Westerville High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Westerville, OH)

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FOREWORD Westerville High School, its faculty, administration, and students have this year been characterized by an atmosphere of transition and progress. Of the students, the Seniors are perhaps most aware of the changes, having spent two years in the old school and two in the new. We now have a guidance counselor, a psychologist, an assistant principal, as well as other additions to the staff. Last year Mr. Mowder stepped in as new principal, and this year Mr. Biggs as new Superintendent of Schools. A special speed-reading course has been set up for selected Juniors and Seniors which is duplicated in no other high school in the country. An experimental system of honors work in the form of seminars has been put into effect in Senior English. A new student constitution was drawn up and voted in, and a new Student Council was elected. The members of the staff and the students at Westerville High are gradually growing into their new surroundings. A high school year is a mixture of depressions and elations. The examples are familiar to most. Coming to school in the morning bleary-eyed after studying until 1:00 A.M. ... Or com- ing to school worried after NOT staying up to study . . . Being nervous and shaky because of an oral report due next period, all of those p eople watching, waiting for a slip . . . Needing a new pair of shoes . . . Seeing that one girl (or boy) smiling warmly at someone else . . . And the common feeling that there are 14,000 things that must be done by tomorrow. But how many things there are to offset this darker side of high school life! The elation of an A, a job well done . . . the proud feeling of physical skill on a football field, a basketball court, or even at a pool table . . . The incomparable emotions of young love . . . And the great free feeling when all obligations have been fulfilled, and one ' s time is his own. Whether the times be good or bad, it is impossible to for- get the years of high school. On some future day, when you come upon your 1962 Searchlight in a dark corner, blow the dust from its cover, leaf through its drying pages, and enjoy the awareness and nostalgia that comes from the remembrance of things past.