Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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In night drivers ed class, we see films about young people on drugs who, distracted by colored sound waves spurt- ing fronn the radio, drive into trees and brick walls. The frustration and boredonn pays off in the end when we finally clutch those pink slips we have worked so hard for. Our first night out with the family car, we panic over a flat tire at a party. ARE SCHOLARSHIPS BEING GIVEN AWAY SO SOON? THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT: MY FRIENDS WINNING WITH HONORS. . . We emerge victorious Junior year at the Homecoming game, with our Jaws float leading the others with first place. We faithfully support our ice hockey team that comes from behind to win at Ridge Arena and proceeds to Boston garden to lock horns with Acton-Boxboro. Our class becomes the richest in the High School as a result of our superbly staged Junior Variety Show. The confu- sion, disorganization and opening-night jitters are relieved upon hearing the thunder of applause just for us. The formality and properness of the Junior Prom is complemented by the enjoyable relaxation of College Pond and the beach on the day after. Posed, stilted and uncomfortable, we sit for our Senior portraits with our backs straight, straight, and straighter still! COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIP AWARDS. I CAN ' T BELIEVE I ' M ALMOST THERE. . . SAT ' s and College Boards are sweated out in the early weeks of Senior year. We question our entrance eligibilities as College Admissions Applications are received, pondered over, and mailed away with only minutes to spare before deadline date. We hope, pray, and breathe a heavy sigh of relief when the acceptance slip is finally held in our hands. We confidently display our 1 Senior float at the football game after the wildest Homecoming Week the school has ever seen. The team ' s clean sweep proves that victory is more than a ' feeling in our bones ' . TIME TO GET IN LINE. ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS, MY DIPLOAAA BEHER BE SIGNED. FOUR YEARS SPENT IN THIS PLACE, AND I ' M JUST ABOUT OUT. BUT WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE? WILL I MAKE IT IN COLLEGE? WILL I BE SUCCESSFUL IN MY CAREER? I ' M SO NERVOUS MY HANDS ARE SHAKING. WHAT IF I TRIP GOING DOWN THE STEPS? . . . The graduate accepts his diploma, descends from the platform, and returns to his chair. As he settles back into his seat, a look of contentment and self-satisfaction washes over his face — and he casually turns his tassel. 7