Santa Teresa High School - Compendium Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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She’s Only a Girl Jeff Hamilton SHE IS ONLY A GIRL! So you finally met the girl of your dreams! Blonde? Blue eyes? Short, cute and cuddly? In love are you? Well let me ask you. Does she know your name? Do you have her telephone number? I didn't think so! Sit down. Take off your coat and shoes. Relax. I ’m going to tell you how you can have this honey eating out of the palm of your hand. You see, there are certain dos and don’ts about dating. I could name a hun- dred of them and you still may not hear any new ones. But, I have three very important tips that are guaranteed to help you in your quest for the perfect date. There are some particular areas where everyone but The most frequent daters are a little shaky. These areas are asking the girl to go out with you, dining at the restaurant, and the good night kiss. Let's start off with the hardest part, asking the girl to go out. Once you have chosen that magic girl, remember this: SHE IS ONLY A GIRL! Don't make her feel any more or less than that. When you finally get up enough nerve to ask her out, look right into her eyes. If you don’t, she might think you were asking someone else out like the girl next to her and then you are in real trouble. Before you ask her, you will be shak- ing like a pair of wind up teeth. So don’t hold her hand or she will feel how drenched your palms are with sweat. When you are asking her, come right out and say it. Don’t use innuendos or play guessing games. If you feel your cheeks begin to quiver and pulsate, and your face feels like it got caught in an elevator, start again and speak clearly and asser- tively right to her. There is nearly nothing worse than asking a girl out and she says What? in reply! Okay, you got her to go out with you. Now what? , you may ask. First, you take your date to dinner. Please try to avoid Burger King! When you are ordering, be sure to order for her first. An example is this: “The lady will have the linguine with white clam sauce and a coke with no ice.” Then you order for yourself. And I will have the lobster thermidor and a tall glass of seven- up. If you are not of age, do not even think about ordering alcohol. If they ask for your identification, you will feel like a complete jerk. Also, when you are about to speak, make certain that you don’t have any food particles stuck in your teeth. It is very appalling. After you finish the meal, offer your date some dessert. They never accept dessert! And don’t forget to leave a generous tip. Perhaps, now, you will go dancing, bowling, or to a movie. When your evening winds down and it’s time to take her home, there is one more thing to remember. This last thing is the good night kiss. Many guys don't even dream of kissing on the first date. However, if you follow my plan, kissing will be no major occurrence. The first thing you do when you pull up in front of her house is turn off the car and take a deep breath. If your heart kee pounding like it is, your date m call a paramedic, thinking that y were having a coronary. Get out the car and walk around to the otf side. Open the car door for h Walk with her to her front door a give her a tiny peck on the che Do not get carried away by maki it a long and passionate one. Th« is nothing more embarrassing th having your date's father cor outside, thinking there is a robt out there, and interrupting y marathon kiss. Not forgetting to s the usual things like I had a v nice time tonight , etc ... you i her you will talk to her tomorrow some how makes girls fall asle faster. Pretty amazing, isn’t it though: you will just remember these thi areas, it can be that easy! So, go out and get her tiger! Oh, a remember: SHE IS ONLY A GIRL! 242 Legerdemain

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'luttered Comer of My Soul iff Suddjian im floating in a sea of ruthless stares; ley pound on my body and engulf my person — m left alone. sople look at me, yet their looks bore holes irough my body and their eyes focus on something lat can’t be seen. eel like screaming and releasing tension — awing all these people’s attention to me — vould thrive on their pity. st I know that I shall remain quiet, silently eeding — My heart shall cry out in unheard pain ;cause of the hurt I feel. ut my life spring will not run dry in this crowded, nely room, and my hurt will be pushed into uttered corners of my soul. Departure Kim Fisher My Room Debra Reese Posters, folders, paper sacks Clips and staples, pins and tacks Books that crowd the dusty shelves Christmas cards of Santa’s Elves Way up high sit baby dolls Leaning on the peach toned walls Purses, coins, matches and tags From trips abroad, lie in bags Empty boxes taking space Torn up shades with hanging lace Animals, Blankets and dust galore Slippers and pillows cover the floor Even though there’s not much space My room is my very own private place. I wake up early this morning. I turn and look out of my window. Sunshine and clouds are there to greet me, and make the day warm and bright. I look around my room at boxes of clothes and clutter which used to have a place in this room of mine. Four years of my life have gone by like one week. Freshman, Sophomore, Junior and Senior years at high school. Friends and Teachers whom I’ll never forget. I stop — I don’t want to cry. Strength is the key. I must be strong, especially today. I dress and go downstairs into the kitchen. “Hi. ‘‘Hi, sleep well?” “Yeah, Okay. What are you cooking?” Eggs, bacon, muffins. Mm, sounds good.” I hate eggs and all of the tradi- tional breakfast foods, but I keep silent. I feel I mustn’t stop my mom’s good intentions. My sister runs into the kitchen and breaks the peaceful calm by asking if she inherits my phone. She doesn’t wait for an answer; she never does. “I promise I’ll pay for the bills and just think — I’ll never be using your phone — I always talk for too long and now that Kim will be gone ...” That did it. My mom ran out of the room crying and muttering words of her sadness. I take over the breakfast, burn the bacon and the whole kitchen looks like a mess. I go up to my room and begin to pack my things. My mom comes in and walks around, outlining the pic- tures, carefully touching the furniture. I can’t believe you’re really going. “Mom, please...” “Sorry.” I keep silent, I can’t let her know how I really feel. She thinks I am almost an adult, a responsible, trustworthy person. I tell her I have to go now, and walk out to the car. Quick, hurried goodbyes because I insist I’m late already. I drive away. About half an hour I begin to think, really think, and reflect on the morn- ing. What an idiot I guess I could have shed a tear or two, it was so hard not to. Strength is the pits! I turn around. I open the door, and stand face to face with my mom. “I forgot something.” I rush into her arms, not feeling embarrassed or ashamed, but rather secure and warm. I did forget something. Legerdemain 243