New Paltz High School - Huguenot Yearbook (New Paltz, NY)

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CONTENTS BOARD OF EDUCATION 2 CENTRAL ADMINISTRATION 3 DEDICATION 5 HIGH SCHOOL ADMINISTRATION 6 GUIDANCE 7 TEACHING STAFF 8 B.O.C.E.S......................................... 22 SERVICES 24 SENIOR SECTION ................................... 26 BABY PICTURES 28 WHO’S WHO 30 CLASS HISTORY 32 WILLS 32 SENIOR PORTRAITS 33 JUNIOR PROM 60 UNDERCLASS SECTIONS 64 CLASS OF 1982 66 CLASS OF 1983 72 CLASS OF 1984 78 B.O.C.E.S. SPECIAL EDUCATION 84 SPORTS SECTION 86 ACTIVITIES SECTION ............................... HO ADVERTISEMENTS 130

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Central Administration Superintendent M. Scalzi at a Sporting Event Mr. Mario Scalzi. School Superintendent Mr Edson Travis. Business Administrator Mr Robert DuBois. Director of Transportation Mr. Al Schrcibcr. Director of Maintenance Mrs, Barbara Rulalante. Clerk Mrs Sue Schreiner, Secretary of the Board to the Superintendent

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JAMES OLIVEKO From The Fleart By Eleanor Martin Jimmy Olivero had a hard sinewy body with veins you could see that ran over muscles in his arms. He had a big toothy grin and shy uncertain eyes when 1 first knew him in his early years at New Paltz High School. 1 was a substitute teacher. An authority figure without authority. Fair game for any student with a gripe against teachers or parents or any other authority figure that he couldn’t get at. Or an easy target of ridicule for a would-be Woody Allen. I survived, slightly bedraggled, those early testings of my wit, patience and sanity. But I always remembered with gratitude those teenagers, and there were many, who had too much dignity or compassion to join the taunting crowd. Jimmy was one of those. He respected me - me! I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. We talked a lot, during moments in the library, while I patrolled the hall, or as I sat, recovering in an empty classroom. He didn’t have the comfortable security of belonging to an established social group in those days. He was often alone. And what harebrained theories he had! But gradually. I became aware of a curious, groping mind seek-hi nderetan ifejjite ture usines gctice was an intelligent, unorthodox and moral mind. He was earnest and honest. I didn’t hear him complain much. He joined a track team a little later. He became an enthusiastic runner. He began to have success, acceptance. One day, telling of a victory, he was so excited he had to jump from his chair, pace the room sit on a table, jump off the table. 1 enjoyed his success, remembering those shy, uncertain, kind eyes. By the time he graduated in 1979 he had a public personna. He wore a new sheen of success. For the first time, he had a girlfriend. Happily, in that last year he went to track meets to cheer, even when he was not participating. And still we talked in the halls, at the library. Still I saw his earnest, questioning mind, and his sweet eyes. Jimmy Olivero is dead with a bullet in him. Shot in some senseless encounter in Germany. Nobody knows the details. After our tears, what is left? What sense is there to be made of it all? Only now do I find out that Jimmy was a foster-child, shunted from one home to another for much of his life. And yet he remained kind and curious. Maybe that’s the sense of Jimmy’s life. When I am tempted to retreat into dullness or unkindness. I'll try to remember Jimmy Olivero, his courage, and the good race he r'in