Wachusett Regional High School - Wachusett Yearbook (Holden, MA)

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Brent Johnson strutting his stuff: Hey baby! Casual and comfy: Lisa, Kara, and Sara hangin’loosel! Above: Annie Hopkins reassuring a customer: I promise I ' ll take your coupons.” Right: Rich Rayworth showing the effects of too much homework. 1 A . V- ? ' f V t- V ' % ,r • » K.. i k W Av S 15

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m vWvV Left: Are we testy this morning? Dan, Sherri, Colin- engaging in a private convo. Middle: The pause that refreshes: Scott slurps on a juicy. Bottom: Thank God for bells: Glenn’s animal instinct surface with another trying day with Beth, the cause. Chaos. Entering the caf, you peer around for your longawaited lunch mates and your favorite seat. Finding it occupied, you decide to venture into the lunchlines, which extend to the opposite side of the room. As you would rather wait for the lines to go down and inhale your lunch with five minutes left in the period, you then decide to search out a seat and socialize. As your stomach growls and you refrain from attacking another’s lunch tray, you finish off those last bits and pieces of homework that you didn’t complete at home. Sixth period is right around the corner. By this time, students are awaiting seventh period to count down the minutes until dismissal. Talking is non-stoppable, socialization taking over the classroom discussion. Nothing ever seems to get accomplished. But, who’s complaining!! There’s a quiz tomorrow? that doesn’t seem possible with the amount of material covered, or did you miss something? Time will tell. At last. Seventh period. The countdown begins. This has to be the longest class of the day, and also the loudest. Those slouching, motionless and dreamy zombies in first period by now have turned into a babbling and squirmy gaggle of students anxiously awaiting the final bell of the day. Suddenly, everyone jumps out of their seats, and as the first person approaches the door, the bell sounds, and the halls are instantly filled with chatter as wild, joyful students scramble briskly to their lockers for the necessary books they need to do their homework. The halls are soon left “y: ;v Ml US