Westborough High School - Cotton Gin Yearbook (Westborough, MA)

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HERE WE ARE In the following weeks and over the summer there were many class parties ranging from Roman toga to 50 ' s dancing. We still may have been juniors but it was a good start to the senior spirit that was to come. Summer may have been over but we had pre- pared well and were all set on the first day of school to continue with a theme that would last through out the year, Hawaiian beach party! Next came Booster Week, where our class won the spirit award at the pep rally for being the loudest with our own little cheer! We continued the week and our Booster King and Queen, Craig Bradford and Sara Edney won for selling the most tickets to the Saturday football game. That night our first dance was held with a new twist, our very own Chris D ' Errico and Jason Debatista as D.J. ' s! They were a great success and we danced non-stop to all our favorite songs. This was just the beginning of our senior activities but we never let up and as time went on our spirit grew. Excitement grew towards the end of our junior year at the prospect of summer and our senior year to come, we began to draw together and start orga- nizing activities to show-off our Sr. spirit. Our first priority was the traditional taking over the Sr. balcony accompanied by Sr. breakfast. We all woke up earlier, so that we could journey down to Abdow ' s and have breakfast together. Then at twen- ty to eight we began our noisy procession through town which ended on the Sr. balcony, now officially ours. Even though we all have our own special groups of friends, at times through these four years we have bonded together as a class. 1988 was no exception and this spirit took on a new look, our unique brand of senior spirit. FAR ABOVE: The traditional taking of the senior balcony ' 88 style. ABOVE: Bill Pickering looking and acting like a SENIOR!

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The first day of the 1 987-88 school year was tack- led with enthusiasm of summer-bored students and with anxiety from the freshman and new students. The seniors marched in singing a rip roaring cho- rus of Pomp and Circumstance, followed by a more civilized Louie-Louie. The multitude of hawai- ian prints and colors all clashed, but you could tell it was senior hawaiian beach day. Much too soon, the thrill was over, and we were back to our old routine. The freshmen were busy being confused, the sophomores were busy being happy they weren ' t freshmen, the juniors were busy wishing they were seniors, and the seniors were busy worrying about what to do after high school. The usual questions filtered through the hallway: Did you see her hair? He wasn ' t this good look- ing last year. My schedule is all messed up, when can we go down to guidance? Is there really a seating plan in study? Where ' s Room 401? But soon things got into swing as they always do. Freshmen learn the cardinal rules of being under- classmen: one uses the side-stairwells — avoiding the senior balcony, one walks against the wall in the hallways, one will get cut in the lunch line and will like it, and one will never ask an upperclassman for directions. Finally, the first day ends, and the students w ish it were still summer. They leave the school thinking only 179 more days to go, unless of course you ' re a senior. ABOVE. Snow in September? The confetti falls before the Grand March. Foreground J. McMahon, J. Watson, and L. Ma o.