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

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OURGELE i! a One of the most overwhelming things for the majority of the frosh when they arrive here is the vast number of things to do outside of class. No, I’m not talking about making out behind the stairs of the history wing or sneaking off campus in the trunk of some upperclassman’s car, although quite a few freshmen do these things. I’m talking about extracurricular activities. (‘Those ARE extracurricular activities”, | hear some of you saying. Yes, they are, but they aren't school-sponsored, so technically they don’t count, okay?) Just about everybody gets involved in at least one activity; you get so much out ofthem. You get agroup photo taken, which you'll see on the following pages. You can brag about your activity if there’s absolutely nothing else to talk about. You get to mention your involvement on your college transcript (that’s a biggy for the seniors). Some of the more zealous students may even show up for the afternoon meetings onceina while. And along the way, you may even learn a thing or two. All those who participated, we salute you. You'll find yourselves in here, provided you make the scheduled photo session. We have, among others, those who tread the boards under the bright lights (drama), those who want to change the school (junior and senior steering committees), tose who have dedicated themselves to the fine arts (the Fountain) of to fine music (lots 0’ people). In sort, those who move mountains — though, unfortunately, the mounain- moving committee’s photo isn’t in here; they were all out with bad backs on the of the shoot... -Robert Isaacson Hey di Hi

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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

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| remember all those thousands of hours that | spent in high school watching the clock, waiting for frees or lunch or to go home. Waiting: for anything but school. My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me. The Memoirs of Jesse James (adapred from the poem by Richard Braurigan) Moments MDa ee og ABE ES James Zanzot (90) recaptures moments stolen from him by his teachers, coaches and sponsors. Deadline pressure momentarily (but only momentarily) collapses perfec- tionist and rising DYAD star Amy Pettit (91). Imagery on his mind, Matt Lovering (90) translates reality from one medi- um to another. A Beantown moment. 19 Activities