Stitt Junior High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (New York, NY)

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NO CHANGES MADE Gee! I hope it turns out all right, whispered Joyce to herself as she hurried- ly combed her hair. She hated to admit it even to herself, but she did hope that Mom and Dad wouldn't act as they usually did at her parties. Joyce had tried again and again to dis- cuss the problem tac tfully with them, but gosh! How are you going to tell your own parents that you think they act much too young for their age ? Couldn't they be dignified like other parents ? Must they be silly and foolish, constantly trying to act like teenagers? How are you going to tell your dad how silly it looks when he acts like a fifteen-year old and dances with your girl friends ? Well, no matter how hard it was to tell them, it had to be told in exac tly two hours. She was not going through another night of embarrasment! Firmly and erectly, she walked into the living room, where she stood looking at them for a moment. They looked perfect- ly normal now, Dad reading the paper, Mom sewinga seam in her dress. Why did they become teenage rebels at a party? Mom. . ..Dad could I talk to you a moment? Dadput downhis paper and Mom looked up. Well, here goes, thought Joyce, It's ., . . it's about the party tonight, she stam- mered. You're. . .You're not going to act like you usually do at parties are you? Whatdo you mean? they both seemed to ask with their eyes. Joyce decided to blurt it out, I mean you're not going to go around telling those girls about what you wore when you were our age, are you Mom? In short you're not going to act one third you age are you? Joyce looked at her parents' faces and saw on them truly hurt expressions. Then they looked at each other and almost in unison said, No, Joyce, no we won't. Well, Joyce though as she served the punch, so far, so good. Mom and Dad haven't said a word. I hated to hurt them yso, but I had to. 49 Just then her closest friend approac ed her eagerly and quickly, with a question mark written all over her face. What happened to your parents tonight, Joyce? she said. What do you mean? asked Joyce won- deringly. Well, they were always so much fun, not like the other parents, but young and lively. Tonight they look different. What happened ? This hit Joyce like a bomb. Oh. . .oh nothing at all, Joyce quickly answered, and in another lmoment she was near her parents, explaining and apologizing. What a fool she had been. She didn't want to change her parents. They were great just the way they were. Randa Moscovitz 9 -304.

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PARENTS All of our parents always try, To be very good to us, Try not to get them angry, And do not make a fuss. Parents are so lovable, They are so good and kind, Don't expect them to be perfect, For no one is, you'll find. When your parents tell you something, Do what they say to do, Don't tell them that it isn't fair, Make them proud of you. All parents should be treated well, You may be one some day, too, Every parent does his best, To bring happiness to you. Elaine Goodman, 7-427 I'd like to be a parent, If only for a day, To show that sometimes parents, Can be wrong in many ways. It isn't that they don't love us, Or try to be mean, But they're often so oldafashioned, It makes you want to scream. For instance, we like music, That has a little beat, And we think Rock 8: Roll Can sweep you off your feet, But as you tip-toe over To the record you have chose, You are suddenly reminded, That your father wants to doze. In this and many other ways, Our parents get our goats, And yet as I mention this I think I ought to note, That without our parents We would not be here today, To point out all their errors, And criticize their ways. Randa Moscovitz, 9-304

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