Raritan High School - Contrail Yearbook (Hazlet, NJ)

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THE BEST OF TIMES Would you believe it all started at Freshman Orientation, over 300 students poured into the auditorium for those morn- ing scare tactics, the administration used every year. Looking around we noticed that people weren't really interested at Mr. Guadagno's warnings, instead we were still thinking of the summer that just passed, all the new faces, or some of us were still sleeping from the Yes concert the night be- fore. September and October passed and we used this time to meet new people, and make new friends. November came and our Freshman class learned of a new thing called 'tHomecoming. As excitement rose the little Freshman wanted to join in. We began working diligently and when the day of the hall decorating came we clinched our first taste of Victory because the little Freshman won. The seniors jumped back in amazement, swearing revenge. Howev- er, their intimidation didn't scare us little guys, and on Thanksgiving Day, again those little Freshmen came away with an- other win for the float contest. I can't be sure but I think the teachers and board members turned to each other and said, This is going to be one great class! They never knew how right they were! As No- vember ended we, the Freshmen class went back to our heavy course load, until we were awakened by the sounds of Ms. Hulak and Mrs. Arndt saying, Freshmen Candy Sale! Again we pulled together and when the week was over we had raised over ilS2,000. Yet with our enthusiasm and source of adventure that we had, we decid- ed to do something different for our class activity. Something Raritan had never done before, we had a Toga Dance. Plan- ning that the school would come to our Ro- man Toga dance and raise money to help the Freshman class, and what actually hap- pened are two totally different ideas. The Freshman class raised 529.17 and I think 22 Senior Article when it was all over, we decided to stick to can- dy sales. April, May, and June were coming to a close, and when the final bell rang at the end of June, 300 Freshmen shouted, We're not Freshmen anymore! So we broke for summer break with our new friends, and our old friends, to party the summer away together. We partied and laughed together until the end of Labor Day weekend, and some of us are still partying today, just ask Mr. Pomponio, and Mr. D. Well, again, we walked in to school, for our Sophomore year. Again when November came the Sophomore class took first place in the hall-decorating contest for Homecoming. As the year passed our friendships grew stronger, and more relaxed. It again was time for our Sophomore year activity. We decided to be dif- ferent again, and a faculty - student volleyball game was selected. Each class would play each other and the two student teams played two fac- ulty teams. Remember how we laughed at how funny they looked. Ms. Grove, and Mr. Antoll looked so funny, but who knew how well they could play. They destroyed the students in the game, and the student body faces flipped when we realized what finally happened. So we went back to school after that week- end, with thoughts of becoming upper class- men. When the bell rang at 2:00 on that June day, 300 Sophomores yelled out, We,re Upperclassmenlu Juniors - who could believe it? Two years ago we were the runt of the litter and now we were maturing. No more little bodies or runny noses. Well for most of us no more runny noses. Our friendships were developed and clear. It now was time for a special privilege that the Juniors were granted. It was time for our Junior Prom. So as we lined up to sell our boxes of can- dy to save us some money, we also frantically called Limousine Services. Finally May lst arrived and some 400 peo- ple arrived in tuxedos and gowns to party the night away. I remember some of your faces when you saw the Policeman at the front door of the prom entrance. Act straight guys, act straight was constantly being said by everyone in the Limousines. Do you think Ms. Hulak and Mrs. Arndt knew what was going on? What a night! With the prom gone, there was only one more thing to look forward to - Senior year! As the bell rang at 2:00, 300 Juniors shouted We're Seniors!!! Senior year was here and as usual Candy Sale hit us by surprise and within the first week of school we were selling candy. Howev- er, this time we were selling the candy for the Senior class trip. With anticipation we all waited for that week in February, being embarrassed by the hit list of people, who were late on their payments, posted on the Senior bulletin board. February did come, and we packed our bags for the 6:00 a.m. luggage search. Those of us who had Mr. Neri searching through our luggage, knew what embarrassment really was Whose underwear is this? Boarding the bus- es, we heard the chatter of excitement. Was it excitement for the first meal at Split Rock? I don't think so but when the poisonous food didn't kill us, most of us raced to get changed for skiing. We soon learned how co-ordinated we re- ally were. As Peter Belasco, Ricky Garry, and Stacy Schmidt zoomed down the hill, it was amazing that they didn't trip over all of us snow- balls kissing the snow. Kathy Nolan and Mr. D. were fantastic. Who ever knew that Kathy could ever ski and that Mr. D. had so much pa- tience? The good news had to be that Mr. Antol didn't break his leg like the previous year. Well, the first day was over and most of us quit skiing for the weekend and retired to the quiet life of raquetball, tennis, swimming and some amusement at the arcade. As the day passed we entered the wild night life. lt started by sitting down for a terrific dinner. Infact, most of us are still tasting it Now! From there we went to go boogie on the dance floor or swim or play sports or even partying in our rooms. That was the funniest thing. For years, we never associat- ed with everyone but for that weekend we were all one. Everybody was a group and for one of the first times we truly were the graduating Class of 1988. So as we go through these final months of March, April, May, and June, and time runs on, most of us took a moment to sit back and look at our past four years. We as a class and as peo- ple, have grown up and matured. We made our lasting friendships will never interfere with that ten letter word of Graduation . So now we have a prom and then graduation practice to look forward to. So when that final bell rings on June 24, 1988, 300 Seniors will now shout, Goodbye! It is time . . . Goodbye is here but just nev- er forget that We are the Class of 88! - Goodbye - N.R.

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