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May 1997
A farewell to our readers
Decisions have been made, the last editorials written, and the paper has
finally been put to bed. Oh, the tears we have shed and the blood we have
sweated.
—No Anne, it’s sweat. Wait a minute...check the dictionary.
—Okay. Sweat or sweated. We’re both right.
—^What an appropriate way to end our last disagreement. Back to the fare
well column.
Well, guys, it’s been fun. But this is the last day of classes, we graduate
in less than two weeks, and the slackness has set in.
We hope that we have been able to present things in the paper this year
that surprised you and sparked infomed discussions. We’ve had a mixture
of controversy (every journalist’s dream) and a lack of news this year, so
we’ve done our best to present the truth to you, when available. After all
we have accomplished, we can only hope not to have offended anyone and
to have entertained as many as possible. While a newspaper is mostly infor
mational, it is also supposed to be enjoyable, and we, as editors, have defi
nitely enjoyed this year.
Of course, we must do the requisite “thank-yous” to all those people
who made our lives more bearable (or less) than they otherwise would have
been. Thank you to Dan Davenport, for leaving us a wonderful paper to
build on; our adviser, Sandra, who came to the Stentorian second semester
and fit right in immediately; David Stein and the Communications office
for their generous sharing of resources and advice; Dr. Barber, who put up
with more than her share of journalism tragedies this year and Jennifer
Madriaga, who gave us unconditional, unlimited support and very good
advice from day one.
And of course, thank you to our fabulous staff who put up with more
than their share of Monica’s verbal lashings, especially our senior crew
who has stuck with the paper the last two years and has gone above and
beyond the call of journalistic duty (it’s the last thing we will write at
NCSSM, we are allowed to use a cliche!).
We want to leave Becca Booi, Peter McKnight, Kevin deMiranda and
the 1998 staff the best of luck next year. We hope that the long hours and
work we have put in this year will prove useful to you.
To the Class of 1997, we love you dearly! Thank you for your support
and friendship. Wherever you end up in the future, never forget two of the
best years you will ever spend. We definitely will not forget you.
With Love,
Anne and Monica
Stentorian
North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics
1219 Broad Street Durham, NC 27705
Editors-in-Chief: Monica E>ev, Anne Fawcett
Layout Editors: Theo Luebke, Smita Trivedi
Photography Editor: Leonard Tran
Graphics Coordinator: April Kinsey
Adviser: Sandra Baker
Contributors; Erica Jones
Layout: Monica Dev, Anne Fawcett, Theo Luebke, Smita Trivedi
Photographers: Anne Fawcett, Theo Luebke,
Quyen Nguyen, David Stein, Leonard Tran, Josh Wray
'We're outta Here!
Class of '97: The end to an era
ERICA TONES
There is a sign outside of 3rd Bryan which
states it so perfectly. “The end to the era".
The end of the year has finally come,
along with the end of all the traumas of the
graduating class of 1997. As has been said
since April 24, 1996, we’ve seen fire and
we’ve seen rain — not to mention a hurri
cane which brought a power outage. So many
things have happened and so many memo
ries made.
The Science and Math experience has
been one that I, nor any other person I’m sure,
will ever forget. It was in
this place that I made my
first C and cried my first tear
about failing my first
Dusenbury test. It was here
that I had to share the tele
phone with a hundred other
girls, it seemed, for the first
time. It was here that I had
to learn how to live with someone even when
1 was mad and wanted to shut them out, for
the first time. It was here that made me real
ize how important saving pennies were when
I ran out of money and needed some popcorn
or oodles of noodles for all those late nights
of homework.
Because some of us were so young when
we first arrived, it was here that we met oiu
first special someone whom we thought would
be the love of our life. However, it was also
here that showed us that there were other
people (in SouthSquare) who we wouldn’t
mind chillin’ with on a regular basis.
I’ve made some of my best friends at Sci
ence and Math, not to mention some of my
worst arguments.
If these walls could talk, they would tell
such a story as has never been told. They
would tell a tale of tears, of laughter, of joy
unspeakable, and of horrors unheard of. I,
along with the other 200 and something girls
living in the Beall-Bryan-Reynolds complex
never thought that one night we would have
to stand outside a lot longer than usual for yet
another fire drill — except that this time, it
wasn’t just a drill. I’m sure the guys in Hill,
who always do their homework anyway, never
thought they would have to do all of it during
the day or with a flashlight during those nights
that Fran took the power from Science and
Math.
Has it all been worth it? Were those tears
over failed tests, heartaches, broken friend
ships, late night arguments, and God only
knows what else really worth staying two
years? Juniors may be still pondering this
question. Those seniors who are going to the
college of their dreams
may say yes. And those
of us who didn’t get to
make it thus far, for one
reason or another, will
never know.
But I say YES, it
was all worth whatever
I went through the past
two years. All those tears, breakups, and even
C’s were worth what I’ve learned personally
while residing here. I have made friendships
that I know will last a lifetime. There are
people I’ve met here that I know I can count
on no matter what and those same people
know that they can count on me too. The de
cisions I’ve had to make while living here are
ones that have changed the rest of my life and,
at times, my whole outlook on life. And there
are experiences I’ve been through here at
S&M that I wouldn’t trade for any others.
Class of 1997, we made it! And we will
continue to do so throughout our lives just
because of who each one of us has become.
We are all leaders and we will be leading our
world along the right path, making better de
cisions than our forefathers, and leaving this
place a better one for those who will come
after us. Class of 1998, much love to you and
if you haven’t been traumatized up to this
point, stick it out because the best is yet to
come.