VOL. XV, NO. 14
JUNE 7, 1974
We Will Miss You, Maine West
BY NAOMI HUCK
School days are long and sometimes hard, but we have friends to help us through. The heartaches and heartbreaks, the great times we had all go into reflecting on the days gone by. Days of homework and tests are almost past for happy yet sad seniors.
Remember freshman year when we tried to find L rooms upstairs and found they were downstairs? Remember when we asked a person we thought was a teacher where a room was and got sent to E‑wing instead? It was not funny then, but now we can look back on it and say with maybe a little laugh, "Boy, were we dumb frosh!"
Oh, remember that day in biology when the whole class dissected frogs: the girls got sick when the boys unwound the intestines. Those were the days of gut feelings.
Let us not forget those days of the power failures when we had to do our locker combinations where we could hardly see our hands in front of our faces much less those tiny numbers and lines on the lock dial.
What about the very cold day when we had a fire drill right in the middle of lunch. That was one day that the cafeteria had an excuse for cold food.
School days are long and sometimes hard, but we have friends to help us through. The heartaches and heartbreaks, the great times we had all go into reflecting on the days gone by. Days of homework and tests are almost past for happy yet sad seniors.
Remember freshman year when we tried to find L rooms upstairs and found they were downstairs? Remember when we asked a person we thought was a teacher where a room was and got sent to E‑wing instead? It was not funny then, but now we can look back on it and say with maybe a little laugh, "Boy, were we dumb frosh!"
Oh, remember that day in biology when the whole class dissected frogs: the girls got sick when the boys unwound the intestines. Those were the days of gut feelings.
Let us not forget those days of the power failures when we had to do our locker combinations where we could hardly see our hands in front of our faces much less those tiny numbers and lines on the lock dial.
What about the very cold day when we had a fire drill right in the middle of lunch. That was one day that the cafeteria had an excuse for cold food.
We may also reflect on the day when the fire drill just happened to buzz when it was raining. The teachers had coats; so did a few students; but most of us had no coats at all. We stayed outside and got wetter and wetter, until we finally got to go in. We were possibly a little eager to rejoin the teacher in the barely heated (energy crisis) classroom, but warmer and drier than outside.
Those were the days of fun and glory; the plays, musicals, football games against Maine South, and dances. We must not forget the first Prom we attended when we got ready by 7 o'clock and our dates did not arrive until 8:30. Or maybe we managed to be ready by 8:30, but our date had been waiting for an hour and a half.
The day that our late beloved principal, Mr. Herman L. Rider, passed on was a trying day for some; for others it was just a day to get out of school. He was a great man and knew almost everybody's names; but most of all, he had a kind word or pleasant smile for all of us.
Yes, those were the days of heartaches and heartbreaks, but we finally made it all the way to the end of the line. Though for some it was another torturous year, we will all look back with maybe a little tear and say, "I will miss you, good old Maine West."
Those were the days of fun and glory; the plays, musicals, football games against Maine South, and dances. We must not forget the first Prom we attended when we got ready by 7 o'clock and our dates did not arrive until 8:30. Or maybe we managed to be ready by 8:30, but our date had been waiting for an hour and a half.
The day that our late beloved principal, Mr. Herman L. Rider, passed on was a trying day for some; for others it was just a day to get out of school. He was a great man and knew almost everybody's names; but most of all, he had a kind word or pleasant smile for all of us.
Yes, those were the days of heartaches and heartbreaks, but we finally made it all the way to the end of the line. Though for some it was another torturous year, we will all look back with maybe a little tear and say, "I will miss you, good old Maine West."
