Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Parting With Summer Fun A Freshman perspective. W alking into Weston High School on that Thursday morning was like walking to the electric chair. I knew that as soon as I went through that door I would be the “Lowly Freshman”, the bottom of the pecking order, the most likely candidate to be thrown in the slimy duck pond; alias, Freshman wading wa¬ ters. All I had heard during the eighth grade was that if you were disliked you were in the pond, or else you were sub¬ jected to serious abuse in the hall by the reigning upper classmen. I tried to look cool when I walked into the cafeteria, but suddenly I found myself standing by the door alone. I swear I heard some kids laughing, then, thank God, I saw a group of my friends over by the phones. The day got worse. I could not get my locker open, so I told my home¬ room teacher that it usually took me two months to master the art of opening my locker. She laughed. Fm glad some¬ one thought it was funny. At lunch my friends and I tried to sit by the windows in the cafeteria, but we were told by a senior to move to the “nerd” section. For the rest of the day I tried to keep a low profile. Finally school was out and I went out¬ side to see my bus leaving. I ran after it, yelling for it to stop — dropping my books all over the pavement. I looked up and saw every single kid in the High School laughing at me. Totally embarrassed, I got on my bus, sank down into one of the back seats, hoping no one would notice me. Says a Senior. I hoist my faded jeans up over my rear, while simultaneously wrenching my sweatshirt over my head. As I shake my wet summer blonde hair into place, I glimpse at my reflection in the mirror. Good, I still look tan. I thank Mom for letting me drive on the first day of school as I pass her a quick kiss. Within three minutes my car is parked and I slip my hands half-way into my back pockets and saunter towards the front of the school. It’s exciting to see people I haven ' t seen since finals last spring, but the conversation remains extremely lim¬ ited and based around the question, “How was your summer?” Lunch time is a unique experience in itself. The class of 85, guys and girls, ac¬ tually congregate at mutual territory along the radiator. As a senior, this place is rightfully mine. While in a huddle of close friends, someone points out a group of freshmen who have precariously ven¬ tured too close to senior territory, per¬ ching themselves against our radiator. Stupid frosh, we laugh at them cynically, and kick them out. Unfortunately the day goes by quickly and already feels routine. Summer fanta¬ sies and stories are dismissed as the field hockey team dresses for their game, and the soccer team begins their three mile trek around the fields. I head toward the locker room with my cleats draped over my shoulder and my soccer ball under my arm. This is it — only 179 more to go. Above: “Who’s got Math D period ?” Left: Getting back into the swing of things is important to everyone after a summer away from Weston school friends. Far Left: Stepping off of the bus at the beginning of the season, Chris Berg anticipates a successful fall for the soccer team. The Best Part First Day 17

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Above: Looking forward to a brilliant Senior year, Jenny Brountas, Anne Moellering, and Richard Nichols munch on the picnic lunch provided by the Seniors on the first day. Scanning familiar faces on the first day, Student Body President Elise Billings has high hopes for the ’84- ' 85 year. Surveying the surroundings on the first day of school, Jeannette Sperhac, Lara Rooney and Kristen Hallahan enjoy the free time students were given. i 16 The Best Part First Day

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