Melrose High School - Log Yearbook (Melrose, MA)

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It’s the end of your senior year. No more excuses, this is it. For the first time, you are truly allowed to do what you want. No one is there to nag you to do your homework. It’s up to you. In college, or so you ' ve heard, you pass or fail on your own credentials, not on how good your support network is. You have true responsibility for the first time, true accountability. Now you an- swer to yourself, not to your parents, not to your teachers. It is now that you find out if you, yourself, are equal to the task of life— the adventure, the learning that awaits! Now you will learn who it is that you truly are. You see the first glimmerings of what it is you actually want to be. You will begin to discover the depths and beauties of others and yourself. AH of this now lies on the horizon. Top Left: Patrice Ambrogne attempts to teleki- netically move the hour hand to two o ' clock. Top Center: Henry Collins casts a cynical look as his teacher announces a surprise quiz. Left Center: Erin Dwyer and Doug Gordon feign interest in 30, 60. and 90 degree triangles. Above: Lome Lucas sneers at the sight of a Celtics ' fan. Left: Rob Durant wakes from his reverie at the start of the D block announcements. THE ▲ END 1 OF THE BEGINNING...

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Top Right: Chad Maguire ushers in the class of 1988 for their senior year. Above: Debbie Letch is happy to get started on her senior year. Middle Right: Heather Landry and Jennifer Col- lins prepare for another day of notetaking. Right: Patrick Palermo ' s and Kurt Mueller ' s smiles are already beginning to fade. He retraced the familiar route. He did so instinctively, having walked it every school day for the last ... was it five years already? It finally hit him. Using all of the math skills he had learned in twelve years past, he com- puted: six minus five equals . . . one! One year left! “This is the first day, he paraphrased quietly, “of the rest of my school life! ' ' His stomach did a flip and his heartrate doubled. A senior! He was a senior! Awed, he stopped and took a closer look at his surroundings. Every familiar detail seemed strange, bathed in a new light. His place in the universe was different now. He would only pass these scenes another— two times one hundred fifty schools days— three hundred or so times. The coming school year took on a new perspective. It would be his last, but it would be his best, the crowning achievement to his school career. No more would he be late to homeroom; he wouldn ' t miss another homework. Straight A ' s this year for sure! Squar- ing his shoulders, he resumed his walk to school, arriving only five minutes late to homeroom.

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Take A Minute To Meet Us K. Deleire, S. Strunk, K. Denehy, and M. Cirillo, “Oh Hello Mr. Croston! What 7 The bell did Sean Brennan appears to be the loser of art class musical chairs ring 7 The alarm rings— six o ' clock. He heads for the shower in hopes that it will awaken his groggy body. It doesn ’ . He tumbles into school by quarter to eight and then patiently tolerates five (or was it six?) teachers trying to cram knowledge into his already confuse d brain. At two o’clock he lugs home all of his homework (at least what he hasn ' t forgotten— those morning classes seem so distant now). He completes them along with various other activities; some are vital to his existence, others are time killers. He drops off to sleep. The alarm rings. It ' s Tuesday. We ' re all familiar with this routine— too familiar. The routine has linked us together in coexistence for three years. However, it is the only thing about us that others see. Overlooking the many diverse individuals that make up the class of 1988 is much like merely looking at the surface of a clock. It is the many small parts inside the clock that make it tick, while the face is only a display. The class of 1988 is made up of 365 moving parts that give us the life and movement that is seen from the outside. Frank Moccia and Neil LeColst “Quiz 7 . . . you mean NOW 7 Jan Ferraro and Tracey McGuire help each other along after the long chmb to the third floor lobby. N. Adamec, K. McCowan, M. Zarella, C. Hayes, H. Oliveira, and K. MacEachern, work diligently in Monday morning study hall. Tom Capachietti wonders if he should wake up fellow classmates Amy Carroll and Mike Byrne.