Niles Township High School West - Spectrum Yearbook (Skokie, IL)

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Assessing the damage, seniors Henry Rodriguez and Melissa Con¬ nell gaze at Henry’s toilet papered car. Varsity football members are of¬ ten victims of spirited Indian fans. Jed Arrogante Martin Bach Esther Bae Ji Bae Eunice Baek Michael Bartholomew Michael Basan Michelle Bauer Marc Bechar Israel Behar Michelle Beller Susan Bezanes Seniors

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Andree Abelkis Carol Abraham Mathew Adams Mia Adler Suzanne Ahn Jerry Alcozer Mark Anderberg Tecla Annes Nikoletta Antonakos Ted Apostolopoulos Senada Arabelovic Mark Argetsinger Deipenatefij Seeking Senior Statui SENIOR YEAR FINALLY AR¬ RIVED, but my brain was someplace else. I walked down the hallway, my mind not retaining anything, my body going through the normal routine: heel hitting the ground, passing the motion to the arch then the ball of the foot, ankle and toes bending, knee bending, foot coming off the ground, hip putting to the forward motion again. My teeth gnashed down on the spicy gum; my legs kept their steady movement, press¬ ing the rubber sole of my tennis shoe against the rigid loops of carpet. My mind didn’t notice any of these motions (I could have still been in English as far as my brain was concerned), my eyes didn’t see anything around me, and I really didn’t care to think about what I wasn’t thinking about. I walked in the perfect state of mellow mindedness . . . Suddenly I dropped my book, creat¬ ing a horrible break in rhythm! I tried to continue in fluent motion by keeping the sound of the steps in my mind — THUNK!! lift . . THUNK! lift . . With slightly fragmented assurance, I bent over and replaced the book in the space left for it between my waist and the folders resting on my arm. Playing the game of nonchalance, I put this inci¬ dent in the back of my mind, in a pile reserved for reasons to be paranoid. The pile would grow and grow until a situation like this one would cause an overflow, and I would be overcome by an army of paranoia stimulators. As if I had never let the book fall from my grip, I continued walking in my semi- befuddled state of mind. Peo¬ ple would converse, but I would just walk, not noticing that they were mov¬ ing or talking or grimacing; I would walk getting dizzy from the dull light, crowded hall, and ringing sound in my ears . . . Unexpectedly, a face caught my eye, a voice filled my ears, but in a moment it passed. I turned, blindly, returning the greeting to someone whom I didn’t recognize until a few moments later. I walked into my science class, and sud¬ denly a beautiful word filled my head: sleep. Unfortunately for my weary mind, science teachers have a wonder¬ ful system of keeping students awake. Finally, I hopped on the bus at the end of the day, and though I couldn’t re¬ member much of the day, I managed to remember the sensation of feeling for the first time the difference between an underclassman and ME. The mounds of paranoia relaxing melted away . . . Nikoletta Antonakos 22 Seniors

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Jim Bibizas Jeremy Biewer Eric Biljetina Maria Bisbikis Suzanne Bohigian Andrew Bok Kathryn Born Keith Bosshart Aaron Boyles Janine Breit Jonathan Breitzer Christine Brown AH! The pleasure of an afternoon nap overcomes Senior Scott Gripman, and relaxing dreams fill his head. SUDDENLY- Scott’s dreams change to night¬ mares! He dreams Mr. Geismann is chasing him with a gun!! His heart begins to pound thunder¬ ously. WOAH!- Scott jerks out of his dream, and wakes up to the reality of his English class. This haunt¬ ing memory will keep Scott from falling asleep in class for quite awhile. 24 Seniors