Cache High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Cache, OK)

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• Providing • • Highlights in 1982-83 Life and school at Cache are both finite. For some of us, 1982-83 introduced that magical senior year at our public school academic lives. To a few, it was an end to a dedica- tion they had endured to the best of their abilities at this time. To most, however, 1982-83 will be remembered fond- ly for all the joys and yes, even the trials we encountered throughout the year, not just for the pride in graduating af- front beaming relatives. Regardless of how we pupils perceived the school year shown in these pages, as dif- ferent as those thoughts were, we all had one thing in com- mon: when the pages of history will be authored for this mo- ment in time, our entire students population can note with an asterisk that “we were there.” As meaningless as some things may have seemed as they occurred, we must look back and realize that this past year was historically-Pac'd”. 19

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CATCH T Bulldog Fever Classroom Fever In 1982-83, the video games came into full swing as a popular form of recreation and relaxation. Behind the color- ful screen of the quarter-gobbling machines such as “Pac-Man laid a complex maze of technical, electronic giz- mos. As a student playing Pac-Man, one had to ponder some questions of deep analogy. Is Pac-Man a symbol of American social authority when, once energized, chases we, the students of life — the posterity and future of the system, around with awesome power? Is the Pac-Man game analogous to life in that on the surface of its game, like the game of life — the game our teachers at Cache keep calling the “real world” — simplicity abounds, but underneath it all is a mess of things which when properly arranged makes it possible to simplify our future like the Pac-Man game, where we'll be judged as successful only if we accumulate a high total of socially-acceptable points? Perhaps what our parents, teachers, administrators, relatives, friends, and neighbors, leaders, and preachers have been telling us for years is true: life is, like Pac-Man, a game where we have the responsibility and controls in our own hands to make it or break it. As we reflect through these pages of the 1982-83 yearbook, it becomes evident how many educational lessons on life and responsibilities we learned at Cache both inside the classroom and outside its four walls. Indeed, 1982-83 was Pac'd with excitement, lessons, highpoints, and low mortients — all of which prepared us for our lives beyond the walls of Bulldog pride and character. 18

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 W YEAS 'FAC'ACE iMFVM • • • • Once we all avoided boy germs or “girls germs ; shunned outward affection; called romantic movies corny” or mushy”. But for many in 1982-83, that special feeling — LOVE — shared with someone else who cared and you felt you could trust without bounds, was perhaps the one aspect of this school year that we’ll vividly remember and relate experiences from for the remainder of our lives. Ah, the dates were all so special, and all seemed to be a learning experience; the night we bought a meal we found we couldn’t afford; the many stops at the quick food shops; getting so full of pizza that we felt we’d bust, then laughing ourselves sick; getting dressed up to go eat at a fancy eating establishment; tranquil farm; our first fight; making up or breaking up; the special night we’ll remember as “our prom.” And as we walk into the sunlight of a world of new adventures, we can hold the hand of one with love who’ll say, I care — I’ll always be there.” A “love-Pac’d year to recollect down the ages when our hearts may slow or sputter, but will never lose the warmth they first felt in 1982-83. It’s inevitable to go through any school without feeling the brunt of an invisible weight caused by studying for three tests in one day; breaking up with a long-time special friend and then getting a low grade the same day; or working until 3:00 a.m. and then having a test at 9:05 that same morning. It seemed that no one really understood how much they ex- pected of us. Life seemed funny in these moments, when we could divorce ourselves from the hectic situations at hand, look back at them, and laugh at the world: we worked so hard to hold our chins up whn these respon- sibilities seemed to be an unconquerable burden that we failed to notice that we had ac- complished more than we, or anyone else, thought we could handle. It was comforting to know we shared tough times like others ... our friends, teachers, and parents ... in a busy, “pressure-Pac'd year.