Classical High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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The sun’s red and orange hues peeping out over the horizon marked a new day at the beach. Lauren Lazzari, Christine Benoit, Laura Flood, | summer afternoon blowing bubbles. and Andrea Repsys enjoyed a hot and hazy For her summer vacation, Antonietta Mango donned pleasant blouse, red kerchief, and : : Elayne Forastierre spent her summer days pol- matching skirt, and traveled to Salerno, Italy. ishing up her waterskiing skills on the waters of Lake Winnipesaukee. 6 SUMMER

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IMPROVED Well here we are! We have finally made it! After years of dreaming about going to the “new school,”’ we have lived through a complete year at Springfield Central High. It wasn’t all that bad, was it? In this yearbook, we, the staff, hoped to use lively photographs and energetic stories in order to allow you to experience your high school years each time you open your yearbook in the future. It was our job to make sure that you never forget. We spent long, tedious hours pour- ing over theme suggestions until we arrived at ‘New and Improved.” This phrase seemed to appeal to everyone and why not? It was the plain truth: the class of 1987 was very much new and improved. Obviously, the entire class was new since it was a hybrid of Classical and Technical seniors that was to be the first graduating class from Central. The building itself was the sparkling multi-million dollar creation that at- tracted the attention of the entire city of Springfield, and it was a huge im- provement over the former facilities at Classical and Technical High Schools. Although the two structures were beautiful, historical sites with distinctive character and ideal access to downtown resources, these schools were also falling apart around the students and faculty. At least at Central, rainy days didn’t bring water- falls flowing down the staircases. Throughout this book we have ex- plored the academic, extracurricular, and social advantages that being stu- dents at Central provided us with. So sit back with the book, kick off your shoes, relax, and reflect upon all those great times that you had at this new and improved school of ours. Enjoy! Lisa Wilson Dan Monson has obviously taken an assignment to a study hall literally. Lisa Wilson and Cindy DeGrace bask in the sun. Above: Frank Bruno thinks about going home. Below: April McLeish is thrilled with school. OPENING 5

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eos Fae Many a summer day was wiled away on Kim Forastiere’s inflatable rubber sea raft. 4 Robert Hogan, Jennifer Faulkner, and Lisa Roche spent an enjoyable and fun-filled evening at the summer's annual Big E fair held at West Springfield. ; aah, Summer! Visions of A sun, and surf pop into your mind. Bikini- clad bodies, all trying to acquire the perfect tan, glistened with Suntan oil. Muscled torsos, bronzed by the blinding sun, had women’s heads turning. On the flip side, there were those whose bodies refused to tan in the Slighest, settling instead for a bright shade of lobster red. And then there was the sand. Sand in your hair, sand in your bathing Suit, sand in your shoes, and sand in your tape deck! And the sun! Blazing heat rays pounded down upon your poor unprotected body. Lymph nodes emmitted gallons of sweat, leav- ing your body slick and odorous. But as soon as you got into the water, all of your complaints about the sand and sun disap- peared. Waves crashed into your body, leaving you cool and re- freshed. You swam out farther and farther until your toes could not touch the sandy bottom any longer, and you bodysurfed the next wave into the beach. You repeated this game over and over again until your pleasure abated. You slowly made your way to shore, feeling somewhat heavier than when you entered the ocean. You flopped down on your huge beach blanket, put on some sunglasses, and sSurren- dered your body to the sun’s ri golden rays. As you reclined there spread-eagled, you felt the drops of water on your body slowly evaporate into the air as the heat baked you mercilessly. If you concentrated hard enough, you might have been able to feel the melanin working its way up towards your outer Skin. If you were lucky, you would have a tan in about 3 to 4 hours. As you soaked up the sun, oth- er activities were occuring around you. A volleyball game had been set up at the far end of the beach. Sounds of the ball be- ing hit reached your ears, and your half-conscious mind tuned into a nearby conversation on the advantages of the string biki- ni. Personally you opted for the One-piece bathing suit. Sounds of the pounding surf reached you, lulling you into a more drowsy state. You could hear the sounds of children’s laughter, the strains of the latest top 40 songs, and the words of an agi- tated parent reprimanding a de- linquent child. Finally the day drew to an end, and you still haven’t achieved your perfect tan. But there was always a to- morrow to look forward to. If what you have just read had you reminiscing and long for the long, hot days at the beach, have no fear - there is still next year. Monique Mata Hundreds flocked to the beaches last summer to take advantage of the hot and sunny weather. Crowds like these were typical of many beaches. SUMMER 7