Episcopal High School - Accolade Yearbook (Baton Rouge, LA)

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A Year Of Seniors. To ninety-two students, this was not just another year, it was THE YEAR! It was a title earned by enduring eleven long years of school, not counting nursery school and kindergarten, of course. Being a senior was supposed to make-up for everything. It is impossible to count the number of times But I'm a senior! was used as an excuse for goofing off, staying out late, and acting up at school. Being seniors meant being the class to look up to. More importantly, it meant senior privelages. It involved leaving class after a test, having free hour instead of study hall, and cutting in the lunch line. Senior year also came with a senior room-or what there was of it, and a senior parking lot- including busting the underclassmen who tried to park there. But, most of all, being a senior meant being able to leave Privileges And Responsibilities campus during free hour, activity period, lunch, or any other free time. Leaving usually inolved going out to eat, going over to someone's house, or, more commonly, going up to Circle K. However, with all of the fun and privelages came responsibilities. Mr. Hallman was there at all times reminding everyone to keep up their grades and to do well on the retakes of the SAT's and the ACT's. Then came college applications. The endless forms to fill out and the countless essays to write about What do you want to study? Why? ; What is your favor-ite quote movie book? Why? ; and What is your most meaningful activity? This was often done all night, the night before the deadline. Of course, there were the few clever students who merely back-dated their envelopes after the deadline. After mail- ing the applications came the worst part- waiting! To most of the country, April 15 is dreaded as the deadline for income taxes. To the seniors, it became known as the final day to hear from colleges. It was anticipated, but at the same time, dreaded. Somehow, all ninety-two seniors survived the wait. But, in the meantime, they caught a disease known as senioritus. Its symptoms were seen, generally, as an I don't care attitude. It included less concern for school, and even more concern about having a good time. W'hile it was hardly fatal, it was more contagious than the flu, the measles, or even the common cold. Senioritus lasted all the way up to May 22, when the entire class sat in the front of the chapel wearing white gowns, tuxes, radiant smiles, and a few scattered tears. Graduation provides Susan DeFclicf and Tracy Broyles with a time to reflect upon their many memories accumulated throughout high school. S«44 t 7iacc U C$€. s4(e tta t 'ZOCifal 'Scvidcac pCKKCfcn S«44Ul Scil 72 Seniors

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