La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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Stifling top. clockwise: You spend a k l of lime daydreaming, when you should be inside the library working on your history report. You and Slker fans watch Mike Drayton hoist the “Beat Gty sign the night La Porte romps over its arch rival, the Red Devils of Michigan Gty. You and twenty five others are worrying about passive verbs in Miss Eggleston's class. t

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Your life has quiet, studious moments You — another side of you — was revealed within the walls of laPorte High School. The quiet, serious, intent you contrasted vividly with the free, gay spirit of another time and place; vet. this person was ««ally you — the academic you. ()bs ure « orners in study halls and open doors of classrooms exposed you ra mg against the lex k in order to finish one last math problem or read another page before a shrill bell disturb'd your concentration. Intense glazes fell upon pilc s of paper as six weeks tests and linals brought out your stuciious side, fven the most vicarious student felt the pressure of long, lonely hours spent studying for the last final of 72 — yes, even you.

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Has anyone ever told you that you're important? You — the one and only you. Think about this year, your year at LaPorte High School. Sure, there were difficult races against the arch-foe; Time. It stood between you and the last word of that term paper. If you had had more of it, you could have run another touchdown; if you had used less, you could have out-touched that other backstroker. The eternal imbalance; too much to do, loo little time to do it in — and vice versa. Some of that time is mercifully gone, like when you said yeah to Mr. Linnemann, like when you dropped your notebook and a semester's worth of paper fell from Senior Rail. You faced all of the crises of the todays and tomorrows of sophomore, junior or senior year. But all was not lost. Hey! Football season! You Slicers beat Number One Elkhart. Then: City: 7; LaPorte: 24! Hey! We got the bell ... That Christmas assembly with the Bare Facts was unbelievable! Hey! You passed chemistry, thank Cod (and Mr. Fisher). And you joined clubs; you laughed and cried at the first musical LPHS has done in five years; you were out all night for the prom. You were happy and sad; you fell in love and out and back in again. You studied and you didn't study. Your hair got longer, and your diet never worked as well as it might have. You lived with 602 F Street as the center of all your activities — out of desire or Mr. Hannah's pressure, you were there. If you hadn't been, the 1971-1972 school year couldn't have been the same. You made it, and it was good. Thank you.