Christopher Columbus High School - Anchor Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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GROWING UP Growing up is a peculiar process. At first you don't realize that you're growing up. Then suddenly you notice things you never noticed before. How startled you are to see relatives and friends that you haven't seen in many years. You discover they appear so much older than you remembered. Your conception of life has changed. What you once considered fun just doesn't appeal to you any longer. You find yourself dwelling on thoughts of hap- penings in the world, and often trying to solve the mystery of how people's minds work. No longer are your thoughts limited to yourself and those immediately about you. Gradually your mind is admitting new thoughts. Since you started in high school, you thought graduation represented the wonderful day when you would step from the carefree garden of youth into the complicated life of an adult. Suddenly you're a senior and graduation looms before you. When you step forward to receive your diploma on Graduation Day, it is with a realization that you have grown up and are ready to face whatever may come in the world outside. You square your shoulders and silently determine to do your part to be an honest citizen and to accept your new responsibilities. IOAN G. HARING NOSTALGIA Linda had been rummaging through an old trunk in the attic when she unearthed a faded blue hat with a ridiculously long feather on one side. All sorts of unusual buttons were pinned together on the hat. It's my Senior Hat! she exclaimed to herself. As she examined it, her surroundings were blotted out by nostalgic thoughts of her high school days. Linda was back in the crowded halls of her school. Funny how the halls always reminded her of a subway during the rush hours. She could again see the cafeteria and hear the sounds of many voices mingled with the odor of food. She could recall standing on line waiting to buy her lunch while delicious odors wafted to her nose, tantalized her. 16

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There had been experiences that stood out in her mind, some proud, some embarrassing. Once when only a humble Freshman, she had stumbled into the wrong classroom, only to discover her mistake in the middle of the period. She had stam- mered something incoherent to the teacher and, to the delight of the class, had fled. There had been a play in which Linda had taken part. She was a Spanish girl and, during the course of the play, had to recite a poem in Spanish. How hard she had struggled to perfect her accent. When the play was over and the applause was thunderous, Linda secretly felt that some of it was for her performance. The fun of being a Senior was only occasionally clouded by the thought of leaving the school she had attended for four years. How delighted Linda had been when she received her Senior hat and how much fun it had been to attempt to outdo all other Seniors in making her hat the most unusual one. It had only been achieved by the addition of a feather which was twelve inches long. The teachers had regarded her with amusement when she wore it and her friends were envious. There had been yearbook pictures which caused her to wonder if she really looked like the girl in the picture. Her nose appeared too large and her face reminded her of the faces painted by El Greco. She hadn't minded too much. It was easy to laugh at herself. When she had received her diploma, a thought clung to her mind in the way ivy clings to a wall. She then remembered how afraid she had been to go to school when she was a little child. Her fears had been allayed by a kindly teacher who afterwards remained her friend. It was like that when she graduated. She half dreaded the thought of leaving and finding herself in a new world. There was however a calm voice inside her that repeatedly told her she need not fear the future but should look forward to it like a new adventure. Linda turned the pages of her imaginative mind. Everything had been all right. Replacing the hat in the dusty trunk, she turned and left the attic, her heels making a rhythmic tapping on the floor. IOAN G. HARING , i1.1 'N avkaifzffi-3's2f l W y O fl at rr 77: 41.41 'X 17