Etna Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Etna, CA)

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FIRST PRIZE ESSAY 'Bea The best years of your lives are those four years you spend in high school. I doubt if there is a single student who hasn't, at sometime or another, heard those yery words from their elders. However the usual re- sponse is, What makes you think so? To the Freshman, the first few months of high school are exciting, new, and different. They arrive at school on time every day with a sparkle in their eyes and appear prepared for anything tha.t might happen. The upper- classmen think: How stupid these Freshmen are- they don't realize what they're in for. Of course, these lively Freshmen don't know, and, furthermore, they don't care. To them, this is the best year of their lives. The life of the Sophomores is indeed very dull. They have experienced the thrill of being Freshmen, and ac- cording to them, there is nothing to look forward to in this second year of torture. They begin to realize that there is nothing worthwhile left in high school. They drag through one hundred and seventy-nine days of the same classes where they see only the same faces. Tests, quizzes, and more quizzes, and tests are hurled at them. They begin to wonder just why anyone ever thought of high school as the best years of their lives. The Junior Class- Upper-Classmen -take their SECOND PRIZE STORY eww? newly acquired title very seriously. Maybe too seriously, for in the eyes of the other three high school classes, this title has gone to their heads. But the juniors are experiencing what every Junior does. The same teacher who aggravates them on one day, is, the next day, the best teacher in school, and other teachers are placed on and taken off their hate list. Whether the teachers know it or not, in the life of every junior, each teacher takes his place on a hate list. The Juniors know for a fact that this is not the best year of their lives. When the class acquires the title UD Senior, for the first time in their four years together, they become closer than ever before. Most of the members of the Senior Class hardly realize this, but unknowingly, there are a few -incidents that display this fact. The Senior Class is usually the underdog Why? This is because of the following reason: the Freshmen think the Seniors push them around too muchg the Sophomores think the Seniors are too stuck-upg the Juniors think the Seniors know too muchg and the teachers think the Seniors are not serious enough and get senioritis too soon. The Seniors may think they know about everything, but one thing is certain, in a few years they too will be saying, those were the best years of our lives. -Joanne Smith, Senior 7m Wan He was a large black dog, affectionate, lazy, not too intelligent, and slightly clumsy. He liked to hunt and whuffle around through the brush looking for every- thing-and nothing in general. He couldn't track to amount to anything, and I don't know why I took him hunting that day. Perhaps it was because I knew what it meant to be left home from a hunting trip. Chances weren't good for deer that dayg the weather was as hot and dry as it had been all month. The sun was slightly red as a result of some forest fires, and it gave off a blistering dry heat. I left about eleven in the morning, intending to go on a short hunt and eat when I came back. I walked slowly because of the heat. There were signs of deer, but mostly they were small tracks-does and fawns. The dog didn't try to pick any of these signs up but axnbled along as if it were almost a chore. I headed for the spring where I thought some deer might have bedded. The spring was dry now, and the remaining grass was cropped close. Apparently it didn't offer much attraction for the deer, for there were no fresh beds that I could see and very little other sign. As hunting was discouraging, I decided to go home and wait for a better day. I also decided to take the long way home. The dog was ambitious now, as the