San Gorgonio High School - Summit Yearbook (San Bernardino, CA)

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Sandra McClellan Ryan McCombs -A 14 u Ryan Keith McConnell Marke Da vid McCracken John McPherson Michael John McClanahan Vica 1 1 Ryan Keith McConnell Showgroup 10, 11, 12; Concert Choir 9, 10, 11, 12; Men ' s Chcir 9, 10, 11, 12; Jazz Choir 10. 12 Marke David McCracken German Ciub 9, 10; Day trippers 9; Scramblers 1 1

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Seniors are dedicated musicians The Spartan marching, concert, and jazz bands were well-known for their active participation at athletic and other school related functions. A lot of dedication and time was demanded of these musi- cians during their involvement with one or more of these ensembles Among the most dedicated and en thusiastic members of the band were also students in the class of ' 83. Leroy Boan — tuba, trumpet, Trinis Chapman — tuba, Cindy Perez — baritone, bells, Charis Faulkner — flute, Susan Lewis — flute, Vicki Corona — flute, Valerie Gray — clarinet, Myra-Joi Anderson — flute, David Verkest — trumpet, David Lassiter — trumpet, french horn, JoEva Peabody — percussion, and Robert Tolliver — drum-major, sax ophone, and oboe player were the Spartan senior musicians. Many of these people had been involved with music department during a large portion of their attendance at San G. Not only were these seniors in San G ' s instrumental groups, but many were also members of community and other extracurricular musical activities. On Friday nights, the band performed their routines of Los Diablos, Winner ' s Circle, Firebird, Notre Dame, and of course the Alma Mater at home sporting events. Some of the highlights of the senior class were David Lassiters solos on the trumpet and Cindy Perez center stage with the bells. The entire band kept the Spartan spirit alive in the stands during football and basketball seasons. Cinder the direction of Mr. Doug Emerson, the Dixie Land group also contributed to the cause. This having been Mr. Emerson ' s last year at San G., many seniors in the band felt very lucky to have been under his direction. Leticia Livermore Timothy Lombardo Sharon Longcor Antoinett Lopez Richard Luna Crystal Lusk Jeffrey Lusk Michael John McClanahan

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I gotta get outta this place can ' t be lie v? what is happening here ' How absolutely degrading I ' ve never ex perienced anything so embarrassing in my lite. Here I sit, for an entire six hours while I listen to the seconds tick by on the clock above the door to the free world. If you haven ' t guessed by now, this is a true and factual account of the goings on of the OCS classroom. OCS is the abbreviation for On Campus Suspension which is like a punishment by torture. This is where it all begins, after a set amount of tar dies or truancies student may be informed by his or her vice principal that he is nor being a good student and must therefore serve his time in OCS. More severe sentences are given for more drastic situations, but generally two days of all six periods is the usual suspension time When the administration assigns you to OCS, you are given a form which must be signed by your parents. The fun part is explain ing to Mom and Dad why you were tardy to first period so many times when they dropped you off at 7: Warn every day. (the broken locker excuse is no longer valid) I arrived at school early the first day because it would not be wise to be late for this, too. Making sure to take in all of the sights and sounds of the busy quad, I took short slow steps. I sucked in my last breath of fresh air and grabbed the door knob to D-6 while I glanced to be sure that no one saw me go in there. Ugh, I ' m in. My name? Uhhh . . I whispered softly to the teacher my name and grade hoping that no one heaid it — praying to remain anonymous. Luckily, I recognized no one and no snickering could be heard from the back, so I sighed, relieved but not uneasy. This is my first time in. What do I do? The instructor had me sign a roster, take a seat and find something to do For those of us who didn ' t bring books we were for- tunate enough to practice our penmanship while copying from an outdated biology book. How absolutely educational I suppose half of these people would rather be here than doing legitimate work in a real classroom. After I ' d been sitting long enough to get situated and find a comfortable position to last six hours, the door flew open and a face appeared bellowing, Okay, let ' s go. Restroom break! Everyone stood stretched and moved towards the door an- ticipating the sunshine and fresh air, but not before a head count. I felt like part of a herd of cattle Mooing could be heard from the back of the group as we filed out of the room towards the drinking fountain. Once back in the room I began to get sleepy and had to fight back the yawns that were building up in my bored little body. As the time crawled by, I found myself getting a little hungry. I began to daydream and imagine my friends at Burger King as the aroma of hot popcorn filled the little room from the student store nearby. The worst part about the whole thing is the feeling of total captivity. The bell would ring to change classes, and I looked around to see no one move an inch. The sounds of footsteps, laughter and busy conversation made me ache to get out of that room. The OCS system is ridiculous, but extremely effective. For some students it may be endurable, but for me it was an incredible waste of precious time. Believe me, I ' m never going back there! For those locked in OCS a little bit of humor helps the time pass away. Nancy io Maddox Lawrence Anthony Mainez