Foley High School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Foley, AL)

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ABC . . . ZZZ Zzz . . . that was a familar sound heard in class everyday. Whether due to lack of sleep the previous night because of an irresistible late, late show or to sheer bordeom. the results were the same. Exhausted students couldn ' t deny the urge to close their drooping eyelids. It all starts as the student begins to lose interest in his teacher. His mouth opens to let out a wide yawn. The eyelids start getting heavier and hea- vier. The sleepy victim moves to a more comfortable position to rest his head as he takes a short nap. A few minutes later, however, the student ' s short nap is rudely interrupted as the bell rings to end class. So he drowsily gets up, saunters to his next class and continues his nap. — Alisa Johnson ' ■ ' .. i. Hitting The Roads California, New York, England, France. Whether their vacation con- sisted of traveling out of state or just having time away from school, stu- dents were always well-prepared for their summer vacations. Some stu- dents worked during the summer, while others traveled, visited friends and relatives, or just stayed home and entertained themselves. Working students found jobs being cash register attendants, cleaning condominiums, working as stock- boys, and babysitting. Students who traveled visited Texas, Washington, Georgia, Tennessee or even Mexico or France. Other students found that just staying home with their families and taking it easy was a good way to spend summer break. Vacations for students varied, but no matter what students did during the summer, the best part was just having a break from school. — Daniel Thompson nsms Gold Nugget 25

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Cramming The Last Resort It is the last night before the test — the big test. It is already 9 p.m. What can I do? I will nev- er learn all of this material by tomorrow, you may cry in de- spair. You ' ve now placed your- self in the same situation that many a student before you has faced. You ' re cramming. Most students procrastinated studying until the last minute and were then forced into cram- ming. It did not matter if stu- dents had to take a ten word vocabulary test or even a six weeks test, the final resort was always cramming. However, some teachers discovered a method of preventing students from procrastinating — pop quizzes. Although students were con- stantly warned by teachers to not wait until the last minute, cramming sometimes proved to be the only way out of what stu- dents had once again gotten themselves into. — Daniel Thompson. Seeing Double Seeing Double Have you ever thought that you were seeing double? Some teachers thought they were when they saw a set of twins walking down the hall. For many twins, like Jacob and Joseph Prim, it was easy to play tricks on other people or trade places and fool the teacher. Some people call us Twidle Dum and Twidle Do, said Daxtor and Matthew Goforth, who really liked being twins. Some parents like (heir twins to dress alike, but others didn ' t. Even though faternal twins could easily be told apart, identical twins were almost impossible to identify. Most twins were put into separate classes so the teacher would not have so many problems. At times, it seemed that their other classmates could tell them apart easier than the teachers. Twins, sometimes confusing to outsiders, stayed busy keeping people on their toes. — Vicki Ewing V £y ' oi D Ruff, ruff, ruff ... the royal dog of the school. Earl B. Taylor, performed before thousands of people during a seg- ment for the six o ' clock news on WKRG TV 5. Human inter- est reporter Keith Brunson and his cameraman visited the middle school campus to do a report called Teacher ' s Pet. The story introduced Earl to the audience and gave the account of how Earl came to be adopted as the school dog. Film footage showed that Earl was treated just like any other student. Mr. Brunson made one major observation about Earl when he said, Unlike most students. Earl B. Taylor has no ambition to graduate. Earl made school his home year round. During the sum- mer he stuck close to Mr. Ivan Jones, but as soon as school started, he returned to room 8 where he received food, water and attention from Miss Deborah Lundberg and her seventh grade students. Stray dogs came and went, but seldom did a dog come that got as much attention as Earl — certainly none were cunning enough to become a TV star like Earl B. Taylor. — Tereasa Anderson 24 Gold Nugget

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LESIEK 1CE As he peeked around the corner, he slow- ly drew out his telescopic eyes, his secret weapon. The binoculars belonged to that dreaded discipline principal. Coach Lester Smith. He stalked the school like an Indian, turning up whenever you least expected him. He was a pro looking for any clues leading him to a student out of line. Waiting in parking lots, he checked students as they left school in cars and trucks just to make sure that none of them were skipping. He made his way around the campus daily scoping for students who might be break- ing a rule. Often spending time during break and lunch in the restrooms, he watched for rulebreakers smoking those long-awaited cigarettes or sneaking their heartthrobs ' names on walls. The crimes- topper worked all day long calling students into the office to verify earlier absences. Coach Smith was that dreaded administra- tor in charge of punishment. He gave out sentences and assigned expulsions. What- ever students did, they had to be careful not to step out of line because Coach Smith was on the prowl. — Susan Lipscomb Smoke Inhalation Engulfed in a puff of smoke, you breathlessly make your way to a clear airpocket to wheeze a breath of unpolluted air. Your lungs once again armed with sustenance, you either go back to the mirror to fin- ish primping or return to your place in line, gasping for air. Puff- ing away on their cancer sticks , the smokers, seemingly oblivious to the threat of at least a three-day suspension if caught, shrewdly take shelter behind bathroom stalls as those urgently needing to get in wait breathlessly outside. Dying of smoke inhalation, and un- able to find any more airpockets, you rush outside, grateful to once again inhale oxygen instead of nic- otine. You ' re now ready to greet the world — smelling like a smokes- tack and still in desperate need of going to the restroom. — Kim Smith 26 Gold Nugget