Yorktown High School - Grenadier Yearbook (Arlington, VA)

Page 10 text:

Paul Koleda and his boys hanging out during Beach Week. Contrary to popular belief, there is a mellow side of Ocean City. 6 Warmth of the Sun

Page 9 text:

From September to June our lives revolve mainly around Yorktown High School. We spend hours in classes, even more time after school for clubs and sports, and then go home to do more work. But many of the things we do with the school are just for fun. On the weekends, we get rowdy with everybody at Friday night games. Saturday nights are often spent at super- crowded parties getting to know our classmates, and then there is always the Sunday night social hour at the library. During the week, lunchtime at Yorktown is often a packed car on its way to Roy Rogers filled with students escaping the Macke-filled cafeteria. Even in the summer we see our classmates, down in Ocean City where it gets very crowded with kids from York- town. Considering what a large part Yorktown plays in our lives, it is hard for us not to be affected by such words as: declining enroll- ment, school closings, and con- solidation. We know that we are a small school, but it hasn't damp- ened the spirit at Yorktown. We still have the fun, the laugh- ter, the good times, and most importantly, the people that make each year a memorable one at Yorktown High School. w '- . -V i. ' Hgettmc school niifiWv fllJif ItllAvandLisaHo aifUscapc

Page 11 text:

Warmth of The countdown was over. The hallways were silent; the lockers stood empty. A warm, sultry breeze rustled the last shreds of evidence littering the floor, blowing away the only traces that students had ever walked and talked and laughed in those corridors. School was over — at least for three months — and we were ready. After surviving yet another year without fringe ben- efits (like sleep), it was finally time to be luxurious, to throw away the textbooks and indulge ourselves. And oh, how we indulged! Savage tanners attacked Ocean City voraciously only hours after the final bell had tolled. After an entire year of partying, the idea of a Beach Week's worth was not that exciting, but the atmo- sphere of sun, surf, good friends and freedom made the prospect quite enticing. An oceanfront condo, the moonlit sands, life- guards, bikinis, a full refrigera- tor .. It was the stuff dreams are made of. Some of us spent the hot months traveling. Whether we went around the world, across the Sun .. the country, or simply to the nearest picnic grounds, the change of scenery did a world of good. (Anything is better than the lovely green-tiled walls of YHS.) Even if we never left the backyard, the name of the game was lazy relaxation, for most of us spent the summer gloriously doing nothing. Even if we worked, there was an adequate amount of free time set aside. After the rigorous school schedule of meetings, sports events, dances, and .. oh yeah, homework (when we could squeeze it in), those long sum- mer days were a godsend. No sue o'clock reveilles or late night study sessions. Imagine swim- ming and playing tennis for fun! How peaceful and relaxing it was just to lie in the sun and watch the world go by (especial- ly certain species of it). Con- certs were enjoyed as never be- fore, for it didn't matter that we didn't get home until three a.m. There was no need to get up be- fore noon anyway. Oh how well we'll remember those few weeks of bliss ... Despite Steve's spectacular soccer skills, he just can't quite measure up to the Great Wall of China. Mike's soft touch soothes Paul's burn- ing back. The Crew Cut Club laughs as Will fails to succeed in “Simon Says. Eric and Diane enjoy a lazy summer afternoon at Great Falls. Summer '82 7