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

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Lots Bo. . . Friends Even though Darrell Gill (92), Gerard Kimble (90), Glenn Watts (91) and Mike Wright (89) appear impervious to the traditional “say cheese,” they do make a strong statement. Friends are not always the same stripe, nor necessarily going in the same direction, but they’re usually close- witness Katie Lanigan (89) and Holly Neal (89). Karen White (92), Jen Lewis (92) and Justine Delori (92) have just j eaten the cafe’s most popular snack, french fries. One of LS’s new liberties is being able to buy food at almost any time during the day. ; Junior year can be one of the most stressful years of high school, but for Tina Kao (90), Ginger King (90) and Matt Fonte (90) good friend- ships really take the edge off the pressure. 16 Friends

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wane nme Vikwon Dane Be eces coast os] Respect doesn’t mean distance in teacher-student rela- tionships at LS. Jim McClure (89) and Eric Hewitt (89) demonstrate the possibility for close relationships in class with Joanna Cohen. In Bio this bag of bones is used to demonstrate joints and working relationships of bones, muscles, and ten- dons. Connie Patton—a fine fiddler and Girl Scout cookie source—has a long standing working relation- ship of another kind! Ian Bensman (92) tackles his combination for the first of many tries. Mrs. Bowdoin, veteran and profession- al, perpetuates an LS standard: let the student feel supported, but figure it out for him herself. Success at LS often depends on a willingness to ask when you don’t know. Damon Karys (92) takes an important first step with Seth Weiss; the solution will be possible with the pieces of the puzzle clear. Debbie Grace, in an uncharacteristic moment, seems caught off guard. During Frosh Orientation she was one of the legion of faculty who began the year helping new students pathfind in the labyrinth of LS. 15 Our Mentors

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FRIENDSHIP A wondrous thing, friend- ship. Part of being a good friend means tolerating the little incongruences in people — for example, not mention- ing that odd package of not - quite - organic cigarettes perched on your best friend's dresser. You're dying of curi- osity, you say? Never fear, one merely calls another friend, who talks to another friend during homeroom, who coaxes yet another friend into breaking into the first friend’s house. This brave soul surreptitiously snatches infamous cigarettes, hence al- lowing the four of you to gather, ponder, and discuss the matter - - - dramatically, of course, and in a well popu- lated area. (An airport does nicely.) Perhaps this is a bit dubi- -Chloe ous, but there is no doubt about the value of a friend. Who else listens ever - so - patiently to how furious you are at Jenny ninety-three con- secutive times? And only a friend would be so kind as to not point out that each time you've told your tale, Jenny becomes more and more of a wench. A true companion will support you wholeheartedly when you are madly and pas- sionately lusting after Mark. Conversely, when next week rolls around, and, presto, Mark transforms into the biggest weanie the world’s ever seen, the friend will nod wisely and - if she’s any kind of moral person - pick him apart, flaw by flaw. One may call a friend at 2 AM on Saturday and not be greeted by a peevish voice on the other end saying, nasally, “Doesn't your family sleep?!” A friend will lend you any- thing and everything, be it scarlet snakeskin boots, a ham sandwich, her cousin Pete. (NOTE: Should Pete pop up at your door, clad in mauve spandex and announce he has ingrown chest hairs and an inferiority complex, but hopes you like him any- way, you are entitled to at a more appropriate time give the friend a healthy kick in the shins until she apologizes profusely.) A friend will ac- cept your little peculiarities with a nonchalant, “whatever - toots - your - horn - sweetie” attitude. In fact, friends bring out our true selves, and accept us, imperfect as we are. That’s why, when we're sick in bed with acute German Measles, wearing red flannel Winnie - the - Pooh pajamas, and not having washed our hair in a week, it’s always comforting to have a friend sit on the bed, holding our hand, feeding us chocolate cupcakes. LA Friends