Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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It felt wonderful to be seniors at last, so we immediately unleashed our enthusiasm on the freshmen. For the one day they were at our mercy we subjected them to every conceivable kind of ridiculous and pathetic situation, but we relented that night and treated tnem to the freshman mixer as a reward for their co- operation. The arrival of our class rings and pictures, the 'privilege of being dismissed first from the study hall,the pleasure of sit- ting in the noisiest section of first period assembly, and the honor of having the most classmates on the basketball team all contributed to our class pride. Being in the senior play, the all-school play, the patriotic urograms, the athletic teams, the student cabinet, and Quill and Scroll, as well as accumulating a few A's during our occasional spurts of ambition, added to our personal sense of accomplishment. Manv things combined to make our senior year memorable, but the friendships and companionships (in some cases, even conspir- acies) with the other students will be remembered longest b-'r the class as a whole. It was this sharing of studies, work, fun, worries, and activities that somehow managed to unite the con- glomeration of kids in the senior class. Some of the other accom- plishments we gained included typing, shortnand, mechanical draw- ing, cooking, sewing, drawing, reading, writing, playing a musi- cal instrument, singing, and ’ replacing screws. Even trivial annovances like having the entire contents of our desk spill out on the assembly floor just as the dismissal bell rang and being hit with broken pop bottles or snowballs had their places in the general scheme of things. We were sometimes brassy and ornery and often inconsiderate in our behavior, and we knew it. The main reason for this extreme cocksureness was that we realized we ha'd very little time left to act like kids, so we made the most of what we had. It was all too apparent that college and the working world were waiting for us, and that neither would treat us as kids. Graduation day came even sooner than we anticipated. It was a momentous occasion because it was a signpost clearlv marking the boundary between childhood and adulthood. In spite of the crazy things we did, we had grown up a creat deal. We had accom- plished worthwnile thin.cs, and we had contributed our share of good to the school. In fact, we felt verv adult and anxious for a chance to prove ourselves. R. w.