Lexington High School - Lexington Yearbook (Lexington, MA)

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Mr. Adzigian and Mr. Thurlow shut themselves away from the nervous babble of the corridors, with coffee, cribbage, and relaxed conversation. They've been through it all before ‘and will live it again, four times a year, not counting National Merit tests, for years and years. They sympathize, with restraint. People mill in the halls, comparing notes on the blizzard outside, carefully avoiding test-centered conversations or predictions. Doors marked “writing sample only: Maher, M. through Potter, M.” The proctors read through a test, chuckling: “That ought to stump them!” A stumped victim enviously watches a strange intellectual writing furiously; fingers cramped and sweating, the intellectual beats the clock; the victim still stares. . . Two or three hours later, dazed and incredulous, people wander into the hall murmuring apologies to themselves, making mental corrections. Home now to forget, until the - scores return. college boards: ‘that ll 11

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4 pe x iS sy ot one a I i t aay, the new breed Never before in the history of LHS has a game of eighth grade tag interrupted a senior touch football session. Isolated in their own unit, the eighth graders should be harmless enough. But how much of a wallop is packed by a four foot tall eighth grader moving down the hall at 276 MPH with a three pound load of books? How good are the chances of survival for an unsuspecting six foot senior m oving down the hall at the N.W.R. (normal walking rate) directly in the path of the eighth grader? Who but an eighth grader by sheer tone of voice can make a seventeen-year old wither? (“What are you doing in our lav?”’) Pity the poor upperclassmen. Waiting all those years to become the big men on campus; victimized by Lilliputians. 12