Willingboro High School - Yearbook (Willingboro, NJ)

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limi Paula and Daras Wetzel wave Hello to Florida. The alarm clock goes off. Amid the dark and gloom of the house a tired Senior stirs and reaches for the bell. He turns it off. Struggling out of bed and staggering towards the bathroom, he wonders, Is this really worth it? Later, in several hours or so, an answer crashes through time and space, reverberating inside his apathetic head . . . You bet your sweet bippy it is! What event could cause 150 Seniors to migrate into school two full hours before it opens? What event could cause fourteen tired, overworked teachers and administrators to sacrifice 96 hours of life? What disease could cause big, round black ears to emerge atop seventeen-year-old heads? The cataclysmic event that occurs once every year - SENIOR TRIP! Again, right on schedule, it happened once more. The semi-conscious Seniors arrived bloodshot and yawn- ing at the school on or about 6:00 in the morning. With limitless tenacity and conviction, the chaperones, in a blind stupor, searched the Seniors' luggage. Only the usual was found: several containers of Stridex, Clearasil, a tube of Preparation H, and two dozen disco scarves. These kids were set. Boarding their buses, these lucky Seniors and their ruthless chaperones made way for the airport and be- yond. The sun peeked its winter gaze over the sleezy hori- zon as they received their boarding passes for the plane. Some cool Srs. are going to the The Court ofFlags Hotel Hukilau. After checking through security and being stripped of their sawed off shotguns, the adventurers boarded the souped-up DC-8 and prepared for takeoff. As the powerful bird lifted its glorious wings over Philly International, cheers of praise and adulation filled the plane, all were exuberant, except for Mr. Feldman - he was air-sick. At last the plane landed. The pilot's relieved voice came over the intercom. Welcome to Orlando. It's partly sunny and 79 degrees. How ironic, the class of '79 thought to themselves, as they laughed and sang on the way to the hotel. After a brief swim and the arrival of some tardy luggage, the group headed out for Sea World - land of fat tourists with sunglasses and big noses. All that sunny day, these escaped convicts from the dirty cells of New Iersey wan- dered about pointing at Dolphins, laughing at Sea Lions, and walking very carefully through the you-pet-'em Deer Park. Slowly the sun set and a warm breeze blew gently across some sunburnt faces. In the midst of a Polynesian pavilion, they partook of a luau. Never has the masculinity of a hula been demonstrated as well as when Mr. Mulder took the spotlight. Mrs. Morris wasn't so bad, either. The Blues .Brothers made their debut and Mr. Trama showed his dancing talents. The hostess-for-the-trip said that in 200 Syl: fu Mrs. Carson shows some postcards to Veronica Young and Iacque Woods. Cathy Schrier and Leigh Dinkler are having a 164 blast on C1nderella's Carousel.

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Sea World's famous seals enjoy the lovely Florida weather. 'S-rr 'ff A ufiliflffgiii. T' R Below the chaperones, Ms. Gaines, Ms. Kircher, Ms. Masters, Ms. Soderstrom, Ms. McMenamin, Mr. Marchione, Ms. Morris and Mr. Trama, get ready for an excitin day at Sea World. Right, Shamu, one ofgthe class's favorite attractions takes a flying leap out of the water. luaus, this had been the best yet. With chants of Shamu, Shamu , the Seniors and their zombi chaperones went back to the hotel, and schemed for the next day's venture into Disneyworld. Was Mickey ready for them? The thrill of Space Mountain and the timeless beauty of Walt Disney swept the Seniors off their blistered feet and carried them with Peter Pan into Never-Never Land. Unfor- tunately, the ride broke down. Cinderella's Castle glistened in the sunlight as the group's picture was taken. The magi- cal day in the Kingdom was topped off with a jamming disco back at the hotel.. The next day, like an inexpensive whiskey, improved with age. The overzealous Seniors attacked The Pirates of the Caribbean. They took a spin on The Mad Tea Party, and went diving 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. What's a league? they pondered. Mr. Gillis explained that it was 14 teams split into two opposing divisions, East and West. With wide eyes and gaping mouths the Seniors wondered aimlessly about the place oblivious to the most potential danger - sunburn. Later that day, Mickey, Pluto, Donald, and Goofy came out and had a couple sodas with the chaperones. Iced tea, Donald said. Ms. Klein just smiled at him with a gleam. Soon night fell and Disneyworld lit up like a wonderful dream. Three lucky Seniors watched the sun set breathlessly into the west from atop the Contempor- ary Hotel. Unfortunately they were out of B tickets and had to stay up there for the rest of the trip. That night, fireworks exploded in the sky in a series of beautiful colors and hues. Tears rolled down Mr. McGrath's face as the fireworks shined brightly above the Magic Castle. Soon Mr. Gorski stepped off his foot and the tears subsided. Singing the Mickey Mouse Theme, the Seniors and their catatonic pq.. .W-1 ,.--. -- -. f-ff' - f ' ' ' A. Some nervous Srs. takes a picture before the plane takes-off