VOL. XVII, NO. 14
JUNE 4, 1976
Senior Memories Of Four Years
By GLEN WATSON
At first thought of four years at Maine West, one may have ill feelings. But as we ponder the subject, we will really be missing something.
Remember the first day those lousy tests that told us nothing about how smart we were. What about the Frosh Assembly and how we were told that the four years would go by quickly? Well, they fooled us again; it seemed to drag on forever. Or what about escaping from pep assemblies and Senior Honor Assemblies? Ah! yes, what about those beautiful power failures, trying to open our combinations in the dark, when most of us were at the wrong lockers to begin with.
Remember having a ninth period class when everyone else was leaving? Oh, yes, what about going to your first dance and you have to have mom and dad pick you up all the time.
What about the tremendous cafeteria food. Oh, yes, mustn't forget walking to school in the dark to conserve energy. How about all the pep jugs we never won. We can never forget the great rivalry between Maine South and our own fighting Warriors. How about all the gossip at the football games. I hardly ever watched the games until my senior year; neither did anybody else.
At first thought of four years at Maine West, one may have ill feelings. But as we ponder the subject, we will really be missing something.
Remember the first day those lousy tests that told us nothing about how smart we were. What about the Frosh Assembly and how we were told that the four years would go by quickly? Well, they fooled us again; it seemed to drag on forever. Or what about escaping from pep assemblies and Senior Honor Assemblies? Ah! yes, what about those beautiful power failures, trying to open our combinations in the dark, when most of us were at the wrong lockers to begin with.
Remember having a ninth period class when everyone else was leaving? Oh, yes, what about going to your first dance and you have to have mom and dad pick you up all the time.
What about the tremendous cafeteria food. Oh, yes, mustn't forget walking to school in the dark to conserve energy. How about all the pep jugs we never won. We can never forget the great rivalry between Maine South and our own fighting Warriors. How about all the gossip at the football games. I hardly ever watched the games until my senior year; neither did anybody else.
Remember the smell of the overly salted popcorn at the basketball games with about 20 M-Club men behind the counter eating up the profits and wondering how they ever made money.
Who could ever forget Ron Kaminski's sickening bark. Or what about Bob Smith's flex, Scott Jackson's wiggle, or our varsity Cheerleaders and Pom Pon girls. No one can possibly forget the nights at home cramming for one of Miss Basenbach's simple essays.
Remember senior pictures? No one even looks that way when they graduate. And what about all the clubs and activities we were all a part of.
One thing is for sure; we will all miss the kind, smiling face of our late principal, Mr. Herman Rider, or the social science of Mr. Donald Magsamen, and of course, "Captain Crunch," Mr. Tom Fallbacher.
There is so much more. I guess we will really be saying goodbye for the last time to the hallowed halls of old Maine West. All we can say is so bong; it's been real!
Who could ever forget Ron Kaminski's sickening bark. Or what about Bob Smith's flex, Scott Jackson's wiggle, or our varsity Cheerleaders and Pom Pon girls. No one can possibly forget the nights at home cramming for one of Miss Basenbach's simple essays.
Remember senior pictures? No one even looks that way when they graduate. And what about all the clubs and activities we were all a part of.
One thing is for sure; we will all miss the kind, smiling face of our late principal, Mr. Herman Rider, or the social science of Mr. Donald Magsamen, and of course, "Captain Crunch," Mr. Tom Fallbacher.
There is so much more. I guess we will really be saying goodbye for the last time to the hallowed halls of old Maine West. All we can say is so bong; it's been real!
