Newton North High School - Newtonian Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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epcuwe 02 My name is David Mirsky. I am run- decided to move to Newton, MA.. which ning for Senior Class President and this is had the reputation in New Jersey 35 being my story: much like Paris. I W8S born in U76 boondocks of MiSSiS' I would now like to briefly state some of sippi. but moved to New Hampshire when my father finally got a job. We lived on the edge of life-sometimes not eat- ing for say, three, four months. We had faith. though, in the many pae- gan and man-made gods which we kept round the Hreplace. When I was three, we got our lucky break. My father was offered the job of head custodian at a one room school house in New Jersey. We packed up all of the twelve things which we owned 16 of them were spoonsj and set off in search of good for- tune and prosperity. During the next H ve years my father turned what had been a one room schoolhouse into a flourishing institution. It became an empire of enor- mous facilities, opportunities and mas- sive capabilities. When l was twelve we my ideas should I be elected Senior Class President . . . This speech started our senior year off on a good note. Da vid Mirsky became our class presi- dent and everything pointed toward an amaz- ing year. We had sur- vived two years at New- ton North and it was our chance to look back. When we arrived at North, the school was huge, the classes impos- sible, and the seniors were five times our size. We got lost in the base- ment, went to first lunch instead of sec- ond, and missed biology. When we thought we had mastered the system we had our Hrst parties . . . 2400 kids in one living room and parents pulling in the driveway. But we made it, thrived on it. and came back for more the next year. ' 'l5,i':'..W .3 In our junior year we became upper- classmen and were given open campus. We mastered the art of hanging out . PSA T's came and went. and we settled into thinking about our SA T's. A night- mare of SAT review classes plagued us and when the tests were over we celebrat- ed. We watched Mechanized Death in Driver's Ed.. and vowed never to get on the road ibut we did an ywa yj. Most impor- tantly, we became closer as a class. Good friends became great friends and aquain- tances became confidantes. We were ready to reign as seniors. Senior year we looked back and we looked ahead. We slaved over college ap- plications or job applications and thought of the future. We went to pep rallys Ide- spite the banning of Rock You Steady'9 and repetitive Senior Seminars. The Class of 1986 is one of distinction and spirit. We 've had fun and we 're ready to take on the world. It 's the laughter we will remember whenever we remember the way we were. The way we were and the way we are-never forget. Good Luck to the Class of 1986! -Lisa Goldblatt