South New Berlin Central School - Southtown Yearbook (South New Berlin, NY)

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When I asked about Shawn Genung, I kept getting the same answer . . . Huh? I wasn’t sure what this meant but most people went on to say that they wanted to thank Shawn for all of the time and patience he put into the class. When I met him he was in a bad mood because he was in the midst of plan- ning the class meeting. He said that he really hated class meetings. He then tried to sell me thirty gallons of hard cider which he was stuck with because some members of the class would not help him sell it! He said if he could get more cooper ation from the class, he would have more time for his favorite pastime . . . building. I spied Karolyn Graves sitting in a study hall filing her fing emails. It seems her hobby is growing her fingernails. Being a very observant reporter, I noticed beside her a baton. When I asked her how she could twirl with such long fingernails she just replied, Easy man. Easy!” I asked her what she wanted to do in the future and she said, S U C C E E D. I asked her if she was glad to be a senior. I was expecting a quick answer; instead she thought a moment and said that she was glad to be leaving SNB but she would miss some of the people and activities. I encountered Alex Henderson while I was taking a leisurely walk through the woods. I was looking at an unusually shaped mushroom when all of a sudden a voice behind me said, Stick ’em up! I did and fast. Finally, he realized who I was. This must have embarrassed him because he didn’t say much through the interview. For example, he didn’t know what to say when I questioned him about the future and what he expected to be doing. He did say, however, he liked Cindy, football, movies and music. When he was asked what he dis- liked, his reply was homework and losing. I was on my way to my hotel when all of a sudden a horse and rider walked across the road. I stomped on the brakes to find they didn’t work. I was out of control and narrowly missed the horse and rider when suddenly a piece of rope came over my windshield, I felt a jerk, then my car came to a stop. The rider, Brenda Jones, said Howdy! Traveling mighty fast ain’t ya?” I was so thankful, I began asking questions right and left. She likes Pintos, her family, the senior class, helping peo pie, and, oh yes, she likes PIZZA. Then out of the blue she said, I don't like people who show off constantly.” She gave me a lift to the next phone and boy was I sore the next day! Pam Law was in the school library reading. She must have heard me come in, for she said, I’ll be with you in a minute.” I sat down to wait and when she finished I was about to ask her a question when she jumped up and said, There is a game I have to go to. It seemed she liked to watch all sports. During the game I found that she wanted to own a restaurant and make lots of money. When asked what she liked, she quickly replied, Mike. Then, (losing enthusiasm) the Sen •or Class, and sleeping late.” Then she looked me right in the face and said, I dislike two-faced people, losing games, peo- ple who try to run me, and people who try to be someone they aren’t.” I figured I’d better leave now or forever hold my peace. I found Lori Magacs at her home out in her field feeding some ducks. The Sherlock Holmes in me noticed that there were some square pieces of paper on the ground behind her. I asked what they were and she sat right down and folded me a talking fish. The name for this paper-folding is origami. Tak ing the fish as if I wanted it, I started to sit down to continue my interview. As I did, Lori said, Woooooohhhh! Don’t sit there! There's a pricker!” and began to laugh. As I continued to stand, I noticed that the grass was very short; as a matter of fact, the dirt was showing! I soon discovered that Lori likes to mow lawns. She added that as much as she likes spending time in the field, she plans to travel around the world in the future and possibly live in Europe. I met Mary Anne Meade roller skating. She said she couldn't come off the floor because she was getting in shape for the Senior Play in which she was playing a roller derby queen! So I went on the floor with my shoes on because I didn’t know how to roller skate. As I was running along I asked her what she liked. She replied, “Dancing, listening to my stereo,” and with a glint in her eye, being with Randy.” Then all of a sudden I heard a whistle blow and over the loud speaker came. “You with no skates — off the floor!” I had no choice and besides I was tired. As I was going Mary Anne yelled, You didn’t ask what I disliked — I dislike second period S.H., homework, and grouchy people!” 15

