Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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all the diagrams and notes on the blackboards. It is great to see that something so simple and under- standable to one person may be utterly incomprehensible to the next. I long to wear my M jacket where a hundred other people are not wearing theirs. Yes, I did it wrong. So what if I'm a failure? I am a student at Milton Academy f!!!j. I am happy. Who cares ifI get two D + s? Who cares if I don't get in Yale, Harvard, Prince- ton, etc., etc.? Who cares if I don't get in any college at all? That is, who except me? There's something religious about checking books out of Cox. Having your signature on one of those li- brary cards in the pocket of each book in Cox is as close to immortal- ity as one can get at Milton. Desk graffiti are washed off, names on plaques are ignored, senior pages yellow in forgotten yearbooks. But for all eternity, my favorite books in Cox will each bear my proud signature on the card at the back. Some sophomore twenty years from now will notice that I've read The Great Gatsby and wonder who the hell I was. That's immor- tality. I know it's winter when the sign with the arrow that tells us to go around and through the other door is posted in front of Cox Library. Milton to me is spending three hours to put on armor, organize the troops, just to prepare for the battle at the Snack Bar. Who scheduled Parents' Day and Space Day for the same time? Who was in charge? It was a case of God- zilla versus King Kong - no, it was a case of leather-legged and blue- jeaned youths meeting their makers. One more sobering impression I have of Milton is the hush coming over Goodwin Room as Mrs. Winn reads off a D.C. announcement, and the quick funsoberingl switch back as eight lgaspll males run in wearing togas and dresses. Iive always been amazed that no matter how long or how good the vacation was, two days after we get back to school it feels like we've never left. Contributed By: Martha Carroll Thorn Pozen Robert Sheffield Iohanna Striar Michael Weisberg Rowena Yeung if if

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yggflgiggii The Velveteen Rabbit -ish sensa- tion of feeling an ordinary, some- times ugly room at Milton turn into a home,' never fails to be exciting. A confined space stops being a functional, everyday geographical location of certain activities and becomes an atmosphere, a feeling, a tattered photo album of private moments. The physical character- istics become so familiarized as to lose all relevancy, like a grand- mother's face. It's always a personal experience, but some homes are so commonly shared they are taken for granted. Goodwin Room, for in- stance, lost none on its Goodwin- ity when its actual location was changedg it's one of the rare rooms defined by the reassuring emo- tions we associate with it, a home. 1 i l 24 The Straus Library is another. The Student Center was intended to be a home , a Holiday Inn would be more accurate. Warren Hall's sec- ond floor, the butt room, and the third floor of Ware have made it. Neither the Link, the Computer Room, nor anything in the Science Building ever will make it. The periodical room, cluttered as it is with tourists, is home to a small but fanatical cult of Milton's wild- eyed intellectual elite. Room 3203, the lunch room, and the dorm common rooms will always have it. Wigg Hall never had it, never will. And don't try to deny it, you chose your favorite bathroom three years ago. A Milton career is like a pizza. When the Crust of your Identity is baked and firm, you can pile on the goodies. The Tomato Sauce of Honesty. The Gooey Cheese of Self-respect. The Green Peppers of Academic Achievement. The Pep- peronis of Class V Acne Attacks. The Mushrooms of Perseverance. The Oregano of Spiritual Courage. Into the Oven of Maturity. Behold, the Pizza of Adolescence. Then again, Milton is like a pizza in that the more of it you ingest, the more likely you are to throw up. Being a liberal at Milton means al- ways having to say you're sorry. Things that were Not Worth It: the IPS lab you slaved over in class V, the hours you spent on your face before the first freshman dance, the boring courses you endured to appear well-rounded. Vanity of Vanities, saith the weary senior. All is vanity. The excuses you thought up for your blue slips, the night you spent awake in bed sweating before the PSAT's, the re- cesses you squished through the crowd to peer into an empty mail- box. The terrifying authority fig- ures you struggled to please for years, the assemblies you sprained your buns to get to on time. The swearing you did when your mug- book photo resembled Bela Lugusi on steroids. The anger. The grudges. The putdowns, even the QM W4 Wag .. l I 'ff' , F 1 'A 73 1'1mS5l'9, clever ones. The times you actual- ly put on your school socks and jock for P.E. Hell, the times you actually showed up for P.E. Need we go on? Yea verily saith the se- nior. I'm afraid that all this and more was simply Not Worth lt. But Most of it was. Why did God make seniors? Some- body has to buy all those orange and blue scarves at the Bookstore. I always love looking in a class- room between classes and seeing

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MILTON: BR CHICH QUT? by Rowena Yeung What exactly is cultural diversity? Does Milton Academy, as a community, have Cultural diversity? How much of this cultur- al diversity can an institution of this size afford to have, yet still maintain its unity? Cultural diversity, eh, it's one of the X .4- X fill? l i X l f 'f' 23 if Y -.,FuS:55,gi,c:',-gi.1- I g .QQ-,gr ---7,7.W. -Q M. - -f' L., -ss. 'M-.q'53i: , Q-,,-?' , r:R'ei ?1Vr 'ffn S . . , t21,m.F,,S 'F .f.Lafg'f5'a1a-ff-, ,?5,s:-?':f:1-f:-n- ......--,x.- .,,-. 1 A -- ' N-u. -of XTC fi X-51 sgf SQ 5 XX ' X X X ' QX QNX XX-,N N L X X