There are a small handful of people at IHS who know about a very small, very pink room at the very end of the E-wing. Although small and unassuming, this room is the deepest one can go into the chronicles of IHS. In that room, there are four average-looking filing cabinets that contain annals of IHS Tattler history, dating back 126 years. Here follows a selection.
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May 1968
Seniors Enjoy Senior Week
IHS observed Senior Week, April 22-26. Monday of that week, seniors attended a first period talent show assembly in Kulp Auditorium.
Tuesday was Senior Costume Day and included a lollipop sale. Seniors were allowed to wear shorts on Wednesday and those who purchased cards attended a dance featuring the Cat’s Meow, from 1 to 4 pm.
Thursday was Senior Dress-up Day, and willing seniors were permitted to teach classes. The week’s activities concluded with Senior Privilege Day. Special rights accorded to seniors that day included going to the head of the lunch line, exclusive use of H-Courtyard at lunch, using underclassmen as “slaves,” and using the picnic tables in the middle of E-building during cafeteria study halls.
May 1994
Excerpt from Editorial: Sappy Seniors
Four year ago, we stood bewildered, staring at the ominous, intimidating buildings. We silently prayed that our teacher would be nice, we would make friends quickly, our lockers would open, and we would find our way around the giant maze.
Together, we’ve survived three different principals, seven vice-principals, and two Directors of Students Activities. We’ve watched as our teachers and parents debated over a new contract with the school board. We’ve experienced frozen budgets, attendance policies that changed every few months, and the beginning of heterogeneous grouping. We’ve watched as programs and classes were cut. Despite these conflicts and irregularities, we, as a class, managed to continue believing in the school, if not the school’s leaders.
We’ve matured collectively, as well individually. We’ve learned, if not to accept, at least understand other people’s differences and opinions. We came to IHS ninth grade, feeling alienated and in despair while idolizing the “old” seniors. In the past four years we’ve found our identity, establishing who we are and where we’re going.
We’ve watched as friendships were made and broken; dreams created and destroyed; goals successfully met or painfully missed. We’ve become friends with people we never associated with in middle school, realizing that we all share common interests. We’ve supported these friends in their endeavors watched them grow, and listened to their problems and concerns.
Not everything has been perfect. The administration hasn’t listened to us, and homeroom was destroyed for a semester. The cafeteria was painted an ugly brown, and JV Tennis and Marching Band vanished. Some of our classes have been boring, and some of our teachers bad. There hasn’t been a Senior Snack Bar for two years, and we’ve been censored and limited in many ways.
We’ve observed many positive changes in our school as well. We have latches on most of the bathroom doors, and hall monitors were abolished. We finally adopted a real sexual harassment policy. Flowers were planted around the school, and swinging benches were added to the Quad. We no longer have to change in gym, even if the pool is still really gross. We’ve had a lot of fun. And, of course, our school newspaper has improved greatly.
Our senior year began, and we no longer have to listen to announcements for SATs, PSATs and Achievements. They were for juniors to deal with now. Many of us received college acceptance letters, and we all began preparing for next year. Senioritis struck and we all complained about the never-ending school year.
We await graduation, anxiously counting the weeks and days until we are free. But ever in our excitement, we can’t help admit that we may actually miss the school, some teachers, and our friends. We suddenly find ourselves sappy, signing sappy messages in the yearbooks, saying sappy things, and writing sappy editorials. But it’s all part of being a second semester senior.
Now we stand in front of the buildings that housed our schooling for the past four years. The once-intimidating buildings feel safe as we proceed cautiously and enthusiastically towards our futures. No matter where we go or what we do, however, the friends and memories established at IHS will live on forever.
May 1994
SENIOR SUPPLEMENT
NAME: Bryan Bangs
NICKNAME: Banger
PERSON/OBJECT OF LUST: YLM
PLACE MOST OFTEN FOUND: In court, LC’s house
FAVORITE PASTIMES: playing basketball
BEST MEMORIES: Jan. 30, ‘94 winning the intramural basketball championship against PWT, the I.S.S room.
WORST MEMORIES: K.B., Chinese fire drills, all of IHS
FAMOUS LAST WORDS: “You love it.”
BEST THING ABOUT BEING A SENIOR: Freedom, don’t have to go to classes, almost out of this depressing school, having 3 classes.
