Hersey High School - Endeavor Yearbook (Arlington Heights, IL)

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The day I was born the snow was melting off the roof of the red brick house on the corner. The snow formed small drops of water that gathered along the edge of the gutter and prepared to jump off and fall the dangerous fifteen feet to the ground. It just so happened that on that day the air was so cold that the water drops froze before they could drip from the roof making me what I am today. The water came hard and fast, and by five o'clock I was complete. I was long and fat and hung down a good three feet from the highest point of the roof on the red brick house. Ihad no ears,' I could only feel the others around me by the vibrations going through the gutter. I had no real eyes either, but I was so smooth and clear that everything around me was reflected in myself and that was how I could see. My birth was complete. I was the largest icicle suspended from the roof of the house on the corner andl was proud. Icould look to the left and the right and see all my friends reflected in me. Some were larger than others, but none were larger than I. We all hung there lazily, with nothing to do except look arolund us and worry about small children and sun- ig t. Small children delighted in throwing snowballs at us and watching us fall and splinter in a million tiny pieces when we hit the cement below. Though I, being the largest, was their prize target, none of the children could aim well enough and hit hard enough to break me off my feet, which were stuck to the gutter. As for sunlight, well, we all knew what a sunny day would bring. Our days fell into a routine that lasted all through the cold snap. At sunrise the man that lived in the red house would climb into his car and drive away. He would not be back until sundown. As he walked out of the house in the morning we would all try to reflect him so we could see if his breath came out in puffs of smoke. If it did, we would be safe for that day. It would be cold enough for us. Later a small child lthe kind who threw snowballs at us! would leave the house also. When he returned he would try to hit me with a tightly packed snowball. The closest he ever came was to nick the end off an icicle five down from me on the slanty roof During the night we would try to make up for the loss of water we had experienced during the day. The afternoons were the worst, when the sun shone down on us, causing our outer layers of ice to run down our tips and drip off on the cement. When night came, we all urged the drops of water to freeze on us, to make us fat and smooth again. And so the days passed, each the same as the one before, until one came upon us that was different from all the others. The first thing that we noticed was that the man's breath did not come out in puffs ofsmoke. We tried to console each other by saying that we had not looked carefully enough, that we had just missed it. By the time the sun was at the top of the sky it was apparent that we had seen right. Our outer layers of ice turned to water and ran off us,' at first slowly, and then faster. My steadfast foot has water buildup un- derneath it and I could feel it getting weaker. The rays of the sun burned their way into me. That dreadful, hateful sun. I tried to gand onto the gutter the best I could but it was to no avail. Ifell, a scrawny six inch icicle, and shattered on the cement below. I looked around me only to see a pool of water sur- rounding the melting I. As the sun's rays melted me to nothing I comforted myself with the thought that I had at least died of natural causes. I could have been hit by a snowball. Lisa Young '82

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pw' 1 Q ,M N! iff, !,.W' , am . Wf- OH, THESE TEARS AGAIN Tears again - and the way I feel still in my mind. Time has passed, but I can't as easily forget as I can forgive. I know I still care, but a touch for those words are lost. Sometimes when I look at life A part of me escapes from within - And somehow I know I haven't changed. Istill find the best in everything I see, lknow that is one sight I will never lose! Carolyn Pasterski '82 Laurie Jacobs 83 If I gave you a rainbow with the colors of my heart would you wrap it in a ribbon that would never break apart? If I gave you the shooting stars that I've wished upon time after time Would you keep them forever just because they were mine? If I gave you the sunshine to brighten up your everyday Could I get a guarantee You would always come my way I gave you these things from the bottom of my heart, Do you still respect them, Now that we're apart? Kris May '84 ?