Our Time 1998

A year of adjusting to harsh IMSA life can teach many lessons. For what seemed like an eternity, the class of '98 tolerated the usual sophomore stereotypes that branded us as either inno– cent or ignorant. We perse– vered, knowing that soon it would be our turn. By the time junior year rolled around, all uncertainties we re cast off; we knew the ropes. Once a bare campus occupied by strangers, IMSA had become our home. We had mastered the art of skirting the rules, enduring Arbor, and dealing with the troublesome hypocrisies of our presti- CharCey (Ding To the faithful you show yourself faithful; to those with integrity you show integrity. To the pure you show yourself pure. -Psalms The measure of a great man is not by his dreams but by his actions. -Anonymous When we're hungry, love will keep us alive -The Eagles Andrew (Dougherty To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts. -Henry David Thoreau, Walden What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Oliver Wendell Holmes Only the day dawns to which we are awake. -Thoreau, Walden gious academy. Now we could really start living. Junior experiences proved as diverse as our student body. For some, this was one of the most stressful periods of their lives; for others it was a breeze. "I didn't have homework. It was so easy," reminisced Nate Westberg. True. . .as juniors, we had a year of experience to draw upon, providing us a significant advantage over the newer membe rs of our school. "My favorite part of junior year was not getting busted for illegal intervizes," confessed Tom Johnson with a sly grin. Some juniors, already secure in their wisdom, required no further instruc– tion. They simply enjoyed their carefree confidence to the fullest. Who needed stress, anyway? "Junior year? What did we do junior year?" a puzzled Emily Radosevich inquired. We had it easy. Only occasional standardized tests averted our attention. Otherwise, we were spared the terrors of senior college apps and the disorienting adjustment we dealt with as sophomores. Regardless of what each individual sought in their second year here, everyone seized the oppor– tunity to forge new friend– ships and strengthen old ones. "My least favorite part of the year was gradua– tion, because all my friends graduated," Jenna Colby sighed. Yet, missing previ– ous class members hardly prevented us from taking our hard-earned place as seniors when our time arrived. No matter how pleasant our junior year, it paled in comparison to our final experience. As se– niors, we didn't have to worry about being left behind. We were the ones moving on to take our place in the world, carrying with us all the memories each year IMSA has left us. James (DoyCe (DanieCCe (Ducharme Don't be called out on strikes. Go down swinging. -H. Jackson Brown, Jr. The most wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed. -Sebastian-Roche You go girlfriend—you've got a basket on your bike. -My mom s 44J Seniost&s