Appomattox High School - Traveler Yearbook (Appomattox, VA)

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SP-IR-IT; Got spirit, un-huh, Lets here it; Alright! When we came to the high school, we were confronted with a great burst of spirit. As we grew, our spirit grew. When we clap, yell, and stomp our feet, it's for a reason. That reason be- ing, when our attention is focused on our teams, we epitomize the spirit or the word victory. Some of us have more spirit than others, but com- bined, we boost the morale of our Raiders and Raiderettes to victory. . Some have got it and some don't. The rifle core performing during half-time “Hey Johna, the net is the other way.” Sideline suspense. Rodney Lawson says, “look, I’m Tarzan.” 16

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ee A) AW ) a a rn . LA es a eee @ uF hie ig P ma © ms Met it vevER SINS ‘€ SR SHRERHRDR ERG GG EE! VULUAUERERUUN DAR p pert ees The role of a high school administrator must be one of the most trying, demanding, yet rewarding professions a person could get involved in. Qualities characteristic of such a leader should include understanding, patience, loyalty to the cause of education, and, maybe most importantly, a sense of humor. The individual who could fill those boots would obviously be of unique character. It takes more than a college cer- tificate or a master’s degree in school law — it takes years of dedication and determination. On top of this, the ad- ministrator needs to earn the acceptance and respect of the student body. Our school is able to boast of such a man who is not sim- ply an employee but one of the roots of what makes us what we are. With his feet firmly established in Raider Country af- ter 19 years, we feel that Mr. John McLean deserves more than the title of assistant principal — he’s our, “Where-would- we-be-withaqut-him man.” For this r students (tk you've freely ait g feeling of self-worth, we proudly and respectfully present this book to you and say, “Thanks, Mr. Mac.” 15 i i i RI er dG 3 DENTS TE ETE

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THE ALARM CLOCK breaks on his un- awareness. And miraculously the regret leaves his tired face, when his subconscious reminds him, “Hey, we’re going hunting.” His body, almost miraculously follows as if in answering. Dressing to suit the frostbit- ten air and ground, he wonders a moment, why? But as soon as he is into nature and watching the morning break the blue-gray sky and brush the horizon with her warm parting glow he then instinctively realizes why. He is now part of nature. Patiently, he waits for that. rustling sound, the warm smell or that quick glance that will give him a chance at his prize of pride. Knowing that the prize will be ap- preciated at home and that it is a necessary link in nature, he feels proud and satisfield. If he is lucky, tonight he will entertain the others with the story of his conquest. Fae ae ee % -», Mike Wooten gets,a ‘close shot, at a deer. good shot. Glen aims toward a Mrs. Covington also finds enjoyment out of hunting. Reet Mic atic starch Tod