Central High School - Falconer Yearbook (Tuscaloosa, AL)

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GoodbyeSeniors The melody of totally carefree laughter lingered in the halls, mingling withthat very special feeling of summer that had suddenly permeated the atmosphere. Goldergsuynlight streamed througlgrthe windowspbeckoning thegstudentstg come basiltiiin it for theiiiext three months. Amidthe happinessfl stood staring into my loeker, trying so tolclean out the balls of crumpled up papers, torn pages from The Grapes of Wrath, old winter jackets, and various programs from school assemblies scattered throughout my locker. I felt incredibly strange because it seemed like I had been holding my breath waiting for this glorious momentfor most of the last twelve years, and now thatit was finally, here, I clidnft feel Isretrxembereds thousan s-of times the years, so sick ofifischoolll I hardly wait until I graduate! but now that the time had comellfelt a sense of loss and sadness. It wasnit a feeling of loss about leaving all that schoolwork behind. No, I realized that what really made my school year complete was the class that I was a part of and I knew that I would be losing a very special part of me when I graduated and left the family was the class of '87. stared at remnantsgof my senioryear in my loeker, I beggg recall all the goodftimes that weifhad shared together, timesifthat I will think of often irifthe years to illl come and miss a great deal. I I began to think of things that I would probably never experience again. I began to picture a frigid Friday night with the cold wind blowing and the rain coming down. I rememberkeeping warm by cramming 50 people in one row of seniors felt that we hadsto win the state championship because it was our last year. So we yelled ourselves hoarse, hugging each other after each score, anticipating victory. Shouts of Central High, ohhoohh, Central High, ohhoohh and CHS - the baddest team from East to West filled my ears. I thought of the funk mob leaving the football field and entertaining the crowd, and the cries of You Want C'High You Got C-High? I realized that I could, never stand again so close to a group of people, joining together, yelling as loud as we could because we thought we could make the team win. Not only would I remember the football games together, I would remember working on the lawn decoration. It was during the Homecoming week that we had really grown together. Every night the site was filled with hundreds of seniors who were willing to build, topomp, to paint, and to paper mache. The morning after a night of intense worker we learned sympathy for each other because we saw the sleepin the eyes of our classmates. With each pomp, placed in the Falcon, each viking head paper mached, the class was coming together simultaneously with the float. When the week was over, after all of the fund raising and working, people who had barely known each other before were spen- ding the night guarding the masterpiece together. .When the pomps were torn out and thesgchicken wirestaken out of its shape, there still remained a masterpiece we thefsbond that would hold us together. i i iili fi' ills I thought back to how we all stood together, shouting, Old McDonald had a farm, eeieio and go back, go back, go back to McDonald's until County High was defeated. The good times of painting Red C's on our faces, dressing up like hicks, putting shoe polish on our windows would remain with me for a while. So would the sound of five hun-Q dred voicesgat a pep combiningas one as with in our class, l87. r egg. Looking at the programs from the school assemblies in locker, I was struck withfan image offfour classfll remembered how annoyed I had always been after assemblies when I had been caught in a huge mass of people leav- ing the auditorium and had not been able to get out. Trying to move amid the pushing and shoving was hard so I merely swept awaytheflecting orrthis, however, I becamesad. I realized, I would again this whole, swarmingiiilaughing, group,iii?iitiving togetlfii3i?iEl iaseone. and togethei? to love other would soon be gone. These same people in this group were the peopleithat I had gone to school with for four years every day, that I had studied with, cheered with, bumped into in the hall, worked on the lawn decoration with, stood in line behind at the lunch room, that had become part of our close family. I wouldsee some of them through thegyears, ,few still might see people who had so me forltheffpast four years might beigone, but I realized that alwaysilftave that age of their assembly. would always be a grouplof people moving toward a common goal, but this time we would have to leave our large circle and go into different directions to reach it. I would miss the class of '87, but I knew that there always ,place in ourghearts for became that not it. will s s i I s e ' . c I g,,,. . Suzahne Gtobemy 246 SEUIOTSIOISIFIIIII bleachersfat the football field with .pople fightingefor standingiroom. Standing so closer,ffmegaphoneifiin hand,

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Early A e C Shih , mg Maid Key Clu I 'f 'i Special Ensemble, Centralaires, Spanish Club WILHITE, SETH - French Club, COAST, Cross Country, Track Team, 'Art Club, Early Americana Club, Domestic Exchange, Interact, Honor Roll, Science Club, Spanish Club, Key Club WILLIAMS, MERIDITH - Honor Society, Spanish Club, National Spanish Honor Society, VICA, Basket- ball Team WALTER - VICA, ROTC, FBLA CHRIS - Mu Alpha Theta - VP., Honor Society, Latin Club, Early Math,Team, Scholar Bowl , JEANINE - Math Team, Mu Alpha .fTreas., Latin Club - Treas., Latin Scholar Bowl, Honor Society, Early Club t, Y , VERY 4 Tennis Team, Honor Society, Society, Mu Alpha Theta, Math Team, - V.P., Early Americana Club, - Student Marching Band, Honor Sc French Club Theta Sweetheart, Roll, Senior Honor Early Cook-Off - Soccer ,T ZILKE,

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IN MEMORIAM Dr Peggy Coulter Erlc Talley