Memphis University School - Owl Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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6|3ideas School Must B Yelling ourselves hoarse in a come-from- behind victory. Staying up half the night to crau for an unusually difficult test. Rehearsing an upcoming play daily for weeks. Painting on a Saturday afternoon. Running miles every afternoon to shape up for cross-country. The signs of a very real involvement in our school were everywhere. But the range of activities defied any attempt at classification: the largest MUS student body ever was interested in everything from polo to piano. 1975 was the year that six hundred individuals, nine sports, four plays, twenty-odd clubs, three publications, assorted other pastimes, a challenging curriculum, and the necessary facilities came together in a conglomeration of success and failure, apathy and concern, excellence and mediocrity, unity and discord. Every student or teacher had his own idea of what he wanted out of school — and anything was possible given the breadth of opportunity. Dee Canale checks a program on one of the Computer Math course ' s keyboards.

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orOiii Of It Action. The action of sweating football players performing the same drill over and over, again and again. The action of a cramped wrist scribbling the last essay with five minutes to go. Action made the conglomeration of individual pursuits more than a shapeless array. We realized finally that the years-old MUS image had vanished: there were simply too many individuals and activities to characterize the school as one thing or another. We had to act and get involved to make certain that MUS was better than ordinary in 1975. And we did. Not everyone was enthusiastic over the athletic teams. Not everyone cared enough to bring a can at Thanksgiving. Not everyone was interested enough to come see the plays. But we realized that it was impossible for everyone to be everywhere. It was much more important to us that everyone get with something that interested him. Exhausted after a scorching August practice, Joe Skinner, Stilly McFadden, Jeff Hunt, and Steve Barton line up for cool refreshment. I