Barnesville High School - Senrab Yearbook (Barnesville, OH)

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Mondays at B.H.S., the gap between fun and school, found most of the students and faculty in deep depression. This feeling was quite evident through the constant wiping of tired eyes and the chain of yawns heard throughout the halls. Students were seen in the library hurriedly studying for the pop quiz that leaked from the mouths of the grapevine and others were catching up on the undone homework because all spare time was devoted to that certain some- one. Then there's a small percent- age that sneak forty winks when- ever possible. Heads were found everywhere. On Mondays everyone wanted to strangle the apple-pie group who cheerfully arrived at school all rosy-cheeked and sparkle-eyed ready for the week ahead. How- ever, with this exception, the syn- drome of Monday-morning blahs captured the majority of us each and every week.

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FRIDAY! — the day we forgot tests, homework, and the dull grind of school to center our thoughts on the upcoming weekend. On a quick tour of the school on a typical Friday, students displayed their enthusiasm by wearing their green football jerseys with their graduating year number proudly up front and of course the peppy spirit ribbons. Ath- letes walked the halls of B.H.S. in a ritualistic trance psyching themselves up for the big game. RAH RAH SISH BOM BAH! The pep assemblies really got it on for the team and happily provided a some- what shorter day for those students eagerly awaiting the freedom from classes and teachers. After the pep assembly and the kill call, We’re gonna get ’em! there was still the mad rush for lockers. Through the slamming of the metal doors a few yelps of pain were heard as someone’s slow hand was caught. The walks were crowded with a zany mob of students who expertly squeezed into the busses to get seats while some were lucky enough to get a ride home with a friend. In a matter of minutes, the parking lots were clean cleared, the busses rumbled away, and the halls abounded with silence, all as if to place a week- end vacancy sign in front of empty B.H.S. Seven