VOL. XVII, NO. 14
JUNE 4, 1976
Senior Recalls Memories
Of Maine West Days
Of Maine West Days
By JOE ANDERSON
From the first day of homeroom to the last final exam will we ever be able to forget our days here at Maine West. For the Class of '76 the best years of our lives began on Aug. 31, 1972, at approximately 8 am.
Remember how we were roused from a sound sleep, only to be late for our first homeroom assembly. There we listened to the late Mr. Herman Rider who told us we were the best Freshman Class ever.
Did a single freshman exist who didn't get a detention for talking too loudly in a murmur" study hail. Or how about those times when you had your ID. punched in the L.R.C. for being too "rowdy," or the times you pretended not to be a "dumbfrosh."
As sophomores we found ourselves too cool for the halls of Maine West. We dumped the books of freshmen, when we swore the year before we would never do a thing like that. We looked at the dumb‑froshies and said in amazement, I was never like that," even though we knew we were.
From the first day of homeroom to the last final exam will we ever be able to forget our days here at Maine West. For the Class of '76 the best years of our lives began on Aug. 31, 1972, at approximately 8 am.
Remember how we were roused from a sound sleep, only to be late for our first homeroom assembly. There we listened to the late Mr. Herman Rider who told us we were the best Freshman Class ever.
Did a single freshman exist who didn't get a detention for talking too loudly in a murmur" study hail. Or how about those times when you had your ID. punched in the L.R.C. for being too "rowdy," or the times you pretended not to be a "dumbfrosh."
As sophomores we found ourselves too cool for the halls of Maine West. We dumped the books of freshmen, when we swore the year before we would never do a thing like that. We looked at the dumb‑froshies and said in amazement, I was never like that," even though we knew we were.
Never really blessed with an over accumulation (once) of snow, all we could ever look forward to was an extended homeroom.
By Junior year many of us grew more bold in our attempts to escape to "Doodles" for a smoke or just to hang out. Most of us made it through driver's ed. with "Mechanized Death" and the rubbery hot dogs of the cafeteria .
The air-raid signal still blares the first Tuesday of the month, and the jets from O'Hare still fly low over Maine. Our senior year - how we longed to see this day. But for me it came all too fast. Hopefully, most of us have blossomed into mature young adults. By now we have passed the federal and state constitution tests. Mr. Jurinek still patrols R-111 telling the kids to pick up the garbage. Mr. Barnes will forever be yelling "SHADDUP!" to his classes.
Take a good look before you leave, and let the memories sink in. Maybe, just maybe, the best years of our lives weren't so bad after all. Good luck.
By Junior year many of us grew more bold in our attempts to escape to "Doodles" for a smoke or just to hang out. Most of us made it through driver's ed. with "Mechanized Death" and the rubbery hot dogs of the cafeteria .
The air-raid signal still blares the first Tuesday of the month, and the jets from O'Hare still fly low over Maine. Our senior year - how we longed to see this day. But for me it came all too fast. Hopefully, most of us have blossomed into mature young adults. By now we have passed the federal and state constitution tests. Mr. Jurinek still patrols R-111 telling the kids to pick up the garbage. Mr. Barnes will forever be yelling "SHADDUP!" to his classes.
Take a good look before you leave, and let the memories sink in. Maybe, just maybe, the best years of our lives weren't so bad after all. Good luck.
