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

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ADMINISTRATION “ jfbjrj ; the: adffllttiStfa- tion is in the hands of the many and not of the few.?! — Thucydides

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REFLECTIONS One person looks into a pond and sees reflections; a science student remembers ripple tanks and the spec- trum. One person looks into a mirror and sees reflections; a science student remembers angle of incidence equals an- gle of reflection. I look at the members of this senior class and reflect on the physical, social, and intellectual changes that have occurred . . . I remember when you came to take the entrance ex- ams. I remember when you came into my chem class and into my office to work — what small, quiet, eager people you were. Today you are taller than I am. You are mature, knowl- edgeable and voluble. You have social grace. You are not afraid to show your wit, your intelligence and your in- volvement. Then I reflect upon the fact that you are embarking on your next beginning — when you again begin to wonder and worry about your ability — but I have no worry about you — I have seen you succeed and know that you will again. When you reflect on it — you also know that you will do well. Murray Kahn Assistant Principal I awoke from a fitful sleep to a cold and dreary Febru- ary morning, the year 1947. Those familiar “butterflies” had been busy all night, a relentless reminder that I was soon to embark on an odyssey to a school far from home. The journey, which would take a little less than an hour and a half by trolley, subway, and foot, made for a particularly long day, given the odd class scheduling which did not provide me with a lunch period. School was divided into two sessions. My first class began at 12:49 PM. and my last ended at .5:20 P.M. As I walked to the trolley, I raised the collar of my pea coat to shield my face from the wind. The thought of eating dinner at 7:00 PM. elicited an impolite grumble from my stomach. I arrived at school unscathed, only to face an even greater trail: To write an essay of “EXACTLY” 100 words. A single word, more or less, would result in a grade of “0”. Could all this be worth it? After two weeks, I answered in the negative, and with mixed feelings, transferred from Stuyvesant to my local high school. Ev- ery so often I think back to those days, and wonder how my life would have been different had I remained. The graduates of the class of 1987 are fortunate. You will not have had to wonder, “What if . . . ?” Each and every day, you will have the opportunity to experience what it means to have been a Stuyvesant graduate. Best wishes for a happy and healthy future. Harold M. Lehrman Assistant Principal ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL Harold Lehrman

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