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WHAT IS A SENIOR?

Oddly enough, they are human, although the forebears of these creatures believe them to be of a species called "geniuses." They walk, albeit, not with feet too firmly planted on the ground. They breathe, sucking air in deep gasps, and letting it escape so slowly as to produce an unusual sound which can only he described as follows:
"Oh . . ." or, if under
extreme stress, ~'Uhhhh ..." Their eyes are mostly bright and shining, either from thinking of the past or dreaming of the future. They have a parental air about them, except when speaking to other seniors, or to (please pardon!) a graduate! As a whole, they dress normally. In fact, the only conspicuous item on their person is a large pin. This is often painted by talented persons and distorted into a sailor, soldier or some other thing until all likeness to the original is lost. They feel adult, but do not always act that way, especially on one day, which is set aside for the purpose of childish shenanigans. They think like adults, having their own opinions and ideas, but find it hard to put these thoughts into words. They naturally have emotions, and at times have trouble concealing them.
     This, then, is a senior. A proud, lovable, too-human being, with an entire life to search for the truth and through his own errors and experience, to find it.

Barbara Rossman  

 

 THE YEARS I'LL NEVER FORGET

Four long years are now only moments in the everlasting book of time. Wise adults say those years, our high school years, are the happiest of our lives.  They were full of experiences, and now I can sit and think back.
     I'll never forget my entrance into Lane.  I stared wide-eyed at the size of the school and wandered around, wondering how I'd ever find my way. Funny how my English class always seemed to wind up in the boys' gym. How impressed I was upon entering the beautiful third floor library!  I'll always remember how I couldn't see the sense of swimming in the winter, and those were bathing suits???  Then came my biology and French regents. I was so scared, but happy to pass both.
     Then I finally reached seventh term. Now I was only one step away from the top.  I took Hygiene then and in our very interesting driver-education discussion, I often wondered about just how many poles I would hit.
     At long last I became a senior, along with empty pockets. I'll never forget the day we got our senior buttons. They seemed so big and we were all so happy. Our senior dances were all successes, and it was so much fun to be part of the crowd. Remember the day we took our pictures? Naturally, it had to rain to add to our excitement. When we received our proofs, many screams were heard throughout the building. Then came the day when we had to have our prom pledges in. The
$64.00 questions were "Will he be home?" and "Why do the fellows have to be in service now?" On Senior Day we revived our childhood for the last time, and at Class Night we hoped to remember our lines. Remember how we rushed to meet our deadlines for the "Echoes"? And at last, the thrill of our term-the prom. Everyone looked so beautiful.
     Graduation day came and soon it was all over; over except for the memories. These are the years I'll never forget; never.

Angelina Scala  

 

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