Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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f?l C l WESTON: BEHIND THE SCENES As one of Massachusetts ‘wealthiest towns, having the best public high school. Weston has always maintained high standards. The pupils are praised as ‘overachievers , the curriculum as outstanding’, and the teachers as being highly talented. “Weston”, says one fac¬ ulty member, “is a teacher’s paradise. The problems (like drugs and drinking) are almost nonexistent here compared to other schools. Unfortunately, as a result of all this publicity, Weston stu¬ dents are too often stereotyped as dili¬ gent. conservative types who rarely cut loose or deviate from the norm at all. file four years spent at the high school is a changing and learning time, bo many of us enter the high school as wide-eyed gullible groupies and emerge as indi¬ viduals with a personal style and atti¬ tude toward life. So what happens to these kids during the 5040 hours spent here? W ho knows what lies behind the mask or under the coat? What lurks be¬ hind that veneer of W ' eston Charm? Weston t.v[ )sed

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r r PANORAMA ’84 WESTON HIGH SCHOOL WESTON, MASSACHUSETTS EDITORS Christina Let Susan Sandler JUNIOR EDITORS Li Lesser Nila Stringer PHOTOGRAPHY EDITOR Margot Fulton BUSINESS EDITORS Laura Westman Karin Yandevenne (i m m V

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ACT I Freshman Year In the High School’s foreign language wing, we see BEAU ZOE, a freshman. BEAl , THE ERESHMAN: (to himself) What a morning. I actually missed my bus! I hope I don ' t get a tardy note from Mrs. Benotti! Oh no — I m late for study hall! Checks calculator watch) I d better hurry! (As he hurried down the hall, his overstuffed knapsack hits two upper¬ classmen in the side. BEAl apologizes, in vain, and then scrambles to pick up their hooks. Scene 2: Study Hall with Mr. Cronin. BEAl I m glad Mr. Cronin didn’t notice I was late! NANCY: He never does. Say, do you have a pencil? I want to do an extra credit project for Mrs. Majors. BEAU: takes out five neatly sharpened No. 2 pencils and a Bic Pen) Sure, take one. Listen, this Friday’s the Homecoming Dance — my Mom s driving me and since you live only three miles away, I can probably give you a r— MR CRONIN: Hey, what ' s your name? BEAU: (nervously) It ' s Beau, sir. Beau Zoe. MR. CRONIN: Study Halls are for keeping up, young man, not catching up! (Silence falls, interrupted only by a rustling of papers. Nancy steals a glance at Beau Zoe, and giggles . . . ) ACT III Junior Year It is 7:30 am and people have begun to arrive, ready or not, to take the PSAT, or Preliminary Student Against Teacher Test. Some arrive bright eyed after a restful night, others, not so bright eyed. Awake or not, everyone is escorted to his her seat by a librarian. Promptly by eight, the three hours of pain have begun. JOSH THE JUNIOR: (As he sits down, to himself.) Why can’t I get that song. Under Pressure out of my head? I ll bomb this test, I know it. Who cares if both my parents went to Harvard? Oh, yeah. They won’t even be here this weekend! What should I do? (Suddenly, a test is handed to him by a stony-faced librarian . There is no compdssion in her face for poor Josh.) It is three hours later and Josh and his friends are (finally!) outside. LAURA: What a relief— that’s one down for the year! KEVIN: Which leaves the question: What’s going on tonight? The question that has been foremost in everybody’s mind has just been asked. All ears are waiting expectantly.) JOSH: (hesitantly) Er .. . I ... KEVIN (continuing on) C’mon Josh, your parents are away in Connec¬ ticut ' That’s two hours separating you from them. What do you say? LAURA AND HELEN: (in chorus) C’mon Josh! JOSH, (giving in to peer pressure at last) OK .. . KEVIN: Yeah! Parts tonight as Josh’s! And whether he likes it or not. Josh will find many friends, both old and new. on his front doorstep that night.) ACT II Sophomore Year Through the side door of the cafeteria, Lucy. Martha and Joanne merge. All are chattering away at the same time, and sit down at the nearest table. LUCY: (pulls out a purple felt tip pen and doodles on a cafeteria table as she talks to her chums) Guys, I can’t believe that Jack Miof actually likes Barbara! I mean, she’s nice and all. but she ' s sooo gross! And she needs to lose at least 15 pounds! (All murmur simultaneously in agreement. They are all wearing red and white Nikes and Sasson baggy jeans. Suddenly, conversation stops. Seniors John X and Todd V strut by. seemingly oblivious to the fact that eight pairs of adoring eyes are transfixed on their gorgeous selves. Then, the moment passes —John and Todd are gone. The girls exchange meaningful looks. JOANNE: Wow . . . LUCY: (in a moment of pure inspiration, pulls out the pen and writes) He’s incredible? You guys, do you think he is the best looking guy in the senior class? ... Or the second? And so ensues a hotly contested debate, with the resulting list of the chosen few left on the table. The girls leave when the bell rings to do more day dreaming in their respective classes. ACT IV Senior Year Clark slouches into the cafeteria, hands jammed deep inside the pockets of his ancient jeans — and heads straight for the table where all his friends are sitting, or lying sprawled out on those new cafeteria benches catching up on their beauty rest. As Clark approaches, he hears a general mumble he interprets as Good morning, what’s up. Clark? How re ya doin ' ? Did you drive this morning? He sits down Minutes later the loud, piercing bell rouses the crowd from its blissful comatose state, signaling the beginning of yet another day at WHS. Slowly they ease their way out of the benches and amble towards class, leaving a few lucky ones to enjoy a leisurely breakfast in the cafeteria. Clark is not among them. CLARK: (checking his schedule) Oh, God, Pre Cal A with Miss Vouros ' What time does it start anyway? Let’s see, after that I have gym, homeroom. Creative Cooking, double free. Film Lit, and Fun¬ damentals of Law. Harsh — this is my hardest day. Suddenly Clark bumps into a door. He has arrived The class passes slowly, but, miraculously, the time has (almost) come. It is now three minutes before the end of Pre-Cal. CLARK: (referring to his watch) What is she babbling on about, anv- way? Radians don’t relate to my way of thinking. Well, the period is ar in 180 seconds. Let’s see if I can endure this one, 170, ITS, 17 (looking around classroom ] Hey, who is she? She s cute, 1 haven t seen most of these kids around this class — maybe they re all exchange students from Brazil, or something. Say, most of these kids are juniors and sophomores! All my brain cells must ve burned out in these past four years or something— I must be regressing, taps his pencil to song going through his mind) 160, 159, 158 . . . Weston Exposed 3