Elko High School - Pohob Yearbook (Elko, NV)

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 lear the hall—it’s lunch! Seven times a day the bell rings, releas- ing 900 pent up students into the hall- ways of four buildings. So much hap- pens in the five minutes before classes that trying to keep track of it all could send someone into shock. Before school is the mad rush to finish the assignments that somehow got lost in the locker the night before. After first hour it is necessary to run and find someone with American history first hour so that the vocabulary questions on the test won’t be a surprise. If you have to go to the bathroom, you’re out of luck because you only have four minutes to get to the next class. Be- tween 2nd and 3rd, you always see that special person, but today he or she didn’t say hi, so you are crushed and worry about it and pout about it all during 4th hour. When you see all of the nice photos in your locker, you feel better. There are other fish in the sea— Your afternoon is terrible. You man- aged to drop all of your colored pen- cils in the middle of the hall of the junior building. What a nightmare! Ten people destroyed the feelings in your hand with their feet. You got the §2 test in history, and all of your an- swers are wrong. Walking down the hall after 7th, you feel the tiredness sink into your shoulders, and you feel the book bag make one side of your body droop lower than the other. It is the end of the day, and you won- der why the teachers have those silly smiles on their faces. Maybe they are stuck there. What a way to end the day— Otto, Steve, and Jerry take a seat at the Stock- men's and contemplate on grub.

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FLASH! DEET DA DEET DA DEET DEET DA DEET Dateline EHS—11:38 am Stomachs grown, ... 11:48 am still growling ... tick ... tick ... 11:59 • • • Nerves tense ... tick ... 12:00 pm. Two more minutes! ... 12:01 ... oh please ... 30 seconds ... 5 ... 4 ... RING! What does it mean? Why, it means freedom, it means opportu- nity, it means a balanced meal in- volving appropriate portions of the Five basic food groups. It means LUNCH! Most boys and girls bee- bop down to Nuke Burger or Cluck n’ Chuck. Bashful George saunters down the hall un- aware of his adoring public. Then they go to the counter and order one of those thingy burgers that weigh virtually an ounce, are an eighth of an inch thick, and almost that big in diameter. The fun part is getting your thingy burgers with katsup, pickles, and tomatoes, and discovering that it has onions, let- tuce, and secret sauce. This sauce is so secret” that it was created in an unsuccessful glue experiment. But, that's lunch. The congested halls at voting time, skillfully controlled by Mrs. Ivie. A typical female locker: all hunks in place. Lunch for Mr. Rossolo at 7-11 means much less than a balanced meal from the look on his face. Hey, what are we standing around here for? It's lunch time! Student Life 28

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SATURDAYS EHS students work hard at having fun A good game of one-on-one is always a relaxing way to spend Saturday. Some students enjoy going to school on Saturdays (1986 Saturday School) Saturday (A day in the journal of a student) Panicing, I bolted from my bed and felt cold sweat beads trickle down my cheek. I jerked my head to look at the clock; 9:04 it read. Oh,...” I saved myself before trumpeting and embarrassing slang word. After hastily dressing and tossing a Twinkie into my dry mouth, I overhead my mother cry, Work’s at eleven, son! Stopping dead, I bit my lip. My hair was a maelstrom of sweat, my face showing deep-red lines and bags under my eyes big enough to carry groceries home in. Oh,... I restrained myself again. It was Saturday ... my day off, my day to fill my belly and kick my feet up in relaxation. If I had to, I could watch cartoons with my bratty bro. I tried to fall back asleep, but my brain only told my eyelids to open. Stay shut ...” Try though I might, they would only drift open. In rebellion, my legs began to become active. So I got up. II o’clock came and I came to work at 11:01. You’re late!” my boss declared. I fumbled with my uniform and proceeded to wake up. Work came and went, and I left the building smelling of burger gre and vinegar. Now, the rest of the day is mine . . . mine . . . MINE!!! The phone rang and I seized the receiver viciously. Hello! I blar Is your mommy home, dear!” ...... I couldn’t stop swearing. Wrong caller. Finally I decided to cruise Main in my hot, rusty Toyota Corolla. It is hard to pick up chicks in my car - if I have some hunk in the passenger si 11:00 p.m. I am running out of fuel. No friends. No money. Well, I'll be a ...” I then, midnight strikes and, like in fairy-tales, my car's magical warrat dies, and my car’s back tire blows out. So much for this Saturday. Sunday's are always less eventful - borii but less eventual. I’m sure next Saturday will be just as exciting. Tune in next tin Sianara. by Jerry L. Hendershot I like Saturday a lot better than Monday.” A sage observation from the v. sage Scott McDonald. Brittani Kail and Buffy Bajoneta practice horseback riding in case a handsome knight in a white Charger should show up. Steven Canas goes into shock learning he spent all night in McDonald's and it is now Sunday morning.