Thomas Jefferson High School - Aurora Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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This noise has attracted the librarian, and as she comes towards him, like a hunter stalking prey, he quickly slides among the stacks to make a realistic pretense at tracking down a book. Besides the stacks, there are books on various sub- jects lining the walls that some students compare to pad- ding in a cell. However, these books serve various func- tions besides providing copy material Cand I mean copy! J for a book report or term sheet. Why, what other shape or object could successfully conceal your copying of your friend's Trig homework without being noticed? And for covering the mouth while relating some juicy gossip- Need I say more? However, if you should be careless enough to sit at a badly situated table, you soon find that the aforemen- tioned tactics are impossible. The librarian can then see directly over your unprotected shoulder. Woe unto you if she sees you busily engaged in anything but formal library procedure. But the worst catastrophe that could occur is to be caught sneaking a peek at the term sheets. However, despite the remarks and fun poked at the library, it still remains a valuable source of material neces- sary for successful completion of a student's work. Nadine Weiner , l

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I4 X NO ONE AT WORK x Mix hx!! ll A ML 1 Z i Qin if I 1 WDA f s , l?f While most libraries are noted pri- - 1: XR in marily for their books, Jelferson,s library XX QX contains a unique feature besides its Xp X' grandiose volumes-its door. At first glance it appears like any other ordinary door-it has a door-knob that doesn't open on the hrst turn and is inevitably posted with Closed', when you need its services most. If you approach the door and kick it, nothing happens Cto the door, that isgj but just you try opening it! Suddenly from out of nowhere a gust of air arises and sweeps you and everything under its portals into the library! This windy phenomenon occurs at any part of the day and blows indiscriminately on teacher and student alike. By now realizing the futility of fighting this blast, you agree to have yourself blown against a sign which reads: f'Leave all books on the shelff, An obedient freshie immediately surrenders everything quite willinglyg but a senior casually stulfs his sweater front making a con- spicuous bulge and nonchalantly passes the girls at the desk. Rapidly he glances at the tables and decides which one best obscures the librarian. He selects a magazine, flips through the pages, and his reading now done, dumps it with a thud into the magazine rack.

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F RUSTRATICN Ever since the first day I entered Jefferson, I have asked myself this question over and over again: Who invented Freshmen? All I know is that Freshman year in high school is filled with mayhem, mishaps, and miseries. It seems as if a Freshman has the potential for committing idiotic blunders. The following are some of my painful experiences. My first dreadful mistake was one which has happened to all of us. I walked into a classroom thinking it to be my Math room. I innocently took a seat and prepared myself for the forthcoming torture-I mean lesson. I suddenly got the feeling that people were staring at me. I looked up and found myself peering into the face of a huge monster with a senior pin gaily decorating his shirt. Slowly the realization came to me that I was in the wrong room. I hurriedly gathered my belongings and ran out of the room with the words 'fFreshman burning in my ears. My next faux pas I guess is not likely to occur to just anyone. I un- knowingly wandered into the boys, locker room thinking it to be the girls'. The screams of horror and the ripples of laughter quickly awakened me to the fact that I had made another error and I madly made a dash to the exit. I could still hear them all calling out Freshie. My next experience was the coup de grace Cfinal blow if you haven't taken Frenchj. This occurred in the lunchroom. Boy, a person would think that the lunchroom was a place for nourishing oneself. Heavens no!! Not in Jefferson!! It seems as if the lunchroom is a place where you do your last minute homework, study for the surprise test you're going to get next period, catch up on the latest gossip and get run over by a little man who goes around with a garbage can, trying unsuccessfully to get us to throw our trash in it. But wait, you havenft heard the good part yet. I, the stupid fool, got up in the middle of a fight and got hit in the head with a milk container. That did it. I was ready to call it quits with high school, but then I realized that I had four more years to spend in this madhouse and, alas, I could do nothing about it. Thus, you have heard the trials and tribulations of my first year in this school. I can look back at my Freshman year and laugh at my mishaps. I guess Freshmen are the clowns of this three-ring circus of Jefferson. Janet Rosenbaum 5 ---si....4