Woodstock Academy - Spire Yearbook (Woodstock, CT)

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Making Decisions .. In high school we are called upon to make decisions. Decisions that will effect us the rest of our lives. At times the pressure is high, sometimes you just have to relax and have fun to survive. That is what growing up is; making unreasonable decisions. Should I go to school today? Should I take a shower? Should I part my hair down the middle or on the side? Should I kiss on the first date? It all starts when you are very young. Grown-ups are always asking, What do you want to be when you grow up? And you usually answered, A cowboy! or A ballerina , and your parents smile. As you get older, they’ll try what I call the sneak approach, and say something like, Twenty years from now, what do you think you’ll be doing? What really gets me is when you answer their silly questions; Mom, Dad, I want to be rich, famous, and single. I want to be older. Boy do they flip out. I don’t understand why, after all, you've made some kind of decision. A lot of unreasonable decisions are made in high school. Classes, friends, parties, colleges and careers. I really do find it hard to believe these are the best years of my life. Last year. I spent a whole morning in a musty room, filled with women, and jocks, trying to decide which little dots to fill in. Then there was the college decision. After that I had to decide what was to be my major. I still have yet to decide if I will skip the last day of school or not. what to wear to graduation, who to invite to my party, and how to say good-bye to my friends. Uggg! What's next? •H.G. 12

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Floods of fads. They come roll- ing in with the tide. At 7:45 am the tide brings in a new, exciting fad and swoosh! By 2:40 pm it is swept away into the ocean of old, abandoned fads. We, the seagulls, flutter around the beach waiting to see what the tide brings in. Swooping down, we pick them up eagerly and fly off showing our new found discovery. Soon there are hundreds of seagulls dotting the sky, holding in their beaks the new found fad. Down below a lone, brown-speck- led gull looks up towards his peers. To him they are the same, he is an indi- vidual, but he is missing out because he will not go with the flock. He does not find this fad fascinating. Does anybody remember alligator shirts and preppy names? They’ve sunk down to the bottom of the ocean where they are slowly being eaten by the fish. Words are drowned too. To- tally Awesome. A fast fading fad ea- ten up by the sharks is the image of a Valley girl reflecting in the blue ocean water. Oh yes, we seagulls had to get the punk sunglasses and the ankle- boots. And what about the Michael Jackson album cover now saturated with salt water? The seagulls flew so far to find an OP shirt: now it is drift- wood. The translucent blue jelly san- dals are entagled in the seaweed. The flavor of jelly bracelets, millions of them, will not taste good to the fish. Ear clips also dot the ocean's floor. Swatches, which hit the seagulls like a tidal wave, will form a coral reef of time. All of these fads flood the ocean: a characteristic of the past. The brown-speckled gull stares up again at his peers. He wonders what the new, full moon will bring In future days. He sighs Floods of fads. -P.W.

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When the bell rang, I stuffed my trash In my bag and grabbed my books and started to walk to Chem. lab. Hey, wait you forgot your notebook, Jason yelled. Oh, thanks, can’t lose that. Urn are you doing anything Friday? Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies?” This was finally the moment I had imagined for a longtime. I was going to go out with him. We were going out together. Me and Jason Mathieson! 13 Making The Move Jason Mathieson. My mind was always on Jason. But right now I sat in English class waiting for the bell to ring for first lunch, with Jason. I was listening to my teacher explain the Shakespearean Theatre when suddenly, out in the hall stood Jason. I looked up and he was standing there, waiting for me to see him. He smiled, and I smiled and waved back. Vivian! Attendez! My teacher yelled at me, shutting the classroom door. In the lunchline, I made my way through trying to get to Jason. Jason, could you pass me a bagel?” I asked, giving him my sweetest smile. ”1 suppose I can manage that, flirted Jason. We walked outside together, joining our friends who were talking about the Rambo movie. -P.W.