St Francis de Sales High School - Accolade Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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nadiant with |oy. Homecoming queen Mitch Remynse and her escort Bruce Smith hear the news of her victory. Photo by J. McCartney It ' s more than just classes Sometimes it just sits there. Stagnant. Hibernating. Like a solitary figure in a dim senior lounge watching the cars and trucks rush down Bancroft. Alone. Quiet. But it ' s still there, deep inside. It tries to escape in each hopeful sigh, each nervous fidget. It just needs to be awakened. Other times it gushes forth. It ' s contagious. It overflows. It knows no bounds. Like the heavy metal of a Rize Band dance. Or a Homecoming parade complete with tanks, an antique fire engine, and an Indy 500 Pace Car. Or a Liturgy of Initiation for a friend. Living. Electric. Ever-present. The fizz is here. Alive at SFS. This section is dedicated to its life — the Student Life at St. Francis. It portrays some of the events, both monumental and mundane, that express a Knight ' s unique character. It ' s for you. You ' re the star. DRIVING HIS WAY TO THE BASKET, Mike Nicholson ' 85 weaves his way through the crowd in hopes of keeping his teams drive alive. Photo by J Pierce Student Life 7

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J l p f l The anxiety of the first day left him Scared To Death The pain in the stom- ach increases to enor- mous proportions. The sweat begins to bead on his face. It ' s clear to all. He ' s petrified. He ' s afraid to admit it, but it ' s obvious. He ' s a freshman. And it ' s regis- tration day. His heart beats, even begins to pound, with trepidation. Anxiety doesn ' t rage as strongly among the sophomores, juniors, or seniors, though. They ' ve become immune to the day that marks the end of the summer — registra- tion day. Ahhhh recall the day. New teachers are given the once over. Her- itages are cursed be- cause a last name begins 8 Rcgistration with Z. Patience is lost because of a misunder- standing. The wrong line is stood in for twenty min- utes, the mistake never being realized until it ' s too late. Debates rage as to who WRGT and HPKN are. Muscles tire as 50 pounds of books are lugged from the fee line to a locker. Moms open locks for the first time, oblivious to any protests. Armpits sweat as suit coats and ties find their way back into a ward- robe. Friends grow taller. Minds wander aimlessly as the same introduc- tory speeches are toler- ated. Smiles are forced as Doc snaps the infamous ID picture. Jibes are tossed about because one schedule is over- loaded with initials like STKR, GULD, KLZR, and MCRT. The freedom of sum- mer slowly ticks away. Ever so slowly. And there ' s nothing to be done. It ' s going. Ever so slooooowlyyyyy.D — Tom Dillon r re ou in my class? Who is Brtn? The freshmen ask each other these questions upon receiving their schedules. Photo by J. Pierce. Or ' ne, two five! And more corning. Freshman George Har- rington begins to understand the workload associated with a college prep school. Photo by J. Pierce. atience is a virtue well practiced by these sophomores as they wait for Mr. Schroeder to check bus cards and issue ID ' s. Photo by J. Pierce.