Melrose High School - Log Yearbook (Melrose, MA)

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ADVANCED AGONY Into every student’s life must fall a twenty page term paper. This term paper inevitably must be footnoted - who ever said that life was easy? - and meticulously typed. (Hey Ma!) There are two basic types of term paper writers. The first, the conscientious student, uses all the time allotted to him and works diligently. This individual can be found buried beneath a mountain of 3x5 cards and a truckload of library books. These scholars craft their term papers carefully, pass them in before the deadline, and incite general nausea and insecurity among the rest of the class. The second species of writer is the Sunday shut-in. This student locks himself in a room on Sunday - the paper is due on Monday. Armed only with a typewriter, a desk lamp, and one or two insignificant books, he writes his paper as he goes along, frequently using his imagination to fill in the gaps between the facts. Hours later, the disheveled, bleary-eyed shut-in emerges from the room, term paper in ink-smeared hand. Once again, he has managed to carouse six parties, check out a friend’s new car, catch “Saturday Night Live,” play coed touch football at the Common, and still produce that wonderful term paper. Unfortunately, his grades tend to reflect the amount of time he takes to prepare his assignments. When the manuscripts are returned, this student can be found hunched in a corner of the classroom, scowling at the teacher. There is a little bit of both these characters in each of us. We all tend to work earnestly on those subjects which we like and procrastinate on those others which are not as inspiring. So. next time you agonize over a term paper, remember, you are not alone. H

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RUSH HOUR BLUES Bill Akerley Mike D’Agostino and Rick Della Pasqua BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! . . . (finally . . . thought English’d never end. French next). OUT THE DOOR - CLEAR SAILING TO THE STAIRS “Hey Tony, how ya doin’?” DOWN THE STAIRS. (Where’s my math book?!!) BACK UP THE STAIRS. (Here it is!) DOWN THE STAIRS. ACROSS THE - “Excuse me” BUMP! - “Sorry” HALL. “Hi” BY THE COMPUTER - (Why do they always have to talk in the middle of the aisle?) - ROOM. “Hello Diane.” THROUGH THE - “Hey Steve, what did you do in gym?” DOOR. DOWN THE HALL. STOP. WAIT . . .WAIT (Why don’t you leave some for the fish?!) . . . . . . WAIT . . . “FINALLY” . . . SLURP, GULP, SLURP, DRINK . . . “AHHH!” . . . THROUGH THE DOORS “Bonjour!” STOP, “excusez moi . . . excuse me . . . (Clear the throat), EXCUSE ME . . . THANK YOU” . . . (35-17-11 . . . 35-17-11 “come on” . . . 35-17-11) CLICK! (let’s see, eng . . . fre . . . math . . . phys . . .) BEEEEEEP! SHUT! SHUT! . . . DOWN THE - SHUT! (Hey! Hey! Got her again!) - HALL . . . “Let’s go, open the other door. “ACROSS THE - “Excuse me” BUMP - “Sorry” CORRIDOR. (Watch out) THROUGH THE DOOR. “GEEZ! It’s freezing!!” PUFF, PUFF, PUFF . . . STOMP! (getting late) BACK INSIDE. DOWN THE - “Hi Joanne” HALL. UP THE STAIRS RUN. . .“Jim”. . . AROUND THE CORNER . . . (plenty of time) . . . BEEEEEEEEP! “SHOOT! LATE AGAIN!!”

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ONLY YESTERDAY It is amazing how quickly time can pass. You don ' t realize its passage until it’s too late. Our three years at Melrose High School have come to a close. It’s hard to believe we’re seniors, ready to graduate and venture into the world. It ms like only yesterday . . . Sophomore orientation in a hot cafe. The school seemed so large and we felt so small. Yet we managed and gradually came to find our way around the school — not without asking a few questions. “No, there is no room 405, kid! “Yes, the cafetorium is on the second floor!” We recovered by the end of our sophomore year; most of us had things straight. Now we could take a look at where we’d be spending the next two years. “Seniors have so much fun. I wish I got out on early release. Ha ha ha, underclassmen!” Junior year was hardest of all. “Do we have to take all these tests?” PSAT’s, SAT’s; it seemed like a conspiracy! College? Who thought about it then? Suddenly, it was goodbye class of 78 and we were the seniors. It’s over just like that. You sit there and think, “Where did the time go? What did I do?” We have learned from each other and have grown. We have come into our own. So long, Melrose High, it’s been an experience well worth having. See you in September? Sorry guys, not this time!