John A Coleman Catholic High School - Spirit Yearbook (Hurley, NY)

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CD . FACULTY KICKBALL GAME Yes, the idea seemed a bit crazy and yes, people thought they were a bit crazy too, but more importantly yes, the Senior-Faculty kickbalI game was a success. A success in the true sense of the word. Those participating en- joyed it, even the faculty, who inciden- tally, LOST. The Seniors came out to show just what great spirit they have. The day began with a Mass, followed by coffee and donuts. The Seniors were outside first and anxiously awaited the faculty's arrival. Had they chickened out?!? They soon appeared dressed to play, with their mascot—a pet rock. Their coach, Sr. Alice, who looked quite stunning in her red stocking hat, led warm-ups on the field. The game was soon underway. The fac- ulty had many well-conceived plans, but when the Seniors united, their strat- egy was crushed. The faculty had also planned a halftime show but it was overcome by the roudy rallying Seniors. The final score v as: Seniors—285 Fac- ulty— 284.5 After the game McDonald's was bom- barded for lunch, following v hich, everyone headed for home and victory parties. 90

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DECORATING THE BAKE SALE JUNKIE CHRISTMAS TREE On Sunday December 12th, many members of the Senior class gath- ered at school to decorate our Christ- mas Tree. The day began about noon. Mr. Voerg and most of the guys worked hard to get the tree in it's stand and up straight while the girls untangled and tested the many strings of lights (many of which blew up in their hands). The lights went on first. Once they were on we thought the worst was over. We didn't expect the tub of water that the tree was standing in to crack. Really now, v ould you?? Everything had to come down so wo could get a different tub and mop up the stage. We all formed two lines and braced ourselves so we could catch the tree when it came our way. It was very strange to see a Christmas Tree suspended in mid-aid with near- ly 30 pair of legs protruding from underneath it. Finally the tree was back in it's place. A few branches were broken and some lights had fallen out of place, BUT, it was standing again. The lights were adjusted and v e began to hang our wide variety of deco- rations. We had everything from bells, bottles (Michelob) to cartons (Heineken), along with candy canes, stockings, and tinsel. At last the masterpiece was com- pleted, even though a few of our choice decoration had disappeared. Even the lights worked! Nov it v as time to settle down to something of paramount importance and great nutritional value . . . PIZZA! After dinner v e blessed the Rolling Meadows area with our won- derful voices and musical talent. Our repitoire of carols included Jingle Bells, Silent Night, Joy to the World, We Wish You A Merry Christmas, and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. When v e had finished caroling, we returned to school for a mass followed by coffee and donuts. However, there v as one slight problem, when v e got back to school, only half of the tree would light. Maybe v e should just start ALL over again . . . ? As I look back, I shudder at the insane things I did. Yet I still ask myself the questions, Was that really me? or What strange mystique possessed me to do such things? True, I still gasp at the me that once v as, but now I can hold my head high. I've licked my problem .... I've kicked the habit. I v as a bake sale junkie. Yes, you laugh, but to me it v as a serious problem. I remember how it all started .... Coming to Coleman was very traumatic for me. Here I v as, fresh out of gram- mar school; a green kid starting out. I recall walking down the long corridors, wondering what Mom had packed for lunch. When I'd reach the lunchroom I'd hungrily open the brown paper bag and see what goodies I had gotten for the day. Soon, my excitement turned to boredom and disgust. A bologna sandv ich, carrot sticks and an apple. Yech! As I reluctantly bit into a carrot my eyes v andered around the cafeteria. Suddenly, something caught the corner of my eye. In a small, inconspicuous corner of the cafeteria stood a table lined with cakes, cookies, brownies, and other assorted goodies. Yes, I thought to myself, this v as my answer. I dug into my pocket and found three pennies, a quarter and a dime. I dropped my carrot stick and hurried to the haven for those in the last lunch period. At the table sat two girls, chatting dully about some math test. When they saw me their boredom turned to delight. Support your cheerleaders!! one cute pixie squealed, We have lots of deli- cious things! The choice was hard, but after some scrutiny I chose three chocolate chip -ookies, one cupcake, and half a brov lie (it had broken and was half price). I went back to my ta- ble, and sat down and began to devour the delicate morsels. Little v as I to know that this was only the beginning. Each lunch period I'd look around the cafeteria, hoping thst some worthwhile cause v as having a bake sale. Thank God for cheerleading and Yearbook. Yes, these organizations kept me going through Freshman year. Who v ould think that these two mild-mannered clubs kept my dollar habit satisfied. As I look back, I fondly remember the fun of choosing, and wondering which del- icacy was the best. I couldn't wait till Coleman's clubs ran out of money. When this occured, a bake sale v as soon to come. However, as Sophomore year approached I began to realize my problem. When the first bake sale came up my best friend said something that I was sup- posed to take as a hint. More money for bake sales? she asked, you already owe me five dollars from last year. You're too much! Even my sister said, Another bake sale? Don't you think enough is enough? Finally, I set my- self straight. I vowed that I would never touch one little morsel from the bake sale table again. My friends v ould watch me as I hurriedly passed a bake sale. They smiled and encouraged me greatly as I modestly repeated It was nothing. Soon, I had kicked the habit. Now as my little cluster of friends pass a bake sale I laugh heartily about choc- olate cupcakes, oatmeal cookies, and days gone by. As I think about how silly I v as in the past, my friends get on the lunch line. Yet, sometimes I have to bite my lip and hold my breath as I pass those delectable little goodies....... By Nancy Gagliardi