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Once upon a time there was a Senior Class at South New Berlin Central School, that called upon me, a professional reporter, to inter view them. After this assignment I was no longer considered to be a professional. In fact the only job I could get was as a dish washer. The first senior I ran across was Dan Avolio. He was digging a hole in his lawn, which seemed strange to me since I know Dan is from the city. I inquired as to why he was digging and he said he was look- ing for earthworms. This led me to believe that he was going fishing. I asked if he had time to talk, but he said, “NO, I am going fishing and the fish can’t wait! While he was picking up the last few worms, I found that he also liked to play football and paint houses. Then, off he raced to “catch the big one.” I encountered Rita Cassidy over at the Barr Y. She was canoeing in the pool. I asked her why she wasn't canoeing in the pond. She said, “There's seaweed in there and I hate seaweed!” I didn't press the point and going on with my questions I found that in the future she wants a career in business. When asked what she liked, she replied, “Bill and light blue parakeets. Come on. I’ll show you my parakeet. I wasn't very enthused about seeing a bird, but I did want to finish the interview. When we got to the bird, Rita tried to make it talk for me. I was expecting “Polly wants a cracker or “Hello,” but much to my surprise the bird didn't say anything, it just fell asleep! I stopped at the main office to inquire as to where Deb Dalrymple could be found. They told me it was lunch time so she would be in the cafeteria. I didn’t know what she looked like, so I asked. I was told she had brown hair and was wearing jeans. It wasn't much of a lead, but SNB isn’t a very large school. When I got to the cafeteria I found out that she had gone home to watch her favorite soap opera. Being a persistent reporter, I went to her house. As I arrived at the door, I was nearly knocked down by a girl in a red dress with a big fuzzy hairdo. As I later found out. Deb had changed both her clothes and her hairdo during lunch hour, as usual. She couldn’t stop, because she was on her way to meet Wyatt's great grandmother, one of her favorite people. I approached Jacob deGlee, alias Jake, Dutch, Dutchman, Flying Dutchman, Tree and or Legs (take your pick). He was in the midst of doing his English homework, which seemed to have put him in a bad mood. I thought I might be able to cheer him up by offering him some candy, but to my surprise he refused very bluntly by saying, “I hate CHOCOLATE! Come to think of it. I'm not too crazy about home work, red lights or reporters either. When I explained that I had to interview him, he told me that he liked basketball and running the projector in Physics. He also told me that he had plans for furthering his education and then went running out to go home and milk the cows. I came upon Linda Farrell on a dairy tour to various farms. She was in the middle of demonstrating how to milk a cow, when all of a sudden a lady in the crowd started yelling out smart remarks to her. Linda became very upset and began to yell back. This didn’t stop the lady, so Linda yelled louder. Finally the lady became so infuriated that she left. When the barn door slammed behind her, I noticed Linda had a big smirk on her face, which I later found was because she loved to win arguments. Her brother Art, who was helping in the barn. poked his head around the corner then and hollered, “Every one clear out. . . we're turning the cows loose, so I left. Dorothy Fredrickson was next on my agenda to interview. I found her in the Art Room painting. The picture was of a New England vil- lage. I found out that she wants her own artist's shop in one of the New England states. As we went on talking, I found out that she likes old movies from the 20's to the 50's and watching TV. By this time the bell had rung and she had to go take some pictures for the year- book. It’s no wonder that her class and school are proud of her for winning her art award. She also said that she enjoyed talking to her teachers because they care about the students. 14

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Interviewing Ravi Mehrotra was quite an experience. After practically every word I spoke, he corrected me. It seemed like hours before I even got in the first question, and then I had a hard time asking him questions that began with the word, ‘How.'' Every time I would start the question he would inter rupt me by raising his hand and saying “Peace! I was going to say something about it but then I thought it might be an Indian custom! I knew he must play a sport having to do with a racket because when we shook hands I almost lost mine! I was right, he played tennis and was very good at it. He beat me ten games in a row! I didn’t have to find Tom Norwood, he ran into me instead . right under the traffic light in S.N.B. That's when I real- ized his nickname ““CRASH, really fit him. While waiting for the tow truck, he gave me some advice. He told me to watch out for trees that like to step out in front of your car. . . They hurt! I took the advice with a gram of salt and tried to change the subject. Finally I spotted a dog in the back of his car sleep ing in a sleeping bag. When I mentioned it Tom began to laugh and said, ““That’s Scanper! He might not look like much, but he is a good dishwasher. At that point, the truck came and I was hauled away! I saw Kelly Rogers at a party given in honor of liver. I really don’t know why she was there because she told me she hated liver. On the other hand, I didn’t know why I was there either because I hated liver too! I didn’t get much information from her because she just kept saying, ““That's high, or Stay cool. However, I did find out that she wanted to go into the Air Force sometime in the future. I was touring BOCES when I ran into Al Russell. He was in the Food Services section. Al was cooking something that smelled delicious. When I asked what it was he said, oven- fried octopus. Want some? I told him I had just eaten lunch and wasn't hungry. I don't think he believed me because he replied, “‘You can lead a person to food but you can’t make him eat. This stunned me for a second, but then, coming from a horse lover like Al, it could be expected. I was innocently watching a football game at the school when all of a sudden a football came straight at me. I didn’t know what to do so I caught it and then threw it back to one of the players. Fred Swift, the player who caught it, ran for a touchdown, which happened to be the winning one. After the game Fred came over to me and said, Thanks, we needed that! Then he gave me a pat on the back which put me on the ground. I didn’t want to say anything about it for fear of my life, so I began with the interview. He said that he liked any- thing but English and 340’s. Then he turned and said, See you round chump! Tammy Tilbe wasn’t in school. I found her at her home in Holmesville. She was in the process of hanging out her laun- dry when I arrived. Just as she put the last shirt on the line a bell rang and she dashed into her trailer. It seemed she had a cake in the oven and it had to come out before it burned. Being a super reporter I noticed all sorts of craft materials around. I asked her if she had made them and as I expected, she had. She was especially proud of her sewing. She was showing me an outfit she had made when another bell rang. She apologized for the interruption, but the bell was her sig- nal to leave for school. I found Joe White in the Math Room. He was pondering over what seemed to be an identity. Thinking I would help him, I showed him how to do it. Then he turned around to me and said, I don’t like obnoxious people. Anyway, you’re wrong. I knew I was right, but he kept telling me I was wrong, so to change the subject I asked him about his plans (future). He said he wanted to graduate from college and move to Alaska or out West, as he said, It doesn’t make much difference. Then he said that he had to get studying because he had a good tip that there was going to be a sur prise test next period and he was going to be ready for a change. 16