Brunswick High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Lawrenceville, VA)

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After the ceremony, graduates were swamped by congratulations, relatives, and flashbulbs. Wylie Lynch gave a stern handshake as he, too, received his hard-earned degree. “This is it,” trampled through Margarette Ball’s mind as she advanced onto the stage to get her diploma. One of the proud recipients, Jackie Ridley, was all smiles as she is handed her degree by Mr. Martin, School Superintendent.

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The Future Is Dawning. As the auditorium filled to capacity with proud relatives waiting to witness the time-honored event, “Graduation”, the graduates proudly marched in and took their seats at the front of the audi¬ torium where they remained as the guests of the evening. Although the atmosphere was tense, the minds of the occupants were filled with thoughts of this memorable occa¬ sion. Due to a steady downpour, the ceremonies had to be performed inside and only four relatives per graduate were allowed in the auditorium, while others were asked to proceed to the cafeteria to listen or were asked to stand in the halls. Nevertheless, the impact and significance of the ceremo¬ nies were no less important to every¬ one involved. For two hours graduates, dressed in caps and gowns, listened to speeches and anticipated their diplomas. Those two hours will no doubt always be re¬ membered because they marked the end of one phase of the graduates lives and the beginning of another. All the graduates remembered their twelve long years of schooling as Reg¬ gie Smith, guest speaker, asked, “Is the tassle you have worth the hassle you had?” “Striving, seeking, and finding are the key to the future,” proclaimed Au- dra Jolly, Validictorian, as she deliv¬ ered her speech to the graduates. Salu- datorian Keith Green’s speech “Much have I seen and known” evoked memories the seniors thought they had forgotten. Speaker of the evening, Reggie Smith, relaxes the graduates with a “soapy” but inquisitive speech entitled “Is the Tassle You Have Worth the Hassle You Had?” As the graduates stood to receive their diplomas, the butterflies in their stomach began to stir and their palms prespired as they ascended the steps. Hearts pounded as loudly as the foot¬ steps on the stage as Mr. Baird read the long list of names. But by the time each had crossed the stage to Mr. Martin, the fear was fading rapidly as pride welled up inside to take its place. The final handshake and acceptance of the diploma from Mr. Martin was etched into each senior’s mind, never to be forgotten. Yes, indeed, the tassle had been worth the hassle! Keith Green, salutatorian, shares words of wis¬ dom and best wishes with his fellow classmates as he proudly addressed them. “To Strive, To Seek, To Find,” declares Au¬ drey Jolly, “is what the future will demand.” She delivered her speech with great anticipa¬ tion of the future. 14 Departing from the long evening, the satisfied graduates wonder what the future has in store for them.

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Glad the day is over, George Mayo anxiously boards the Glorious Cheese for a long ride home. Not even the mud puddle impedes his determina¬ tion to board. The Glorious Cheese Some of our best times were had on what most of us called “the cheese,” our school bus. We stepped on the bus in the morning and were hit by the loud and clamorous shouts of our schoolmates. Most of the noise always seemed to be coming from the back. For some reason all the talkers seemed to sit there everyday. Even with all the distractions, there were still rules by which we had to abide. We soon learned that it was only a privelege to ride the school bus. Not only did the school bus provide transportation to and from school, but it also provided a place to do our home¬ work, to socialize with friends and even a place to get out of the rain. Some buses were famous (“Bus 35 has not arrived”) and some were infamous. Sharon Palmer, Stewart Wilkins, Angela Callis, and Shirley Woodley impatiently wait for their bus to come. These students are getting themselves situated on the Pep bus headed to Kennedy. But thinking back, each of us rode the “Big Cheese” for a very long time; twelve years. How could we ever for¬ get the cold mornings, the hot after¬ noons, the snow as we left early or the noise. Even though we generally took them for granted, they were always there, waiting.