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

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Left: These three billygoats enjoy R G R in the gruff as they carefully scan the area for the troll under the bridge. The migratory patterns of these high altitude mammals yearly retrace the paths of Hannibal and his elephants in the Second Punic War. Above: Michelangelo's David stands pensive in innocent, adolescent assurance. His awkward, oversized right hand cradles the stone; his left shoulders the slingshot. He is ready. Left Steve Lavelle and John McNulty catch some of the Pope's skin as he strolls through his Vatican City. Each student in turn shook 'John Paul's hand and received his blessing. Theology in Europe 29

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AWAY FROM HOME «------ Mr. Jim Hogan insisted on something more Christian than Hardbodies. 99 Above: Among the magnificent sculptures of Versailles crouches this scythe-wielding creation. The Blind Man. Students spent a day exploring the gardens and palace of France's royalty. urope. the land of opportunity: Paris. London, Rome, and the Bavarian Motor Works. The continent across the Atlantic seemed so far away. The only exposure that I had to Europe was Chevy Chase's movie. It was pretty funny. But besides that, all I knew about Europe was that the Nile was its largest river. And so it was the summer of my junior year that I was given the opportunity to cross the Atlantic. I could actually go to Europe for the low price of $2,100. The best thing about it was that I could go there for credit. Not extra, just credit. The Theology Department was offering a summer program to visit Europe for eighteen days. That's seventeen nights for you and me. So. equipped with a suitcase and $500 to spend. I boarded the plane. And nodded off to never, never land. I slowly slipped from the grasp of sleep's warm and comforting arms. I realized that I was not at home. But where was I? Some strange man in muscle-T's had my passport. I saw who was sitting in front of me. It was Tod Christensen, the big tight-end for the Raiders. What was he doing here? And that's Geoff Neri. My dream had become a nightmare. Oh. of course! The theology trip! That was Mr. James Skerl sitting in front of me, not Tod Christensen. The plane trip lasted forever. I sat cramped next to Steve Lavelle. wondering when the movie would be shown. It was either Rambo I or Death Wish IV. I wanted to see Hardbodies. but Mr. Jim Hogan, our chaperone, insisted on something more Christian. So we watched Over the Top starring Sylvester Stallone. When we finally landed in Munich. Germany. I had already downed ten packs of chewing gum, seventeen containers of Tic-Tacs, and several cases of gobstoppers. I always believed a man needs a balanced diet. In Munich, we visited the prison of Dachau. Talk about emotional roller coaster. I knew already that this trip was going to be special. Witnessing the horror firsthand chilled my spine. I was glad to leave that place. And fast. I never before had come so close to history. And this was theology class. We travelled the world. In England, we visited London and Canterbury. In Italy, we went to the landmarks of Florence. Venice. Rome, and of course Vatican City. We saw the Pope. He was great. We fled to the Tower in Paris and the Mountains in Geneva. God was indeed in nature. As I sat in my seat listening to the engine, my mind slipped the surly bonds that confined my body to this earth. And I began to relive my most recent wanderings. Oh. Muse. I saw the green and misty mountains that surround Switzerland as well as the twisted steel fences that surround Dachau. I recalled the majesty of a castle built on the whim of an insane king and the sobering splendor of churches built by generations of faithful paupers. I watched thousands of people strain their every sinew to the max. just to see the Pope. And I saw those thousands walk by a starving child in the streets. I beheld the Pieta and the Mona Lisa from behind glass because people have tried to destroy them. And I saw myself for the first time. 28 A Day in the Life

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lET'S FRY THE KID u Want to try them on? Your nose is pretty big. I don’t know if one’ll fit. --------- Right Thinking he ha the system beat. Brandan Carr beam from ear to ear. Bolero tics do not quite qualify for the everyday wide tie. he shifty English teacher slides unnoticed behind the unwary student. And it is then that the sinister pedagogue confronts the pupil with the fact that he is wearing no socks. NO SOCKS! Let's fry the kid. MacAlister. where are your socks? ! I have them. sir. See. MacAlister lifted up his pant legs for all to see. What they saw did not please the teacher. A couple chuckles arose as MacAlister showed his teeny-weeny socks, the kind with the little bobs on the ends. “Those aren't socks. Those are nosewarmers! barked the teacher. Do you want to try them on? Your nose is pretty big. I don't know if one will fit. Maybe you should try them on your ... ” retorted McAlister. The temperature in the room immediately rose. Along with the teacher's blood pressure. The class was up in arms and McAlister was up the creek. OUT! OUT! GET OUT! the teacher yelled. This and thousands of other incidents of student abuse happen each year due to most dress code violations. You know, those silly old rules that make the U.N. Charter seem like a short story. Those silly old rules that made the species Denim jacketus extinct. Those silly old rules that stripped all pants of side pockets. But no matter what they do. they never can stop all the new trends. Not even Commando. Everybody gets away with a minor infraction here and there. For those avid skiers, the turtleneck shirt is illegally worn with a sweater. As Mr. Flandera has so hopefully pointed out. turtle neck shirts are not turtleneck sweaters. Remember there is a fine line between genius and insanity. For those Gap devotees, the Levi Dockers are a big hit. A cross between corduroy and denim, these slacks have given Madewells a run for their money. They look and feel just like jeans. Probably because they are. For the lazy at heart, unlaced is the in thing to do. It's not that I can't tie my new Bloochers. It's that I don't want to. Hey. girls have strapless; we might as well have laceless. For those Cybil Shepherd worshippers, black Reebok runners are the wheels to wear. Not only does it look like a tennis shoe, it feels like a tennis shoe. Running up the stairs and across campus is made easy with these jet-setters. But what can be done to quell the recent inmate uprising and restore decorum and order back into this fine institution? (Remember there is a fine line between genius and INSANITY.) Waiter, check please. Anyone who is anyone is in on the act. Mr. Flandera has pant checks. Mr. Kobe has belt checks, and Mr. Michals has x-rated jockstrap checks. 30 A Day in the Life