Fitchburg High School - Boulder Yearbook (Fitchburg, MA)

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6 Student Life

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STUDENT LIFE I get hyped-up! They're alot of fun, and I think they get the football players psyched up! Sue Awad A hands on experience! Lisa Guertin It was great to be in the sack race with Ms. Manzello! Mike Brassard It was great that the whole class could be together having so much fun. I was glad to be a part of it! Laura Syriopoulos The rallies have to be longer. How do they expect us to get rowdie in 45 minutes! Mary-Ellen O'Connell student Life 5

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A GOOD TIME! The Class of 1987 was the first class to win the Freshman-Sophomore relay and if looked as if we were going to be the first class to not paint the Rock. It's not that we hadn't tried. We had collected the money and bought the paint, but every time we had planned to paint it, it rained. Finally, we got our act together (and so did the weather) and on Sunday, September 7th, the Class of 1987 made the long trek to the summit and began the strenuous task of painting the rock. And what fun we had! However, I think more paint ended up on the painters than on the Rock. We even showed some organization; Jimmy Clapham and Rob Baldassarre had already taped the outline of the '87. So, armed with rollers, paint cans, and brushes, we went to work. Some ventured halfway down, holding on to the rope, although Danny Keohan preferred not to, even though he fell down the Rock about four times, and the less adventurous stayed safe by watching from the top. More than a few people had their hearts skip a beat; we soon found out that wet paint is quite slippery and that it's a long way down from the top of the Rock. Joey Latimer tried his hand at surfing on the slippery surface, accidentally of course. He was really trying to save Paula Hanney. Finally, at about six o'clock, it looked as if we were finished. Picasso couldn't have done a finer job. The '87 stood out bright and clear on the Rock for all of Fitchburg to see. Many classes who have painted the Rock before claim that the experience brings the class together. Ours was no exception. Some of us will remember the friendships that were strengthened, some will remember the paint in our hair that didn't come out for weeks after or the exact place that we painted, but undoubtedly we'll all remember as the good time it was, the first of the many that our class, the Class of 1987, was to share. I Jane Baho, Kris Ehngi, and Laura Syriopoulos casually walk down Shattuck Street after painting the rock, i Donna Courroyer, Chris Nogueria, and Amy Bergeron display the only spot without paint to Randy LeBlanc.