George Rogers Clark High School - Powder Horn Yearbook (Whiting, IN)

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On the way to my locker i associate myself with several individuals. Many are my friends and teachers, others are just acquaintances, and still others are unknown. I arrive at locker 356 and as i am struggling with my lock i overhear a voice exclaim, “Every living and nonliving thing is classified by a number!” While i am dialing 17L-21R-17L i wonder why i am told i am unique, if the only way they can tell me apart from the mass is by a number. As i casually drift into a spontaneous conversation i realize that a group of my classmates are b.s.-ing their way through the controversial subject, the drug problem. I discover whether one considers it a problem or not . . . whether one considers it wrong or right . . . it ' s just a matter of opinion! One fellow, Jay McPipe, anticipates the legalization of marijuana. I question myself and ask if it is considered a drug?—OPINION! People label him as a freak. It doesn’t matter that he is an honor student. I wonder what would be said now if the administration caught wind of his situation? Does it have any bearing on the matter or is it just a usual case of poor judgment? Another person in the conversation, a girl, believes cigarette smoking and liquor can be paralleled to the use of drugs. I conclude that she is classified by others as a ‘straight’ person. I am no longer interested in the conversation specifically because i don ' t want a ninth hour so i proceed to my class. The minutes seem to pass by slowly. The class hours seem never to end. On the way to my sixth period class i am pulled into another conversation. Sally Clark, a proposed ‘rah’ exclaims that she enjoys her last class while someone else contemplates the thought of her being a plastic and overly spirited person. Still a ’freshman’ is confronted by a labeled ’sophomore’ who is questioned by a classified ‘junior’, who was bothered by a ‘senior’! Farther down the hall a ' jock ' is bragging of a winning point and even farther a ' brownie ' is rapping with a teacher. Standing in the hall, taking all this in, i realize the position of people as opinions and stories take form. I wonder why radicals, conservatives, brains, and adults each voice their own individual opinions, and seemingly ignore their neighbors. After all, aren’t we all equal? I now realize . . . There Are Four Sides To Every Story!