Munster High School - Paragon Yearbook (Munster, IN)

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' m Me? Sticky situations catch students off guard It always happens unexpectedly. Your normal coloring suddenly becomes beet red, starting slowly at your neck and climb- ing visibly higher. Your confidence crum- bles like a stale cookie as you shrink away from the laughing crowd. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, or where it happened. You are embarassed. Everyone has been in an uncompromis- ing situation at least once in his or her life- time. Perhaps you can relate to one or more of these situations, for don’t you feel embar- rassed when . . . • You’re not paying attention in class and the teacher chooses you to answer a ques- tion about that day’s lecture. • You walk up to someone in the hall usually from behind, thinking it’s an old friend. You start talking to this person and when he turns around, you find yourself staring at an unfamiliar face. • You’re in the middle of a conversation with a casual acquaintance and you realize that you’ve forgotten his name .... now you’re stuck trying to fake it. •You strut confidently out in your new de- signer jeans and fashionable top only to dis- cover that you’ve forgotten to zip the zipper up. •You saunter into the North Building with an armload of books mindless to the early February thaw in the hallway. Suddenly you slip, books flying everywhere, ending on your gluteus maximus. •You coast into your first hour class a few seconds after the tardy bell. However, once you wake up and become fully aware, it is too late. You look around and finally realize that this was first hour of your last semester. • You stand in front of your locker for five minutes trying with no avail to open the tricky contraption only to find that you were trying to open a locker three spaces down from your own. • You accidently drop your lunch tray, full or empty, on the cafeteria floor during a calmer moment in “A” lunch. An instant later, the whole lunchroom is on its feet laughing and clapping. • After arriving in the locker room at an away game, you look around at your team- mates dressed in their red uniforms. Open- ing up your Converse bag, you find a white uniform staring up at you. • Trying to impress everyone in the Driver- Ed car, you sit confidently behind the wheel. Before you know what’s happened, you have been distracted by something else on the road, and the car displaying STU- DENT DRIVER has made it way from the street onto the sidewalk. • Bending over to retrieve a book, a ball, or a pen, you straighten up to the disconcert- ing sound of your pants splitting down the back seam. • It’s prom night. As you answer the door, you notice that your date has decided to wear purple tennis shoes with his tuxedo. — Embarassing Moments 21 —

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eet Feet Feet Daily routine tests sole survival On the job from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., five days a week, not only walking, but running in place and trudging through snow. Stu- dents have no respect for my physical state, squeezing me into cowboy boots and wear- ing me down to the bone . . . and everyone thought the brain had a rough life. Let me tell you my story. I know you will be more sympathetic once the details have been exposed. My story begins early in the morning be- fore school starts. Students use me to trans- port themselves to school, which sometimes is a 15 minute walk or longer. The strain begins when I arrive at school and students force me to travel to opposite ends of the WHILE THE CAFETERIA welcomes the student for a time of relief, the seats also provide a resting place to prop up junior Matt Urbanski’s feet after a hectic day at school. building to get their books. By the time 1 reach their lockers, I feel bruised and over- used. As the school day lingers on, I get used between every class to get the stu- dents to their lockers and then to their class. I bet students have never realized how much they walk during a school day. On a daily routine, a student walks an average of four miles per week, 16 miles per month, and 144 miles per year. By the time a student graduates, he has walked up to 575 miles. After the morning tardy bell rings, other students take me for granted. They step on me, and pop my shoes off which serve as my only protection. Although students feel they have to put their brains to work, I have to work every hour. Even though I can rest during the class, I still feel exhausted. Sometimes, while I am resting, impatient students sit on me and intentionally cram PERFORMING HER ROUTINE on the balance beam, senior Debbie Milne concentrates on keeping her toes pointed throughout competition. AS PART OF the job of playing kickball, feet must be used to block the goal line. As the feet await for their next turn, the worn shoes watch the action going on in the center court. my toes together. Also, students stick me underneath chairs and 1 became tangled between the rungs. Besides using me for school, I also get used for extra-curricular activities. Stu- dents absolutely work me to death when 1 become forced to run endlessly around the fieldhouse track. Students also take risks when they j ump hurdles, do flips on balance beams, and get trampled on during a foot- ball game. Finally, my day is over. I look forward to my daily soaking in a hot tub. After relieving the pain, I half-heartedly prepare myself for another monotonous day. Since you have now heard my story, you may realize that students work me as strenuously as their brains. Maybe, if students were more sym- pathetic towards me, I would not rebel with ugly blisters, sprained ankles and broken toes! ALTHOUGH THE COWBOY boots, espadrilles, and sandals remain idle in the choir rows, they have joined the ranks of Topsiders and Nikes as fashion for the feet. — Feet, Feet, Feet 23 —