Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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SENIORS School Pride

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This really doesn ' t look like the right place. Come on. I ' m sure 103 ' s around here somewhere. But that ' s 317. I really think this isn ' t the right pioce. Oh God! Was that the lost bell? Hey, maybe it ' s down this hall! No, those ore all the 200 ' s. There ' s a teacher or somebody. Ask him . . . Um-um-Excuse me. Where ' s room 103? It seems like o long time ago that we wandered into Ipswich High for the first time, timid freshmen, looking in oil the wrong wings for our homerooms. We eventually found them, with the patient guidance of Mr. McKenzie, it didn ' t take long for us to adjust to the High School. Within a week we learned how to re- move shelves from empty lockers and transfer them to our own. It took even less time to realize that Mr. Lookso ' s name isn ' t pronounced Loosko , and that Mrs. Fournier never gives partial credit. Soon, some of us even grew con- fident enough to coll Mrs. Howes, Andi , and Mrs. Popogiotos, Kiki . These basic adjustments mastered, we settled down into the routine. Three years later we entered our Senior year and ironically, re-inhabited our old freshmen homerooms. As seniors, most of us didn ' t even have to ask Mr. McKenzie how to find them. Who could believe it? The class of ' 84 was finally the senior class. Wiser and more mature, we plunged into the year with great enthusi- asm, tackling the acedemic, athletic, and social aspects of school with pride. When things threatened to get dull, the freshmens ' antics always provided amusement and diversion. We were never that immature, were we? Senior year had a more serious side too. We all either sweated over college ap- plications, or waited somewhat appre- hensively to enter the job market. Soon we ' d be at the bottom again, timid freshmen on a college campus, or timid employees, trying to please our bosses. However, most of our fears were over- came by the anticipation of the freedom ahead, if our determination in High School is any indication of our perfor- mance in the future, the class of ' 84 will certainly continue to overcome barriers and attain great satisfaction and suc- cess. Heather Kauffman

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ThE CLASS OF 1984 How strange to think How many friends were iost somewhere behind Where are they now How i miss those companions Who waiked the canyons of the night By my side Where are they now Like so many crazy dancers We live only for the answers in a song But that was long ago Where are they now Where Are They Now John Bettis h Memory Of In the years we have spent together as a class, we all have made countless friends. Unfortunately, we have also lost three very special ones whom we will miss dearly. Because of this loss we have all felt, the Senior Section of the 1984 Yearbook is dedicated to the memory of .. . Scott LaRocheBe Jonathan Norris Patrick Rosano 8