St Ignatius High School - Ignatian Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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11:47 A.M. Classes are in progress. Let's take a look, neighbors ... B-Man, faster than a rapid dismissal procedure, distributes the SI ML. And the comeback player is ... Biff barks to a class of maladjusted introverts, Alright you maggots, let's get this show on the road. Fr. Larry Ober, S.J., gives his students some wild sense of the Spanish Reconquista. Yes, Isabella really did give birth in midbattle. The Great Santini premiers at the Skerl-film-festival. Remember, Christian Manhood is NOT a contradiction of terms. And Mr. Bob Ward teaches. Left: While studying Chemistry, Tony Di Giacomo keeps an eye out for flying debris from an In-class experiment. With good study habits and budgeting of time, students can even contemplate the existence of the mole. Divider 25

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Right: A devious smile crosses Mr. Paul Kobe's face when he realizes that an unsuspecting freshman Is talking In class. Freshmen realize that talking In class Is not tolerated In high school as It was In grade school. Below: Laid-back and easy-going, Andrew Ament decides to relax for a while. Even a moment of relaxation In a hectic day can be a haven tor freshmen sick and tired of work. Comizig of Age Nothing lower in this world exists than being a freshman, I thought to myself as I went to class again. A freshman is a nonentity, pondscum, a mere creature of ignominy. This day, however, would prove different. I actually knew all of my fellow classmates' names (of course, this was only the first day of the second semester); and 1 finally had gotten into a groove. First period: Off to the wonderful world of history, I went. From the Egyptians, to the Romans, to the World Wars, 1 ventured back in time in Mr. Egan's time machine. Today, sporting his new clean-cut look, he administered the boat torture to another one of his students who had fallen asleep. Second period: I trekked six floors to reading class. Out-of-breath and out-of-my-mind, I limped into the room. After regaining my strength, I employed my speed-reading tactics to tackle Mr. Pasko's favorite novel, Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury, in less than ten minutes. Wow. Third period: I sauntered to the new w'ing and to Algebra class. Today, J successfully used the quadratic formula in factoring an equation of the second degree. As a consequence, Mr Antonelli didn't make me do pushups. Fourth period: I ate a school lunch at the request of Fr. Styles. Yummie. Fifth period: I mastered the ablative of means in Latin class. Boy, that Mr. De Vinne goes fast! Sixth period: 1 gave another impromptu speech. This time, it was an informative one: the role of the pituitary gland at the onset of puberty. Mr. Buzzelli seemed to be especially interested. Seventh period: 1 got my first glimpse of Shakespeare, in his comedy The Merchant of Venice; and 1 successfully recited ten lines of Shylock's. But unfortunately, Fr. Streicher insisted on preaching his bible, Correct Writing, for the rest of the class. Eighth period: I meditated in Mr. Corrigan's theology class. The past day was truly exciting. High school is tough, but I think I'm going to make it—unless Commando Flando nabs me for something “not in the student guidelines. As you and 1 know, Ignorance is no excuse for breaking the rule. My mind wandered on and off (mostly off) through engrossing facts in Church Ecumenism. I couldn't wait to get to Vatican II. I was so deep into my nap—er ... um concentration that I dreamed that Mr. Corrigan gave me a detention. I have forty-five minutes more of deep reflection. I wish school was everyday. Wake up all freshmen! High school is real and you're in jug. 26 Academics