Everett High School - Crimson Tide / Memories Yearbook (Everett, MA)

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CLASS HISTORY Thirteen years ago, we made reservations in our local neighborhood elementary school to board Flight No. 63-76 for an educational, time-consuming, and enjoyable trip. Soaring through kindergarten to the seventh grade, we advanced from fingerpainting to arts and crafts, lunch boxes to cafeteria food, and pencils to pens, however, this was just the pea¬ nut butter for our fluffernutters. We stopped for refueling at the Parlin for eighth and ninth grade. It was in the eighth grade that we came together as a whole and made new friends. Freshman year was a dominating one. We felt that we knew all the tricks of the trade and would have no problems at all in high school. By now we had learned that freedom was just another word as we were bound by the restrictions of the administration. Marching rigidly, single file agains the wall most of us felt like recruits in Boot Camp. Stopping for a drink of H 2 0 was like watching an episode of Mission Impossible. Only the cool, brave, and daring students would sneak food out at recess. Marta Hari ' s would conceal pretzels in their pocketbooks while James Bond’s would hide brownies in their socks. By now, we thought we had it in the bag. Graduation was a memorable occasion for us all. We had already received our boarding passes and were all staring at the blue light which told us to buckle our seat belts. We had made it this far and despite the airpockets we hit along the way, our checkpoint was Everett High. Sophomore year we realized there would be no rainbow until the storm passed. In time, each of us learned that there really was no elevator at the end of each hall, an d a Room 222 did not exist. We learned from all our bumps and bruises, after walking into walls on the first and second floors, to roll with the punches. Our President was Donny Labella and Vice-President Cheryl Staskawicz. Class together¬ ness became stronger as we found ourselves at the bottom of the hill after being king of it at the Parlin. We were too strong to let ourselves be put down. Given time, we knew that we ' d make it to the top again. Junior year brought us a few miles closer to our goal. By this time, we knew that we were going to make it, although the remaining journey would still be rough. The president and vice president were Dennis DeCicco and Steve Marcella. Gradually, we felt ourselves getting stronger and stronger. We were making headway in sports, band and pub¬ lic speaking. Now we were all pretty well set in our ways. The fasten seat belt sign went off and now we could walk around. In September of 1975, the Flight was moving exactly on course. We were now out of the storm and approaching the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Destination was Graduation. Nothing, but nothing, could stop us now. Once again, Dennis DiCicco was elected as president while Tom Fiorentino became vice president. We were proud of our class representation and knew that senior year would be the most successful one of all. Class spirit soared to an unbelieveable peak as the football team rolled through the season and won the Greater Boston League title. It was if the team was representing us. They had come back from a disappointing season to rise to the top the next season. In junior year although it certainly was not disappointing, we were still hiding our capabilities. Then senior year came, we, like the football team, rose to the occasion, and the pot of goal was now within our grasp. As we neared our destination many of us have mentally mapped out our future, each to go our separate ways. We have experienced many memorable, joyous occasions and look forward to what our future will bring to us. Who can forget our junior and senior proms, the high school dances, our Christmas party, the successes brought about in sports, etc. Never again will smokers have to sneak outside, go into the boys ' or girls ' rooms to grab a quick puff. There are innumerable memories which we all share. In all, we have learned to take the bitter with the sweet and that life is not all happiness without its share of sorrows. We were greatly saddened by the untimely deaths of two young teachers, Ray Brickley and Tony Sarno, whose lives touches us briefly, but made deep and lasting impressions. The journey is now over. We have collected our luggage and are now at the gate which will open up brighter days for us all. 13

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MIKE SCARPA Cl, AND DENNIS DI CICCO STUDENT REPRESENTATIVES ON THE REVIEW BOARD SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS NANCY DATTOLI, Secretary, DONNA D ANDREA, Treasurer, TOM FIORENTINO, Vice-President DENNIS DI CICCO, PRESIDENT 12

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JOANNE ABBATINOZZI 67 Morris Street And we all know its better that yesterday has passed. So let ' s start living for the one that ' s going to last. STEVE ALMON 206 Linden Street Sometimes I feel like the turtle in the race against the hare, but as I recall, the turtle won the race. Cat Stevens Yearbook Staff Class Day Usherette Cheerleader 3,4 iri 1 o ' I ' tin il MARY ANN AIELLO mea 128 Union Street Slowly I feel myself turning gray and I myself am one massive sound¬ less scream. Above all others nothing in me shall ever forget. ROCCO ALBANO Rocky 6 Hawthorne Street There is sufficiency in the world for man ' s need but not for man ' s greed. ADELE A. AU Mohammed 25 Rock Valley Avenue Save tomorrow for to¬ morrow . Think about today in¬ stead . Yearbook Staff F.T.A. 2,3,4 Tennis 3,4 Metric Program 4 JANET ANDRULLI 47 McKinney Street We come into the world alone, we go away the same. We ' re meant to spend the interlude be¬ tween in closeness, or so we tell ourselves. JILL