Whitman Hanson Regional High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Whitman, MA)

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ACT Il One year later. The class of 1983 are no longer freshman! Sophomore year was a big relief. No longer the youngest in the school, we gained new confidence. We alredy had our lockers and we were use to the big lunches. The only new things we had to look forward to were chemistry and speech class. Chemistry proved to be quite a task for all, but speech became a favorite class of most everyone. At the first thought of getting up in front of a classroom full of people, our stomachs would begin to turn. We all hoped we would have government first semester and THEN speech, but some of us were not so fortunate. But in the end, we became used to it and we ended up having a good time. We won the Thanksgiving Day game that year and brought home the trophy. A few weeks later, class rings were chosen, and we could hardly wait until March when they would come in. During the winter, our class went on a ski-weekend-trip to Bretton Woods. Sophmore year was proving to be quite eventful as we began to get our permits to drive. We continued to raise money for the class by selling kitchen items. And yet another Seniors' Last Day came and went, but we knew our day was coming. 'sw-.

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CLASS I-IISTGRY The play opens with the arrival of the young and inexperienced freshman class of 1983. We all dreaded that first day of high school. When being told that high school would be the four fastest years of our lives, we laughed and said we hoped so. Those first days were tenseg not being able to find our lockers, we had to carry all of our books wherever we went. We could no longer escape being branded as freshman But the first days proved to be fun, too. There were so many new faces to meet - kids from the other town and the upperclassmen. After meeting our class advisors, Mr. Chaskes and Mrs. Ibbitson, and the election of our class officers, the class of 1983 was on its way. The proms seemed far off, but we began to raise money by a bake sale, at Shaws in the fall. We began to function as a class, going rollerskating, and taking a one day trip to Pat's Peak in the winter. The most depressing day of freshman year was not one of the first days, however. lt was the first of the three days on our high school career that we would experience the Seniors' Last Day. Standing at the windows and hearing the car horns, we glumly thought, Three more years Q A wav!! Y, 493' -r '

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ACT III Yet another year later. The class of 1983 was now worthy of respect as UPPERCLASSMEN! High School seemed to get better with every passing year. By Junior Year, some of us had already begun to drive and we were developing more freedom. Old enough to play the varsity sports, now, our class seemed to add a certain magic to the sports season. The boys' cross country team was the undefeated champs of the OCI., as were the girls' varsity basketball team and the boys' track team. The whole class came together as we decorated the hall in front of the gym for Spirit Week. The hall was filled with Juniors working together, singing and dancing to the tunes. We didn't win a prize for our artwork, but we were deservedly voted the class with the most spirit. The rally for Thanksgiving was held the next day. It was no ordinary event as some of the football players dressed up as cheerleaders. The excitement of Spirit Week ended in a victory over undefeated Abington, 24-8. Winter was underway with the Christmas Semi-Formal. Carnations were given out on both Christmas and Valentine's Day. But the saddest day of our high school days was marked by the death of one of our close friends, Pam Costantino. She will always be loved by all, we will always carry fond memories of her smile wherever we may go. Our class held another overnight ski-trip, this time travelling to Bretton Woods and Waterville Valley. As winter turned to spring, thoughts turned to the big event of the year, the Junior Prom! On June 11, 1982, the Lantana in Randolph rocked to the beat of Euphoria as Whitman-Hanson's class of '83 danced the night away. The last song played was the theme of the prom, Open Arms by Journey. As we slowly danced around the floor, we began to look towards next year's prom, but more importantly, OUR Senior Year. 'R ,N ' is i.. Y QR X ot wfllj .3 ee 2 ,, x 'ag -f F2 2? vi' ff' Q Q 4 1,4 , v x fs N ii W i W