North Shore Technical High School - Anchor Yearbook (Middleton, MA)

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. M.B. embarrassed Jay R. to tears in the cafe. .. Marcie and I escaped from alcatraz. Thank God those days are over! . you had your first look at the school, didn’t it look like jail? .. there was open campus ... temember when Patty and Marcie got S-faced at G.Q’s party. ... we had open campus in 83’ and teenage wasteland. .. Me, Mat, Martin, Ed, Brant, in the library with Miss Twombly. . C.R. and I were stuck inside the gas chamber with the T.V. set! . Sandy Pace was in gym and the toilet blew up on her. ... we used to have opened campus and raised hell over in wasteland; K.G. trying on a half made shirt and a bunch of gentlemen walked in shop. (good going K.G.) We didn’t have to worry about walking around the corridors and bumping into little freshmen because you couldn’t see them. All the good times we had in shop and classes. Talking about that famous three letter word (?). . The schedules weren’t messed up, we could relax in the cafe and have a cigarette and we could go out to eat. . C.R. got so wasted at her own birthday party that she was the first to passout. .. we all used to go over to wasteland and get wasted. Pink Floid “Wish you were here” .. we first learned about tape worms in Mr. T’s class? Nobody wanted to eat their pork chops or steak for a month. . Me and Mouse were rescued on Wednesday, and the mini parties over at my house. .. The masons wall fell over on the truck. .. we got baked at lunch in 83’. . I skipped Mrs. Andersons‘.class. . for some STRANGE reason everytime I was with J.C. I was always late. ... Judy Vincent got thrown in the sink in Diesel Shop. .. Robert Corkery picked his nose in English. .. Mr. Fallon and I did stats-for the basketball using the computer. . All the fun at the school picnics. . the wasteland was alive. . D-P., Eric and I almost totaled the Chevolet. .. we could leave school grounds for lunch. . Sandra Pace put her deoderant on in British Lit. . Kalaka said something smart, I don't. . the school lunch could be thrown down the hall and it would bounce. REMEMBER WHEN

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I, Richard Belanger, leave all my notes to the janitors. Maybe they can learn something. I, Joe Borjeson, leave bad memories. I, David Bourque, leave my junk work to the carpentry shop for fire wood. I, Melisa Bradford, leave this school with a lot of good memories, a lot of close friends, and a bagful of dreams I hope will come true. I also leave my brother Greg lots of wishes and good luck. I, Cheryl Brooks, leave all my brains and detentions to Judy Vincent. I, Scott Burke, leave this school for good! I, Eric Chase, leave my boots to those who need them. I, Joyce Close, leave my health to my gym teachers, my brains to my academic teachers and the freshmen to Mrs. Mullen. Nice to have had you all for teachers - Lova Ya! I, Robert Corkery, leave my small mind to all the teachers who hated to work with me. I, Sean Crean, leave the new shop teacher tothe upcoming students. I, T.S.B.D., leave, Body Bag! Body Bag! Don’t mess with Beel! You fat Haid! Chump! you Dingle! Die! Fo-Fo! and don’t write on de bode to Mr. Jenkins. I, Mike Dupuis, leave 1000 freshmen and 784 sophomores. I, Carolo Favazza, leave all the fun times to anybody who wants them. I, Karen Giroux, leave Ms. Dube the supply closet, empty of “Karen's fabric store”. I, Jon Glenn, leave all my aggravations to anybody who wants them. I, Scott Hidden, leave, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in my locker. I, David Hills, leave this school and its promises to all students to come. I, Bill Hoen, leave the revised addition of “I- Spy” to Mr. Balzarini. I, Sally Jeffrey, leave because Roses are red, violets are blue, Frizz loves peanutbutter and Jay Purcell can skate. I, Cheryl MacPherson, leave all my aches and pains to the 3 ’S’ Jocks and future clickers. I, Sandra Pace, leave my wettest vanity award to the next slob who thinks hairdressing is the greatest. I, Ed Park, leave Mr. Gamer a life time supply of cough drops. I, Debbie Riley, leave my wet sets to future cosmo students. I, Jeff Roland, leave my pens, pencils, books, notebooks and anything to do with school to whoever wants them. I, Fudge Royal, leave all my munchies to those healthy gym teachers abe all my love to the 7 BRO. I, Blaine Schena, leave all my haddock balls in Miss Quints class. I, Paul Trainor, leave all my D.E. gals dreaming! I, Greg Walsh, leave my long hair to Miss Castro and.the memory of my VW herpe to all of my (— good friends. n “Melface” (mouth 1) to Mrs. Klaiman. bee fun!” a I, Patti Walsh, leas my baby ee I, Richard Weinberg, leave the new schedule system to the Juniors. I, Christine Williams, aes oe the daily souks to Miss alti Yi

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