West Rutland High School - Green and Gold Yearbook (West Rutland, VT)

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xiao ble and readable material.--Oh! yes class, the minimum re- quirement is fifteen hundred tordsf' nhonestly, without exaggeration, I was revived by a buzzing sound in my ears. You're right, the ever-welcomed bell. Right now I felt as though I had experienced the atom blast or Ito be most exact an upheaval by the hydrogen bomb. that .:.l'ltO then aken self ami I am sure I will he the victor- this time as weiii. I once heard---When you get an ailment you have never heard of before and begin talking about it, you find that every third person has had it oerronnlly and that every second person has a relative who is a viotin riyht new ---- well, as of this moment I have discovered that I nm suffering from the syno- tons of nsonior ersafitisu. However, this illness is somo- ttinj that can We controlled, for I ail somewhat in orooor-- tion to convenience. I am nomoelled to hclieve that the fever of this sickness reaches its peak during classroom hours because I find it simoly imrossible to follow any line of reasonins during that time. During my deoression, I took solace in the thought if circumstances compelled it, I might bc :ble to delve some strange sickness and fake a connlete mental lapse, I certainly would be in no position to fulfill this fors assignment. CI won every argument I evcr had with my However, all was icing too well. Just os soon as I make a good resolution, I get into a situition which makes its observance imnoosible. 13 cow, I am so distorted that I would cheerfully trade my life for any other. Swnmped and roloxcu, my brain refused to fulfill its duty. I felt beaten and didnft core what would become of ne, so long as rould he a chancf for the better. As one can see, I have ied all sorts of ways to get out of this chamber of pe it tr tortures---but the seneral conclusion is, that the more time I give Lqself, the less acconolished. New this Hhctter of life and deathu made it necessary for me to clcer my 'mind of airv nonsense and to out my intellectual digestions into ooeration. Hornioq, noon, and night essay tooics marched in and out of my thinking fuctory. I ate, slect, and drank essay topics. I even ntalkedlessay tonics, but the results were nnthetically ineffective. This monstsrous essay had me beaten. It seemed to be like an organism with e blood stream and a brain of its own, fithtinf my every effort. Time marched on, panic and frets began to seize my intellect March thirtieth was exactly twenty four hours away. My shallow brain still labored without a stimulant. It has taken thc better cart of a lifetime for me to reach the sed conclusion that my cynicism and laziness was certainlv a folly, but they say follies into every business--and they certainly edged and nicely squeezed then- selves into my affairs. Put to admit that I have suffered great siseries ss a result of thi: Htrivial matterd would be to belittle one's own choice and to suffer personal humilistinn. Therefore I boldly rose to face the issue. I Rutland Historical Society and the Rutland Free Library. D

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FIFTEEN HUNLELD ECHL? OR BUESTEE I ask no one to agree with me in my appraisal of what is worthwhile, but once I was toliq--HLearn to keep your wants simple. Refuse to be ovnel cud anchored by tkjnys. That is the path to h1ppinoss.H new :ww 3 poor Qriensflesl person possibly live ug to this hozoruole piece of :ovicc when he or she is most unplorsancly conrronteo with a wary nreciscly unbearable oh:to1lc? N.peot Ely cnc o? the kind which I am most cruelly induced to overcome. Nov, to stoo beating around the bush, ani fo get to the point, I will blcnklv state that this heart-rvncing ann def ritsly unoslightIsl twist into troubles is the ecerhofsoavi sensor essay. In mv dQS5Fn for living, I here been compelled to five foremost consideration to the nsiezolty of esrrlor c llfirv, The ability to improve my stancari of living has U bqgq 2 5'5f'f':f9pU1fimi1 'rid .lays Un'-i T Tfiwllfi T10 Q51-.:3'T9fg'f for tEll'fl1'l'3 'tlcls mstcr.fl1st1c view of life- but alssi I now Qing esp-- L94 Ste: fi Q very tender age, when one is subject to great s- mctlcnal strains, I find my downpall in rrosoect. Now, at this time, I must make a candid confession. Did YOU EVFP notice what an exqnioite technique some instructors posses' when it comes to aonruncirg those HtrivinL mattcrr'? fouctsi from a fatiguing lecture tree given by thig Cqyngln aoy:sJrI.H Why they can talk on the sector For hours. HTt1s a cxtcnz he would say, str ttjng un end dogg the Clasp- room, a,ter all you are cerfnusfn 1 TP sine the gnontangity and Lrtormality of the suhjcct was sujtoseo to contribute TO our ggfzifwj,----':'.1t to me it was sheer m..rc..:r. 'nI'. 1. , ho'd continue, Unow, remember, give lull attention to this uncor- tskira 936 I am positive that the consequence of your, cafe- ful selection and olanning will be a marvelouw essay.' Pre- viously I was not sure which was more eyhausting-- talking or listenings-as of now, the latter is my choice. In my state of ncrtification, I came to the sad conclusion that I would detest this trouble maker for a rather long time. fPlefa.ee ezrcrse my rudeness--but I am not exactly in my holi- day moodl. To my relief I was later informed that this was only a pre-warning of the oncoming attack. I suppose the advisor felt that it was his duty to forward some commonl- able advice. As far as I was corcernec--he could rave kent it to himself. Heavens! after this, Utooia now seems farther away than ever. As time elansed, my intuition began to remind me that trougle was brewing. Yes, the blow arrived on time. Tell me, what can a foreotten entity like me choose to do? when an eterhguiding instructor Cor at least that's what I have been toll they werel bursts into class and madly confronts me with a melodious bit of information-- Senior essays are due on Merch thirtieth. Please forward intelligent, sensi- This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the

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'7 hereby took my pen and wrote. fBy the way, it was easier said than donel. I kent remindineg myself that great writers saw no dignity in work that involved unnecessary drudgery therefore it was necessary for me to stop bickering. I once read that fools in their blunderinn way, have traveled quite a distance and made unusual progress--so as of now-HI am beginnixlg to feel rather foolish. CI hone it clicks in my Cfigc' 0 Feverishly and energetically, I plunged into setting up dots and curves, these in turn made un phrases, and conse- quently the ohrases were supposed tc make up my essay. More and more I realized that time hung on too thin a thread. Protected by the assurance that I had something done, I disregarded all hreebly indifference and worked and strug- gled on. I war comfirted hy the idea that I would meet the morrow unfraid and unaehsmed. I wrote violently, and suf?ered quietly. Sweet drizzled down my forehead in tor- rents and the nelnitstion of my heart quicxened. Thus I continued until to my amazement end utter exhaustion, I rea- lized that the long awaited completion was in sight. Nature was careful to give everyone of us enough conceit to like ourselves just a bit more than anyone else, but now, I actually loved myself. I didn't know whether to cry out of exultation, swoon, or just merely collapse. Since every man makes his own estimate, I now feel as if I was walking with a brake under my right foot and a clutch under my left. There is only one thing that I fear. I am due for a great crash with my dear friendfthe instruc- tonuwho will cheerfully confront me with my essay beautiful- ly adorned with n rejection slip. Dear Lord!---Make him have mercy on mel! Paulie Orzech This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the