Pine Forest High School - Pifonoca Yearbook (Fayetteville, NC)

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Wlltlll Bllll I Nt A long and winding road. Scott Stewart spent much of his Twilight Zone running zil- lions of miles at cross-country practice. ' ?-ESQ You unlock the door with the key of imagination. Behind it is another di- mension, a dimension of sound, a di- mension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shad- ow and of substance and of things and ideas . . . You've just crossed into The Twilight Zone. From 3:25 until 8:30 the next morn- ing we enter a twilight zone, another world a world of freedom. Free- dom to be where we want to be and to do what we want to do. Freedom from a structured schedule and teacher's voices. All we must do is choose our path. Some choose the path leading home. We leave in cars or on buses. When We arrive, most of us have only one thing on our minds - food. Qthers prefer to catch up on sleep. Some spend the rest of the day talking on the phone or visit- ing friends. The serious scholars head straight for the books and tackle their homework. Some take the path of the working American, either leaving school early or punching the clock after school. Weekend and after school jobs are a Before the bell sounded at 3:25, Sonrii Dyer has already entered his own Twilight Zone, A mysterious glow from the Booster Club con- cession stand draws hungry fans from the bleach- ers during a Friday night game. means of saving money for college or one's dream car. Some employment is career related and provides valuable experience. Cthers may choose the path of the athlete faithfully practicing day after day. ln stifling heat or freezing rain long hours into the night, these disci- plined individuals forget the sore mus- cles and fatigue to be winners. With the weekend comes still an- other dimension - a dimension of fun. There is a special sound in the toll of Fridays 3:25 bell. Excitement fills the air as the long awaited weekend finally arrives, The halls seem louder than they are on the four previous days as we finalize our plans. We may hear someone nervously ask for a date, or maybe comments about a big game echo down the halls. No matter what we choose to do, at 3:25 each day we unlock the door and cross into another dimension removed from sitting in a classroom. lt is a di- mension of realization and personal choice. lt is our dimension of freedom e our Twilight Zone. Student Life 13

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wgxililiw To wait: a verb mean: fl .al to remain stationary in readiness or expectation, Cl.bl to pause tor another to catch up, C2.al to look torward expectantly, C2.bl to remain temporarily neglected or un- realized. At numerous times during high school we seem to play a waiting game. Waiting tor SAT scores, waiting tor the bell to ring, waiting in the lunch line, waiting to be a senior, waiting to be a junior, waiting tor the pro, waiting tor a date, waiting to be l6, waiting to be l8, waiting tor acceptance to college, wait- ing ior a jolo, waiting tor summer, wait- ing tor the weekend, waiting tor class rings, waiting tor a holiday, waiting tor graduation, waiting tor drivers license, waiting to make the team, waiting tor the phone to ring, waiting tor the bus. We wait and wait. Sometimes we wonder it it's worth it. Teachers play the game a1so.a Coach Rat- ledge waits for the Xerox machine sixth period. A mob of famished students wait in line for lunch during the second lunch period. 14 Student Lite Sometimes we torget what it's all tor . . . But during those great moments ot pride and satisfaction when our SAT score was just what the college re- quired, when we walk through the doors ot what used to be the gym but is now an elegant ballroom, when we get that letter ot acceptance trom college, when we can legally sit behind the wheel ot a car without a nervous moth- er or father there to stutter us into in- sanity, and, the proudest moment ot all, when we walk across the stage to shake Mr. Warren's hand and receive our ticket to success, it's these times when we wonder how waiting can be so much tun. Sometimes, impatience causes us to tail to see that eventually the waiting will end. Playing the waiting game, lane Coury checks her watch in anticipation ot the loell,