtown or any place with action was a popular way to pass time. Out of town and on the move, we set out for Ocean City and Florida. Some of us visited relatives, friends or we went out to the beach to soak up some sun. Staying close to home brought us to familiar favorite spots: Waldorf, Ander- son's, or Lexington Park. It didn't matter if there was excitement, we were among friends, laughing, and just plain having a good time. So summer brought us to the conclusion that with good friends there really is life after Chopticon. It may have seemed there wasn't any way we would survive long enough to hear the glorious sound of the 2:30 bell on a hot June day, ready and waitin' for summer vacation, but we all did; believe it or not. Yuk, what is this stuff? Missy Sullivan enjoys a cool drink 10 SUMMER HANGOUTS

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A yummy place for lunch. Rockerfeller Center, one of our scheduled feeding places OH MY COSH... Our guest seems to amuse Mrs. Kuzmrck as Randy Tuning and Tracy Van Van Hoozier look on Friday, June 10 Dear Diary, Finally, we were on our way to the big weekend in New York City. The day got off to a great start as we loaded the lug- gage, drove to the station, and caught our train on time! A 3 hr. train trip is not known for its excitement, but with a water snake, a pack of playing cards, and a tape deck, we fought off boredom. The most in- dustrious of us planned practical jokes for the weekend; there were to be plenty. We arrived at 3:00 p.m. and settled into the Hotel Taft, which is rumored to be tops in the field of cockroach breeding. After about an hour we took a walk through Times Square to pick up tickets for the evening show of A Chorus Line. Crabbing a quick dinner at a local deli gave us enough time to run to the theatre and ar- rive just at curtain time. After the show everyone split up, some went to see a movie, and some stayed around the hotel. Those of us staying saw the beginning of the fun. Around 11:30 p.m., one by one all of the red fire exit lights disappeared from the stairwell; at least until you entered Chris Schubert's room. But, the fun had just begun, because in one room, far, far at the end of the hall, plans began for the highlight of the weekend. Saturday, lune 11 Dear Diary, Up bright and early for a day chock-full of shopping and sightseeing. Armed with plastic money, we attacked Saks, Maceys, Cimbels and a blur of small shops. After running up the limit on the Visa card, we were off to do some sightseeing. Visiting places like the Empire State Building, Times Square, and Radio City Music Hall, we barely made it back in time to pick up our matinee tickets and see either Pump Boys and Dinnettes or loseph and His Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. After the show, we were off shopping again! Right after the buying spree, we bought tickets to the evening show. Evita. We had just enough time to get back to I B aVIPPEE the hotel and catch dinner. Afterwards, we all casually trickled into Mrs. Kuzmick's room. As we joked and talked about the day's events, a knock came on the door. A man from hotel security claimed our chaperone, Randy Tuising, was named in a complaint registered by 2 women down the hall. As Mrs. Kuzmick stood to defend Randy's honor, the man stated he was wrong and began to apologize Suddenly our practical joke started to unfold and the surprise we'd planned for Mrs. Kuzmick began. Her surprise turned to delight as our mystery guest was the focal point of that night. Later we all met for cappuccino in a nearby coffee shop and then a late showing of Flashdance. Then back to the hotel to get some well deserved sleep. Sunday, June 12 ‘ Dear Diary, Woke up early for jogging in Central Park. No, we didn't get mugged, despite Robert Farr's fears. Packing was next on the agenda, sad to say. Not that we didn't have fun. For instance, Jean Sansbury and Dan Kelly's waterfights, or Jeff Vose having some trouble locating his underwear were just a few of the antics over the weekend. Packing done, we spent the rest of the day people watching and sightseeing. We caught an early train home, A ride we'll never forget. We could have written a book — 707 Things to Do With a Water Snake. Trade Van Hoozier spent her time trying to solve a problem ... how to walk by and not fall into the train's occupied bathroom. Robert Farr discovered his in- ability to stand up without slamming his head against the luggage rack. Infinite in- cidents and card games later we found ourselves near home. Surprisingly, the train was not going to stop in New Carrofton, our stop, until we protested to the con- ductor for over an hour. Home at last, sweet St. Mary's County, and sweet sleep! It was great to be back home, but none of us, for any reason, would have missed our chance to take a bite out of the Big Apple. NEW YORK CITY 9

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Say, cheese! Dale Droum. Julie Harvey, Teresa Hall, Karen Jenkins, and Becky Barth on the Boardwalk in I think I'm allergic to mornings. Tim Miller hangs out Ocean City in the parking lot