Lake Central High School - Quiver Yearbook (St. John, IN)

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Burning the midnight oil W atching the late show and partying all night are both excuses for staying up late on school nights. But the most common excuse is doing homework. With term papers and last minute homeowrk due, many students stay up until 3:00 A M. studying. College is important especially to seniors. The people who stay up doing homework get used to three to four hours of sleep. Even with this short amount of sleep, most college-bound students manage to keep up their grades. Depending on the teacher, term pa¬ pers account for approximately one- seventh of the six weeks grade. This could make a difference between an A and a B. Senior Ray Makiejus states, “My grades are important to me. Staying up all night and studying and losing sleep doesn ' t bother me if my grades are good.” Late night hours are involved in finishing the term paper. Tania Eaton, freshman, stays up burning the midnight oil to make her soon approaching deadline.

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Studying outside in the warm spring weather is sometimes common for many students. Co - salutatorian, Tim Doolin wraps up another lunch hour by finishing his physics homework. Most people spend their lunch hours inside talking to friends or outside walking around but valedictorian Alexandra Koultourides spends her studying or doing her homework. Writing the term paper is not only hand in¬ volved in the finished product. Typing is also a bother as shown by sophomore Travis Ray. 18

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Senior class president. Laura Figler awards Gary Manes as being the preppiest senior guy. Proving he is worthy of the aw ard he shows off his alligator socks. Last time to dance with that special friend is why the dancing floor was never empty. Oeedee Mastey and Paul Beggs share in a slow num¬ ber to highlight the evening Circles were made to give the exceptional dancers an opportunity to show what they can do. Dave Sarros has some fancy footwork to display to the crowd. 20 Seniors celebrate the ending