Jackson High School - Reflector Yearbook (Jackson, MI)

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a--V pi Q sm r- ' ' 1 ' A I . .75 2 ' e I - I.ike every other Sunrlny night. r-it f -- ting in front ofa hzilti-vvutvhe-cl. stah- lfgg' gg' 'l'.V. program. freshman Sim-Itc , ' Pratt suffc-rs ow-r ht-r pile- nt homework, while- lwrltime- is just aruunrl tht- rorm-r -'A 49 2 -' H-,.gk,,T,'-1.11. .- . lfsrfvn . , ....f,...f, .. .. 7.5 L, 105135: is-7: Sunda nights are the pits! Sunday nights are really the pits. Here I sit, all hope gone aglimmer, wallowing in despair. Surrounded by paper wads and clutter, I try my Trig one last time, for what reason but fear fear of the consequences if I don't, I guess. Visions of hopeful plans and once-solid intentions have long since vanished, re- placed by the reality of habits triumphant. My can of Pepsi, half-empty and now flat, has lost its cool. And I, empty of hope, am about to lose mine. Why is it always' this way? Why do I always - every last Sunday night bar none - do this to myself? I mean, it always ends up the exact same way: this mad dash Sunday night during T.V. commercials to complete as- signments better done more leisurely, amid mutterings and veiled threats by parents about next week being different and with full knowledge that once again - as usual - any reading assignments will not be fullfilled. It's depressing. Last week I promised myself . . . and the week before that, and the week before . . . that this weekend would be different. Even on Thursday my resolve was high, as I watched another Kotter episode on the tube, and planned to finish that assignment due Monday, on Sat- urday morning. Friday, of course, was game night, and no teacher, but NO teacher, expects ANYBODY to do homework on Friday night! Then Saturday: how could anyone have foretold the great day yesterday was? Just to be outside was super - and great weather and Trig don't mix. Homework is a bummer on nice days. One has to be in the mood for homework. I don't want you to think I wasted Saturday. I didn't. I worked on pumping up my mood all day. I even stacked up the books in the order of intended use so that I'd be organized and business-like . . . on Sunday. Today, I really put my plans into high gear. I took care of everything that might slow me down or distract me: the comics, two magazine sections, the T.V. guide, ffour times, including the crosswordl, a football game, and all the phone calls that had to be returned. - After all of that preparing I could think of only one thing left to dot get ready for school in the morning. I ironed my clothes as slowly as possible, took a nice long bath, and prepared for the upcoming moment, the time to open the books. Not being able to find any more excuses, I reluctantly penetrated the archway to the family room, where those miserable books awaited me. I felt like turning around and forgetting about it, but then came that fear once more, the fear of seeing Ms. Krumm's face when I tell her my composition isn't com- pleted yet. Life is full of decisions and hard times. But none is to be compared to Sunday nights. Sunday nights tNo doubt about itl are the pits. Picture and copy by Sue Harsch Sunday Nights 17

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Is it all worth it? I frequently asked myself this ques- ion during my junior year. Every event of the year eemed tied to this question. After a summer of lazing around, starting again in the all was hard. Homework, tests, yearbook deadlines, foot- uall. Why? Athletics was the inspiration for this question for nany of us. A week of football camp ended the pleasures ff the summer, and left me wondering if all the aches, nains, and bruises were worth it. Each day at camp would start with being roused out of red at 6 in the morning, after which we would run a mile ind a half on the cold, damp field. After this we would practice for the morning in the growing heat, followed by vind sprints. Thirty of them. Forty yards. All-out, all at ull speed. Nothing was hated more than those sprints. kfternoon practice, when the heat really built up, was fven worse. During the little free time we had at camp, everyone vould walk around the dorm in a daze, trying to recover 'rom the previous practice and dreading the upcoming iractice. Ten minutes before each practice everyone vould limp, one at a time, into the equipment room vhere the gauze and bandaids were kept. The chances of inding an unblistered foot in the whole dorm were slim .o none. We experimented with tape and gauze bandages, .rying to find a way to relieve the pain of the blood-red :urns on our foreheads caused by the brand-new hel- nets. Added to this was immense pressure, and the real- l - Filling out the ACT application is a long and tedious task, as senior Ed Bonney finds. Z - Junior Brian Shaughnessy is treated by Dr. Harold Niekamp and nanager Mike Haire as Brian's father looks on after Brian's injury in ,he Lumen Christi game. l- The toll taken by running Cross Country shows on the face of senior Ed Conrad during a meet. 4 - Rookie cheerleader Pam Hayworth watches a J.V. football game as rain pours down. 3 - Suzy Scott, .IHS senior, struggles under pressure to meet her dead- line for the Yearbook. . 3- Kent Hubbard, freshman, Kirk Hubbard. sophomore, and freshman Lisa Dreyer donate their time at a dance. ization that there was no way out except to last through the week. For others the reasons for participating in sports were different: Jeff Lent, '79, said he played hockey Because it's just fun to go out and play. Besides, he added, we got to party after the games. Diver Erin Mazur, also a junior, was on the girls' swim team because swimming and div- ing are more individual sports. I competed alone against others in my own event, she said, and I can have the satisfaction of knowing I won even if the team lost. I asked myself many times whether or not the classes I took were really worth it. Trig demanded much, the homework being very important because if it wasn't done, the only place to fall was behind. This problem with the homework seemed to happen all too often. Much sweat was spent concerning U.S. History, which had the most, hardest, and longest tests I've ever taken. Every night before one of these tests was spent going over enough notes to fill a book, time which would have been more happily spent at a basketball game or out getting a pizza. Every teacher of my classes before histo- ry saw before them not the book of their subject, but the history notes of frantic students trying to remember some fact at the last minute. Is it all worth it? Any person asking this question can really answer it only for himself. But for me it was. It was worth every effort. by Jeff Taylor .x ,x. , . in i 1253 -4 L :BQ r 1' -e eff?-'ff' I---ft Q 'K . ' 1 V . 'X .1 ' 'V f L, I.-1 . st, .r1.,'l-N' i wif, ,sl WWI' Qu Is it all worth it?