Callaway High School - Lesprit Yearbook (Jackson, MS)

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The Big Orange Schoolhouse Say cheese. Laura Lewis poses in the rush of first-day traffic. Finish the lyrics to the first line of this song, and you will win the grand prize. School days, school days ... Could not get it, huh? Experience with the first day of school would have caused anyone to blow that question. No cheerful, golden, rule days then. Registration went along rather smoothly at the beginning. Aside from a few finger cramps, all went well. Then, disaster struck. Out of nowhere, counselors found them- selves attacked by schedules. Here a schedule, there a schedule, every- where a schedule, schedule — and all of them wrong. The new com- puter for Jackson Public Schools had tricked the programmer, and chaos resulted from this. Not all the problems obtained cor- rections. Therefore, the first day of school started while under the sha- dow of doom. Between the last week of August and September 6, evil forces had combined and on the first day of school attacked full force upon the 1,614 students and administrators. Dangers beyond belief lurked in the grips of Callaway. Seemingly innocent dur- ing the early hours, halls awakened with the day into hazardous mazes. Those unfamiliar with the hidden traps provided easy game for vil- lainous play. Caught unawares, these unfortunates wandered from place to place, hearing upon arrival at each, I ' m sorry, you are in the wrong room. At every attempt to locate themselves, they became a little more damaged from rough treatment received in the treacher- ous halls. Even old-timers found the going a mite rough, and teachers began counting the days until vacation as they coped with wrong distribution sheets, sche- dule changes, and lost kids. Some decided to quit while still able to do so, but others struggled to stick it out. These few dragged themselves home at the end of the day and greeted all listeners with the trium- phant cry, I made it! Where there is smoke, there is fire. Teachers relax in the smoke-filled lounge. Stop, in the name of the law. Policewoman halts traffic for students. Registration and First Day 13

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Is this how Shakespeare started out? Micheal Clay and Exzell Houseworth use their writing flair during registration. 12 Registration and First Day

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Studious students study their stuff. Eddie Lentz and Jackie Wilson use library facili- ties. Tick-tock, tick-tock, who ' s holding up the clock. Study hall students await the end of class. Yanked, jerked pushed, and shoved: These comprised just a few of the things that could happen to one in the Callaway halls during those four short minutes between classes. Students attempted a major feat by flinging themselves into churning halls that faintly resem- bled a five o ' clock traffic jam. Get- ting to one ' s locker proved next to impossible. After diving in amongst all the legs and bodies, one then had to complete the act by dodging flying books and folders. On the quieter side, that claustro- phobic feeling soon left after one entered study hall. The auditorium served as a haven from the frenzied crowds during the course of a day. Students then sat lack and relaxed and enjoyed the blissfulness of un- interrupted day dreaming or nap- ping. Study hall also provided an outlet for the latest gossip. Pupils could take their pick between read- ing, writing, or just plain studying. A short trip upstairs would take, one to the library. A home for books, this room gave out helpful information for reports and term papers. Used also for enjoyment, some went there for an hour of pleasure reading. However, when the hour ended, these quiet-loving souls had to return to the audito- rium and the midstream of human traffic. Beep, beep. Quiet, brain in progress. Kathy Freeman studies in study hall. 14 Halls and Lockers, Library, and Study Halls