North Attleboro High School - Northern Light Yearbook (North Attleboro, MA)

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Football fever has infected Bill Varden. Jason Johnson spices up his Spanish class. Tom Boehling in rare form. The watchful auto mascot observes the budding mechanics. Mike Lamar expresses outrage at a bad call. Bill Varden leads some field hockey fans in a wave. Necessarily Average Not

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CHARGED, CHARISMA, CRAZY . . . Chaos There is unmistakable enthusiasm present in the student body at North. Not to say everyone is excited about academics or athletics or lunch, but there is usually something to get charged about during the course of the day: a substitute, a victory over Foxboro, or the chance to pose for the roaming yearbook photographer in the smoking area. No matter what, there is always somethig a little off beat going on . . . someone is always up to something. Whether or not these antics result in an in-school or a good practical joke is another story . . . but in each instance the viva-city of the students stands out. Mark Creegan, Rob Dean, Jeff Johnson, Arnold Alonzo, Mike Ha- zen, Scott Miller, Mark Pedini, Greg Brogan and Karl Kronheim mug for the camera. Ellen Sousa shows her elation for a job well done. Mr. Siezega is a familiar face, sub- bing for absent teachers. Laurie Phipps’ Rocket Pride shines through. Two NAHS fans observe the Home- coming game. 10 “C” Is Not Necessarily Average HI

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12 “C” Is Not Necessarily Average Michelle Crook gloats after winning a prized position at the mirror. The girls’ team room ... is it just the right size? Kelly Maitland finds last Thursday’s lunch and gym clothes at the bottom of her locker. A view of the boys’ freshly painted red, clean locker room. . . . and the not so clean! CATCHING, CASUAL, Co-Ed Each gym class begins with hordes of males and females emerging from their respective locker rooms, and ends with them hurridly retreating into them to change for class. But what is behind those doors? Our investigative photographer ends the intrigue. Upon entering the girls’ locker room, one is immediately struck by the interesting mixture of hairspray and perfume that lingers in the air. Usually a half dozen girls jockey for a position in front of the mirror, casting baleful looks at hair gone awry and makeup in desperate need of reapplication. A few voices can be heard from the back of the locker room, girls changing in the curtained cubicles, separated by the never-used showers. A glance into the team room reveals a mass of bodies struggling to get by changing girls to reach their lockers. It is a talent to change gracefully, without tripping over other CAPTIVATING . . . people or kicking over stacked books. The boys’ locker room discloses immediate differences: a large open shower area is frequented by males, who don’t worry about drying, curling or spraying their hair. The guys have lockers in a row no curtains or cubicles. They casually change while conversing, not about perms, but about the latest sports’ upsets, the new coveted car, or hopes for a hot date this weekend. It is much easier to maneuver in the boys’ locker room. Interesting but relevant facts: The boys’ locker room is painted in red, the girls’ in blue; the guys’ locker room echoes, the girls’ does not; the females have a soda machine available, the males must settle for a juice machine. Both have glass walls in the coaches’ offices that are adorned with the latest stats from the North sports’ teams. Both report occasional lines for the bathrooms. It’s nice to see some facets have no gender barriers.