Rogers High School - RYB Yearbook (Michigan City, IN)

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X .,; 1 Dan LeDuc demonstrates his giwy pulishcd cul- . ing habits for the benefit of all Rogers students. 0 t I Elegant dinnerware makes its return lrip lo the kitchen, readying for ye! unolhcr crowd For some. Iunch hour means nicotine instead of pork frillcrs and fries. Lunch period just kills Brian chks. STU DENT LIFE 17

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Or, modern day preliminaries t0 puttint the notion inta motion Hey, dudes. You know how it is. Shels been playing havoc with your mind for weeks. his a sunny Friday morning, and youive showered, shaved. overdosed on the creme rinse and wry ter-pieked the enamel off your teeth. Gyrating to the eight-minute version of ttMiss You on the new lDisco DAlf and sliding into your new tan cords with the llMale logo on the pocket, you search for that twenty-dollar white silk shirt not Viewable within 500 yards by the naked eye. while splashing on Jovan Musk Oil. Dont forget the neckchuins. ltis 8:55 am. and time to head out- side. Climbing into your brotherls black Trans Am, tespeeially loaned to you in exchange for the phone number of the raven-haired lovely sitting next to you in Algebra lli, you speed in the direc- tion of school. ltls your all-out effort for a fabulous date on Saturday. Mmmm! Arriving at Rogers to the sound of catcalls and names like ltpimp and ltpusherfl you saunter into the hot halls. Elieiting hungry stares from three freshman girls wearing Frampton, Foxy Lady, and Andy Gibb tee-shirts, feath- ered bangs, and too much purple eye shadow, you begin to run. But then, rounding a corner, there she is .i i hair like shimmering bronze. a body like the goddess Aphrodite . t . floating ever nearer. A raft of violins float in the air; trum- pets puncture the glistening sky. She draws close, Your pulse fluctu- ates. YHey, babe. How you doin ? You sly guy. llWhatcha doinl tomorrow night? She reaches out with ivory fingers and lovingly strokes your steaming face. lth, well how about tonight! Wanna get together and party? She purses her glossy lips and straightens your collar. Your glasses begin to fog. Pant, pant. ttWanna go look at my stamp collec- tion?