Stuyvesant High School - Indicator Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I cn Z o h-1 H O W h4 Ph W AN ODYSSEY OF REFLECTIONS Trying to write about reflections, we ran into a problem: How are we to reflect on behalf of 771 seniors? Our own efforts would knock off two reflections, so with 769 to go, we asked our boss. She remem- bered her mother keeping her in on Friday nights. She’s never been to a Stuyvesant dance. Her loss. We walked out of the room and passed two members of the speech team being spoken to by Mr. Bau- mel. They yawned and we took that as their reflections. We thought about asking Mr. Baumel for his re- flections, but space was a consider- ation. We proceeded down the hall and visited the Tarot Astrology Cult. By virtue of the moon card, Mr. X predicted a victory for SE- NIOR SING and the Boston Red Sox. So far, 0 for 1. With 765 more to go, we stopped by the West Cafeteria. The Presi- dent of the Chess Club complained about ping pong balls knocking over pieces on crucial moves, “Even when they don’t ruin the game, they’re an awful distraction. But otherwise I like Stuyvesant.” In a corner of the West Cafe, we found three people playing poker, one of whom was winning all the money. He told us that doing well at Stuyvesant was like winning at cards, all you had to do was “con- centrate and cheat like hell.” The other two players reached into their pockets and we thought it was a good time to visit the gym. As we walked towards the door, a distinctive odor reached us and we 18

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realized they weren’t folk-dancing inside. On the mats, a crowd ofll wrestlers in headgear was watch- ing the coach demonstrate tech- nique on a senior unfortunate enough still to be on Junior Varsity. After he had been turned upside- down by the neck but just before he burned his face on the mat, he was able to tell us, “it’s all in the hips.” Only 762 reflections left and feel- ing confident with our progress, we took the stairs down to the stage where we came upon a plethora of seniors working behind the scenes of this year’s production. An art di- rector told us she spent her time trying to get the paint out from un- der her nails and a sound manager told us he had learned at Stuyve- sant that the totality of the uni- verse’s most pressing existential questions could be understood in terms of a four-letter word begin- ning with “B”. Amidst all the confusion and mulling about, one stage squad member stood tall with his power drill poised and though he ad- mitted, “it was a sad day when we lost cable TV,” he assured us that “squad is still a family and a happy one at that.” In the auditorium, we caught a bit of play rehearsal and managed to ask one senior star for her thoughts. She said she didn’t have too many, but expressed her confi- dence in the play’s success. When asked why, the young thespian said, “Because of me”. It was getting late with 758 se- niors yet to reflect, so we left the auditorium and ran into a debater. -------------------—--------i