South Windsor High School - Centurion Yearbook (South Windsor, CT)

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The straggling latecomers finally make their way up the slopes from the parking lot into the world of academics. ntroduction The calm of the hallway lies waiting for the mob of students to return for yet another day. PR

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Before The Sun’s School is like Coca-Cola It adds life.” . . . Susan Point er (jun.) School is a bowl of nuts Everyone in it is cracked.” . Stefan Klein (sr.) “Enjoy it now, soon it will all be a dream.” . . . Sal Cicero (sr.) “Take it easy, would ya? You already spent more time in driving school than you have in high school!” . . . Billy Mann (jr.) 6:00 a.m. BZZZZZZZZZZ! UNHGNNN! Click. BZZZ- HMMNNN 6:09 a.m. BZZZZZZZZ! Oh Hell! God I hate mornings; what with it be¬ ing so early in the day and all, with its chilled air and cold floors, also that crusty stuff on your eyes and pasty film in your mouth. I’ll never understand how, close to twelve hundred teenagers submit to this torture put upon them by those authori¬ tarian adults called the Board of Education. I thought teenagers were supposed to rebel against authority. Oh well, on with the story. Creak. I never know if that is my bed or my joints making that sound. Scuff scuff scuff. Ever notice how it is impossible to lift your knees right after you wake up? Skweeek. Shshshshshsh. AAIIIEEEE!! Skweeek skweeek. AHHHHHH. One thing that always fascinates me is the tendency for shower water to come out ice cold, no matter where you set the dial. Speaking about showers, they must be one of the greatest inventions given to students. They have the abili¬ ty to take a lifeless hunk of flesh, with about as much intelligence as a piece of celery, and trans¬ form it into something that can grasp even the most fleeting concepts like; homeroom will be extended, and the order of peri¬ ods will be F-D-B-G-E-C-A. Of course this state of mind does not last long because of the exis¬ tence of a phenomenon known as first period. But I was talking about mornings. Schzzzzz. Those of you that do not use hairdryers, but the freeze dry method will just have to bear with me for the moment. Schzzzzz. Okay. Shht. Shht. Zzzzzzp. Being a guy I only know wh at putting on pants sounds like, so all you women out there forgive my ig¬ norance. If I am lucky, and re¬ member to do the laundry, I get to choose from a selection of clean clothes. Believe it or not, this does happen most of the time. Usually my clothes even match. Not to say that they have to. At least thirty percent of the student body, and at least one teacher, do not seem to think so. Thump thump thump thump. Click. Rrrrrt. Whoops! Click. Rrrrrt. Whump. Click. Rrrrrt. Slam. I cannot remember a day when I didn’t forget some¬ thing. The main problem with that is that eighty percent of those times I was already at school when I remembered I for¬ got it. This is where being a se¬ nior pays off, if you have a car of course. You could always drive home during your least interest¬ ing class and retrieve your be¬ loved possession if it was abso¬ lutely necessary. Tch. Wumpph. Shht. Rvrrrooom rvoom. Skreeech. You know, it is wonderful how our minds can sort all our priori¬ ties. We have a distinct knack for determining what is most im¬ portant and what is not. For ex¬ ample, all the stop signs some¬ one has taken great care to place at busy intersections, and the very fair and reasonable speed limits, posted for our and fellow drivers’ safety, hold about as much value as a plumber tell¬ ing me that the brown spots on my skin are calcium deposits, and that I should see his cousin, a gypsy, to remove them with a dead rat. All I know is that if I am late to A period, I am going to have to walk back from Wap- ping in forty degree weather to get a pass from the office, and then walk back to Wapping just in time to thaw out in the last five minutes of class before go¬ ing back to the High School for B period. Rvroomm— Tch. Slamm. Trudge trudge trudge. Oh well, might as well get it over with. Introduction

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Ken Smith is training to be a homekeeper in his D period foods class. A Touch Of Class “Smaller classes are always more effective.” . . . Mr. Pen¬ nell and Mrs. Gorman “Sitting in the middle of a boring math class listening to the senior citizens square dancing- its not really the dis¬ traction I mind, its the mu¬ sic.” . . . Julie Poucher (jr) “Its impossible to take a math test with the band playing next door.” . . . Beth Ritten- band (sr) “Trying to explain to my teachers that I am late be¬ cause I was walking behind a slow teacher.” . . . Marie Brathwaite (soph) “I can’t wait until I graduate with the class of ’87.” . . . Michelle Pourior (sr) “1 hate walking to Wapping in the rain.” . . . Carla Jacobsen Or) “Did you guys hear the warn¬ ing bell?” . . . Robyne Back- man (sr) W hy do we come to school? The answer is simple. To learn, right? Okay, how do we learn? That’s also simple. We learn by going to class. Ah ha! Too bad it isn’t that simple. Classes come in all dif¬ ferent shapes and sizes, emo¬ tions and attitudes, curriculums and colors, and mazes and monsters. To start off with there is En¬ glish, the only course you have to take every day of your high school career. For your first three years, you take what they give you, but come Senior year you get to decide what to take! This year they even gave us an¬ other choice, the Journalism Graphic Arts class. This is the class where students actually have to keep track of the weeks so they know which room they have to be in. One week you could be in the computer room in Wapping, the next week you would go to the Graphics room in the High School. Mathematics is always a fun class. Nowhere else could you learn a foreign language with a calculator. The world of algebra was very educational. It showed me that you could have a mile long problem and end up with nothing. Geometry came next, Euclidian of course. Now I know that no matter what direction I am going in, and hundreds of people are blocking me at right angles, there is at least one per¬ son with parallel thoughts. Along came Trigonometry, sometimes the angle of depres¬ sion was equivalant to my angle of interest. But it did tell me that even though I am looking for the sine to theta, I should figure out if my coordinates are correct. Ah, Calculus! As the limit of un¬ derstanding approaches confu¬ sion, the function of my brain equals sleep. The Science field is subdi¬ vided into biological and physi¬ cal sciences. Everyone loves the biological ones, you get to cut things up and poke around in¬ side them for a while. I favor the physical science more, though. There is that ever lurking thought of being a scientist that finally develops the warp drive, null-gravity field, or the space fold system for more efficient space travel. The guys at NASA are going about it all wrong. There is no way you can devel¬ op a faster-than-light drive using combustion. Social Studies would be one of the best categories, except for the mandatory class of U.S. History. If I had to pick one course from my entire acedemic life that I would not want to take it would be Bricklaying: A Study in Mortar. U.S. History comes in second. The other classes are extremely fascinating. I enjoyed Psychology myself, finding out how the brain and mind work. I figure if I can do that for a nor¬ mal person I can second-guess myself. I could never forget gym, oops, sorry, physical education. That has to be the most mislead¬ ing title, education? Where? All I heard was, “Here is the ball, you know what to do with it.” I was thinking about the credits for gym a while ago. How come we only get one quarter of a credit for a class we take every six days? Last I heard two divided by six is one third. I should have been done with gym last year. Nah, probably not, they will just raise the required credits again anyway. This is only a sample of every¬ thing one student goes through during his four year sentence. I mean four years of character building and growing maturity that is High School. introduction