Fairfield High School - Talon Yearbook (Fairfield, CA)

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'X' Slight Return Return to the innocent days as a freshman. You were a strange bunch that bubbled and seethed with frenzied spirit. lt overran the edges of your mouth with as much gusto as foam on warm beer. You marched as one, easily iden,tit7ed by crispy high water levis and T-shirts, sparkling new dresses accompanied by innocent stares, and an empty look waiting to be Hlled by the new atmosphere thrust upon you. Ahhhh! To be a freshman again. Some would forget, but you cannot. Always remember! A slight return .... You awoke to find the day Hnally here, when you, as a full fledged freshman would attend your first day of high school. You donned your spanking new school clothes and left home prepared with new notebook and unsharpened No. 2's to meet all possible emergencies of your first day of high school. Your legions grew as you passed friends' houses and they came rushing out to join you in fear of being isolated upon the campus, without support. As you moved to the quaaj the bustle of students looked like a picture postcard of army ants of Tananika. Finally, you assumed a spot upon the freshman bench and a man in a red coat uttered the words that would seal you to the next four years, Welcome to Fairfield- High School. A slight return . . . . Return to the first high school classes you had. When you first received your schedule, in frenzied excitement. You contact, perhaps by chance, someone you knew who was at that very time attending high school in order to obtain counsel about' the teacher you would have. ln those shocking moments you were told that so and so was a real bummer, but so and so was really boss. WOW! How groovy that would be. So with your fears and joys of obtaining those teachers, you plunged in, for-warned, to find your fears false . . . or worse, to find your fears true! You can 't win them all. A slight return .... Remember spirit as in the olden days of FHS. Some could not perceive, but we seniors know. How in the year of 7969- 7970 it rushed upon many with such great force as to stymie,all previous ideas of it. Few withstood its appeal and more joined its legions with uncontrolled cheering. Long ago people found rallies something to savoun They were mandatory and everyone attended If you can perceive the idea of not just good rallies but great rallies, then you were a freshman in 7969-7970. Remember? Wind up balsa wood airplanes mastered the atmosphere of the gym- nasium. Three point landings occured in the middle of cheers, skits, and drill team numbers. Many spanned the length of the gym to reach hangers composed of fingers that refueled the rubber bands. Again they were off The faculty threw a rally that had everyone enthralled in laughter. Those times are gone, but not forever. A slight return .... Dances go like Napoleon on the battle Held, covering the flank with battalions of people on the floor, heel deep in sawdust. The bands lie in the front wing, much as drummer boys and bagpipers precede the army of a thousand. Tac squads of boys stand precariously in small demo teams awaiting the explosion when the band starts to rock out. The girls line the benches in solemn formation as if they listened to the attack plans of the Held generals. They carefully stand in the security of numbered groups scattered about the floor like bits of shrapnel. Scouts drifttabout in the woods of people spotting a possible route to attack. Eyes roll about in prowling observation. The war begins, the band strikes up a