Lincoln Sudbury High School - Dyad Yearbook (Sudbury, MA)

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Cracks, Crviews, Aud Kids To Fiad | Where Do You Go? Anna Balogh When you have a free what’s your first thought? Zooming by Ernie is the first choice of many. Or that Physics test... but your brain is addled by too much caffeine, and too little sleep, so you scur- ry to the library to panic some more over what you don’t know? Going to the caf to sit and talk with friends (or to be em- barrassed by your friends) can also be amusing. Some folks find standing out- side their next class for fifteen minutes kind of fun, too. Lying on the rug at Four Corners certainly seems to be the most comfortable (unless you're stepped on). Or sitting and having an up close and personal moment with your hallmaster Ne can certainly have its “perks”. Or, are ; , you one of those people who sits i 1 front i of the old locker trying to look — studious but gets nothing done except becoming an easy target. | When the weather is nice, students flock outdoors to soak up the sunshine and relax. Do you go where the crowds go? Do you go someplace to be alone or to be alone with your friends? Or, when you have a free do you go home? (Only if you have UPPERCLASS MAX-ED privileges that is.) ALAN TERT MASONEINC Methen A Where Do You Go?

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Work Chloe Work- such a trite topic. ‘Write about anything,” I was told. “Write about homework, yardwork, artwork . . . anything!” Sigh. Well, I suppose this is work. Not as unsavory as trans- forming Play-doh into a decent mitochondrion, but work nonetheless. It is worth mentioning that while most everyone loathes work, we are all possessed, perhaps by that ubiquitous demon of diligence, to rise at dawn, with all the forest crea- tures, on a Sunday morning and type that paper on the psy- chology of the vassal-sovereign relationship in the Middle Ages. This same demon drives us to spend an average of three hours each day constructing an elaborate ‘do requiring two cans of extra-strength hairspray and 59 bobby pins. Converse- ly, this little demon plays many a nasty trick upon us. The one day we decide to skip the algebra homework and copy Nor- een’s instead will be the one day (since first grade) that Noreen is home in bed with a strained thyroid gland and inflamed arches. (This is called the Academic Probability Postulate. It’s corollary states that the 90-page science report will, at some time on the day it is due, come in contact with a large glass of cranberry juice. The quality of the paper determines the amount of juice spilled upon it, as well as the teacher’s mercy.) There are, of course, the positive aspects of work. Artwork, for example, especially Matisse and Picasso. Teamwork is a well-emphasized, pleasant deal. Where would the Pilgrims have been without teamwork? Probably somewhere in the outskirts of Iran. Picture the ominous contras hijacking the Mayflower, then picture Plymouth Rock erected in Khaddaf- fi’s back yard. Granted it would’ve done wonders for the tur- key population, but all in all, not a happy thought. We also have yardwork, a parental favorite, and dentalwork, a parental horror. And those nocturnal beings who truly relish the murmur of a merry typewriter and take notes with genuine ecstasy are dubbed workaholics. Curiously, their idealistic vi- sions are often chastised by mousy companions perpetually whining, “But it won’t wooorrkk . At L-S, everyone and everything roe Except my locker. (It remains obstinately shut, and no amount of coaxing persuades it to release my possessions.) The faculty works, the phones work (unless you use pennies, don’t ask me why), the freshmen work at fabricating original, not-previously-used-by-upper- classmen, excuses to avoid cuts, the no-smoking rule may or may not work, ... and for some incomprehensible reason the administration works hard at contriving cute and clever names for each part of the school. I’m sure in the cafe they work to make that red drink the same shade of crimson every day. (It has no distinct flavor, maybe flouride or cough syrup. Ugh.) I suppose more things at L-S work than don’t, but please, refrain from telling me the heaters work. (They don’t.) In mid-Novem- ber, one tends to take note of such deficiences. At any rate, work must go on, as must life. . . so we're all left to ponder: Will our work eventually influence society in a major way, or would we be better off staying in bed with Teddy watching the Munsters? 103 Types Of Work

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The computer center is a good resource for all kinds of There is always someone there willing to help you suc enthusiast, Tareef Kawaf (90). Hangouts don’t necessarily define the individual; Saskia Grinbe (91) defies assumptions and seeks corner peace outside the corridor. The Career Center becomes a necessity for all juniors and seniors looking for the perfect college. The search continues for James Scott (89) as he pursues his career choices. Lying on the carpeting or sitting on the trash can at Four Corners are methods of relaxation. Michael Rogers (89), Sandy Auerbach (89) and Paula Marrone (90) spend some free time shooting the breeze.