Riverhead High School - Blue Peconic Yearbook (Riverhead, NY)

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The New Wave It's the new wave, and it’s rolling in. There’s just one small problem; the wave doesn’t know where it’s going. What can we do to give this wave a sense of direction? How about a crash course in Riverhead High School? The wave is an enormous group of Freshmen, and they thank God for Freshmen Orientation. You remember; we’ve all been there as Freshmen, little lost innocent souls, just wanting, waiting to fit in. This school is huge, you couldn’t possibly find your way, ever, or so you thought. You also never thought you’d recognize a single class, teacher, or even a fellow student in this jungle of education. How will you ever fit in? When can you ever just relax and feel comfortable? Those are just a few of the many cries that have been answered by Freshman Orientation. What is Freshmen Orientation, and who cares? Believe it, if you were a Freshman, you would. Freshmen Orientation is noth- ing more than an opportunity, and a great one at that. It is an opportunity for the new students in this new Fourth World we call High School, and their parents, to get ac- quainted and become familiarized with teachers, administration, classes, activi- ties, and basically anything our school has to offer. The mystery is unlocked with the key of Orientation. Only one question remains, are the ef- forts really worth it? Ask any Freshman, you won’t be suprised. The wave rolls in, breaking on the shores of High School hallways. The im- pressions they create and leave are felt by all. Freshman Orientation has cleared the way of any obstacles, thus allowing these valuable impressions to be made more smoothly. It ensures success, suc- cess that every Freshman dreams of, throughout their High School years. Freshmen Orientation is only the begin- ning, but after all, isn't that the most im- portant? The mob rules at Riverhead High School. Friends congregate in the halls to compare sched- ules. 8 Student Life

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First wave It’s such a rude awakening; you don’t even want to reach over and kill that ruthless alarm clock, nevertheless get out of that para- dise we call bed. Still, relentlessly, the tide has come in, and your ship's leaving in about thirty minutes. It’s September 8th, and there’s no escaping it. You’re forced to get up and face reality, the first day of school. You’re finally dressed, you haven't eaten, and you’re on your way. The fortu- nate will depart in their “rides”, the oth- ers, a majority, will board the “Golden Chariot”. The steps, the seats, the faces, even the numbers are the same. It's your bus, like it or not. Well, you’re there at last. Doesn't it look the same? Upper- classmen feel as if they’ve returned to hell, while the under- classmen experience a relatively whole new world. And so the wave begins to roll. You hit homeroom, your lock- er, you see your friends. Not bad, yet. The wave peaks, you’re only half way through the day. and you’ve had more than enough. Finally, the wave crashes. You’ve made it; you’ve ridden the wave we call the first day of school. However, you real- ize the tide is just be- ginning to come in. Just think, only 179 days left. Why not make the most of it? 10 Student Life