Calhoun Academy - Sword N Shield Yearbook (Saint Matthews, SC)

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Reflections of dilly doing l eain on the faces of the sixth grade during an experiment of sensory perception.

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Dashing out the doors as soon as the 2:20 bell rings, 250 homeward-bound kids malce a quick get-away to the parking lot. leaping for the rebound, these young athletes enjoy a rough, dusty game of outdoor basketball during recess. Student Life Did you see Three Dog Night? When does the game start? We can’t have that test tomorrow! What do you mean get my hair cut? Calhoun Academy’s world is unparalleled in its confusion, curiosity, and most of all, its pleasures. As soon as the bell rings, each student is thrown into a world of equations, theories, philosophies, and endless additional rudiments of education. Lunch is an unbelievable jumble of the latest jokes, the Gamecock scores, and gripes about that unwritten term paper. Test tubes, textbooks, and ham sandwiches, however, do not completely reflect the image of our school. People, as indi- viduals, strive for a better education to learn also about the things not found in any books. These are the things that make our school so great; these are the things that are such a vital part of “student life. 4

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Animated Amateurs Man the Paint Bucket Brigade Splatter! Splotch! Oops! These were familiar sounds around our unfinished schoolhouse during the latter days of August before school officially began. Painters— profes- sionals and otherwise— were gathered from all around the countryside to help coat our walls with the ’ole familiar yellow and green (some strange mixtures sometimes, too). Buckets, paintbrushes, and a lot of fun were shared by the enthusiastic Cavaliers. Young and old alike enjoyed trying out new painting techniques on noses, people, and occasion- ally, the walls. But soon everyone got down to business, and the school was completely painted after three laborious nights. Late hours pooped the painters but they stumbled home only to return faithfully the next night. So everybody under our Alma Mater's roof is appreciative for the energetic, industrious, ladder-climbing, paint-spilling bunch who de- voted their free time to make our new school bright. The desks have arrived! John Barnhill, John David Stoudenmire, and Lawrence Wienges assemble these human receptacles. Teachers '‘Groovy Goddard. Bunches Stonestreet, and Historic” Haigler throw aside their sophistication to help adorn the walls in the library with green “gunk.”