Longmeadow High School - Masacksic Yearbook (Longmeadow, MA)

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We enter at fourteen and immediately sense a change. Middle school, with all its chewing gum laws, one-way corridors, and four foot sixth-graders, is behind us at last. On we go to a world of elective courses, parking lots, towering upperclassmen, and passing-time chaos. Endless new experiences await us — once we can find our way around. We are high school freshmen. As is often the case with new thrills, they wear off quickly. It takes surprisingly little time for this huge, unknown environment to become totally familiar. It really is not so hard to find room 243, and maybe chewing gum is not the ultimate freedom. During our four years of high school, the LHS environment grows to include friends, sports, studying, artwork, clubs, competition, and testing. We begin to find areas where we can excel, and where we fall behind. We may be discouraged by competition or discover new potential. Junior year, so we hear, is the hardest. We may think that we worked hard as sophomores, but just wait! Along with all those courses put off from ninth and tenth grade, comes a series of all-important, Saturday morning tests. It starts with the PSAT ' s in the fall, and from there the list goes on and on. Oh, to be a senior! They have it made. Senior year. By now, for the old time native Longmeadow High Schooler, the building is like our fall-winter- spring home away from home. We know every graffiti mark on those old walls, and we have been through a large percentage of the faculty. We have swamped our poor guidance counselors with enough problems, schedule changes, and last-minute college applications to make ourselves remembered, and it is time once again to march on. We become more and more distracted as the year progresses, and by March, senioritis has set in for good. Thank you, Longmeadow High School. Thank you for letting us grow as adolescents within your walls, and for releasing us as hopeful young adults into the outside world.