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: I leave all the freshmen my attitude—don’t let anyone control you.
HOW WILL WE RECOGNIZE YOU AT OUR 25TH CLASS REUNION?: I will be pulling up in a police car arresting all you drug addicts.
NAME: Amy Carrier
NICKNAME: Amer
PERSON/OBJECT OF LUST: Mikee Poo, The Neck, White-out.
PLACE MOST OFTEN FOUND: Used to be T.R- now at Weggies with the rest of the world.
FAVORITE PASTIMES: Hockey games, drawing, arguing my point.
FAVORITE SAYINGS: “Hi Hon,” “Sweetie Pie.”
BEST MEMORIES: DI, CC, MC, BB and I at Pizza Hut, NK, and volleyball, Hot Tamale, Yellow Jeans, Reigning Chubby Bunny champ, being a freshman with a junior boyfriend, “MIKEES,” Erin, Oz, Mike and I walking through Cornell, Driver’s Ed with Mike, Cornfields and Peacocks with Kim, Billy Joel (or was that the worst?)”
WORST MEMORIES: Could it be EC?. Halloween with Erin, Jeff and Mike, leaving my lights on . . . again, min. Wage. “I have to call my mom”- Oz.
FAMOUS LAST WORDS: “No, I won’t tell anyone.”
PARTING WORDS OF ADVICE: “Don’t get caught.”
BEST THING ABOUT BEING A SENIOR: I can finally go to IC, being closer to real life, we’re almost done.
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: I leave the carpeted shelves and my monogamy to Suzanne.
HOW WILL WE RECOGNIZE YOU AT OUR 25TH CLASS REUNION? Mike will be on my arm. I’ll be loving that red convertible BMW that I passed up for my blue Buick.
PREDICTIONS: Tim will really show up in a hot car wearing sunglasses at our 25th. I’ll learn how to Ballroom Dance, someday I’ll do 21 marshmallows, I’ll have more shoes than Imelda Marcos.
NAME: Jessica Nicole Caroline Brooke Elvis Chase
NICKNAME: “Jessica Rabbit,” Jess, Jess-meister.
PERSON/OBJECT OF LUST: Silk ties.
PLACE MOST OFTEN FOUND: A-building (of course).
FAVORITE PASTIMES: Stealing sweaters, bothering Loomis and Lloyd, driving the Brothers White home, writing to Utah, scheduling extra sectionals.
BEST MEMORIES: Toronto ‘92, Boston ‘92, New York City ‘93, Retreat ‘92 and ‘93, the Combined Court, AP English with Mr. Pullman, Madrigals ‘93, “Pajama Game,” “Guys and Dolls,” Ithaca College Composition Festivals (Gizmo Shop!) Mr. Trumble’s tie rack, Baldwinsville invitationals. Senor Prom ‘93, Hallelujah Chorus, water wars at Music Dept. picnics, Erin’s parties.
WORST MEMORIES: Earth Science freshman year, Congress in Action, the American History AP, my debut as a butterfly in “Into the Woods.”
FAMOUS LAST WORDS: Hey Aleks- I love you more than Anna does! Hey Aaron- you better join choir next year!
PARTING WORDS OF ADVICE: Register to vote so that we can knock a few high-and-mighty school board members out of office.
BEST THING ABOUT BEING A SENIOR: Stepping on sophomores.
LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: I leave my position as choir slave/toady to any naive freshman with no life. Lots of kiwi-strawberry Snapple and my knack for chattering endlessly to Aleks who needs it desperately. My senioritis to Erin Schlather and Siza Balada. My position as president of the ABW society to Nadya. Siderules, cubbyholes and elephant glue to Jen. Lots of elephant glue to Lisa, Beth, Kelly. Frostys, “Casey runs,” and Cabaret Night crepe paper Anna (I’ll get you!). All the Steinway grands and Hershey kisses in the world to Michael Aaron.
HOW WILL WE RECOGNIZE YOU AT OUR 25TH CLASS REUNION? I’ll be the one in the Laura Ashley maternity dress with seven happy kids pattering after me.
PREDICTIONS: Eric Boyd will finally publish his book; David Possen will win a Nobel Prize; Ryan and Rika will have lots of cute kids.