Kamehameha High School - Ka Nai Aupuni Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

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.one for boys and one for girls Right and below: So much is different but noth ing's really changed, say the lyrics of the '85 hi You Were Born in the City. The same, we thin is true of the Kamehameha scene, Yes, clothe books, and good posture are less eviden t, but mos long-time observers, those who have kept a tinge on the heartbeat of the school, will tell you that th Kamehameha heart does indeed still beat true,

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t the halfway house, fresh- men began to congregate. It be- comes a staging ground to invade forbidden territory. Girls' School. At the top of the hill. Mentally fortified by our numbers, we continue the long trek into the realm of girls. Most of had come up through Prep, so it wasn't as if we would be uncomfortable. But to be so overwhelmed by a whole campus of strange creatures. How to handle this situation? We were the first, so there was no book to follow. Here was a classic case of fear of the unknown! Up the sloping ramp we trudged. The Boys' School and our fellow males dropped farther and farther below us. Ahead, the auditorium stairs were cliffs to be scaled. Too soon, we were there. Konia Field. Girl territory. Hello? Look at that! How could there be so many girls in one place at one time? Eh, look the boys. Where? Over there. Hiding by the auditorium. Oh, yeah. They cute, yeah? Nah, they look like freshmen. What they doing up heah? Those dummies must be lost. Not. I heard the freshmen have coed classes. They experi- menting 'cause they like make the whole school co'ed. Bitchin, man! While a bunch of us had our first three coed classes at the Girls' School, a group of girls met at Paki. I still remem- ber those three morning classes: Period 1, Honors English, Smith 201. Delaney, the piano lady. I learned about Penelope, allegory, what cretin means, and I saw Romeo and Juliet for the first and last time. Period 2. Honors World History, Konia 110, Miss Johnston, bless her soul. One day she asked me to read about VietNam. I couldn't pronounce the names. I had no interest in the political strife occuring there. Little did I know that in six years I would be a guest in Vietnam, sent by Uncle Sam to help end the strife. Period 3. Algebra, down the hall from Iohnston's class, Capt. Hol- brook, I wished then that he had stayed in the Navy. I learned that math was a plague on me. Another thing I remember from class was an awful embarrassment. One day the soft morning light filtered in and created an angelic portrait of a female class- mate. We barely knew each other, and I had no crush on her. But, for one fleeting moment, I was awestruck by that perfect picture in front of me, and I started daydreaming. Suddenly I realized that she was looking straight at me, and that I had been staring at her for who knows how long. She smiled and I died. Period 3 was followed by a dash all the way to P.E. No buses in those days. And no excuses for excessive tardiness. Life was tough indeed for guinea pigs . . . -Russell Makanani 51