Litchfield High School - Yearbook (Litchfield, CT)

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Of course, high school offered personal challenges which we had to face by ourselves. Papers for English classes, strange computations from the Cinfinitej realm of mathematics and, most feared of all, history term papers managed to find us no matter where we hid. To take our minds away from these matters, there were other diversions like: chemistry experiments, accounting sets, shorthand tests, and in our spare time, College Boards. Yet, once our suffer- ing was over, it was nice to discover that we had, in fact, learned something! Unless we recall our class activities together, we will not fully remember ourselves as we were. Many of our ventures centered on raising money for the yearbook, but more impor- tantly, GRADUATION. There was one event when money-raising wasn't the goal. Instead, in our freshmen year, our objective was to terrorize Riverside Amusement Park. Unfortunately, the Riverside personnel found out that we were coming and closed down the giant roller- coaster before we got there. However, we did test the durability of their other rides for they tested usb and cleaned out the taco and hamburger stands. Bake sales, having become obsolete, we switched to the new-old standby of grinder sales. This provided a good opportunity to illustrate the mental agility of our class. At one such sale, we used felt-tipped pens to write the name of the grinder's victim on slips of paper. These, we placed between the plastic wrap and the grinder roll . . . So what if the ink blurred and ran and we couldn't read the names, at least we didnlt make the same mistake twice! Other Class of 1979 money-raising escapades included organizing a Coffee House , injur- ing the egos of the other classes by winning the prize for selling the most tickets to Sports Breakfasts, sponsoring the Paul Winter Consort, selling donuts, and arranging a tag sale. One annual event was looked forward to by the whole school - our St. Patrick's Day Smorgas- bord. We are proud to report that we had the fewest cases of food poisoning of any other class before us. Lastly, we cannot forget fbut maybe we shouldj our Junior Class Talent show. Thanks to a few dedicated classmates and teachers, we managed to pull it off. Actually, it didnlt turn out so badly but it certainly was A Close Encounter of the Weird Kind ! At least two people who were with us our senior year will never be the same, poor kids. We hope that the world will treat our AFSers, Sylvie and James, kindly after what they have been through. We wish them the best of luck and hope that they are able to recover their accents . Did you ever stop to think how this yearbook is a physical representation of the end of one stage in our lives and the beginning of another? What we did in high school affects our lives in whatever we do. It is hard to leave for good after being in the habit of coming for so many years. Some of us have been with the same group of classmates since we started school, and some of us joined the class along the way. We were fortunate in the friends we had among underclassmen and overclassmen Cstudents who graduated before usb and among our teach- ers. This, too, makes it difficult to leave. This yearbook can only lightly touch upon all of the experiences that we had together and with our classmates who moved away. While reminiscing, we ought to remember the bad times and learn from them but also recall the good times and laugh. . . THANK YOUAND GOODBYE. 'TTT fa' T5 55 -M ,f ' fzxx iw K C w fg 533' Q53-if f CTT DB- T3 2455?

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WECANTLEAVE WITHOUTSAYING. . . Our Class was the GREATEST EVER. Now, many classes say this of themselves, but few can prove it. We can. . . Proof number one: All the underclassmen have, at one time or another. agreed that we were the best. Example: When we were freshmen we declared that our class would put any class before us to shame, when we were sophomores, we predicted that not only would we be greater than any class before us but also any after us, and by the time we werejuniors, there was no doubt in our minds that we were the best. Conclusion: Any class that has been given such approval by underclassmen had to be terrific. Proof number two: Our class was multi-tal- ented. Being a modest class, we never bragged how we always had fine and conscientious lead- ers who gave generously of their time, both in class and non-class related areas. Also, because of our many excellent scholars, both recognized and unrecognized, our class was quite compe- titive. Furthermore, the number of athletes that our class produced was astonishing - and it was our athletes that led many of the teams to victory. For stubborn people who still doubt that we were the greatest class ever to HIT the high school, here is physical proof: Litchfield High had to be rebuilt for rather, renovated Jjust a year after we arrived. Mentioning the renovation brings to mind the fact that our class was one of the fortunate few to be chosen to test the extremes that a human body can possibly bear. For example, we demonstrated that bulldozers, roaring gun-ho outside a classroom window, have no adverse affects on a student trying to concentrate. ln fact, some students, after several months, loudly voiced the opinion that the din made studying more pleasant. Another stage of this testing period helped us to recognize and distinguish different, yet similar sounds. We learned that beep-beep-beep , commonly thought to be a fire alarm, is, in reality, the safety device of a truck backing up. Indeed, this experiment on our class helped us to become calm and reasona- ble individuals. Some people see this as the effect of shock , but what do they know? After the renovation period had run its course, we embarked on another series of experi- ments, again to test the durability of the human body. As a result of this second era in our high school career, shrill, sudden noises, like the mod bell, have never since startled us. We also became immune to cold. This last statement is in reference to the Refrigerator-Study Experi- ment . After several weeks of standing in shorts and short sleeved shirts in a gymnasium on a winter's morning or sitting in a poorly heated classroom for forty-five minutes at a stretch, we ceased to notice the cold twe were too numbl. One other thing that we learned at this time was: always carry a watch . . . never, never trust a school clock. tSomebody was always trying to make us believe that it was 5 o'clock or some other crazy hour when we had just begun our first classl. Nonetheless, whatever Litchfield High School had or did not have as a facility, it did not lack in the quality of its teachers. We can be proud to remember that not only did we have excellent educators but also teachers who were friendly and concerned with the individual stu- dent - many became personal friends. '. .-' -We -SX ' X of ' fs -Q fr :X ' W ee? F l E... gre .ee w at

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