Chapman High School - Panorama Yearbook (Inman, SC)

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IN MEMORY OF SCOTT HOWARD GIDDINGS NOV. 8, 1958 - FEB. 20, 1975 Freebird” was a favorite song of Scott's and the deepness of the meaning of this song describes Scott as we think of him now. Even though Scott no longer walks among us on this earth, we still feel his pres- cence around us. His memory will always linger near us as we remember him, think of him, and love him. If I Leave Here Tomorrow Would You Still Remember Me? For I Must Be Traveling On Now, Cause There's Too Many Places I've Got to See. But If I Stayed Here With You Girl, Things Just Couldn't Be The Same. Cause I’m As Free As A Bird Now, And This Bird You Cannot Change. Lord Knows I Can't Change. Bye, Bye Baby, It's Been A Sweet Love, Though This Feeling I Can't Change But Please Don't Take It So Badly Cause The Lord Knows I'm To Blame. But If I Stayed Here With You, Girl, Things Just Couldn't Be The Same. Cause I’m As Free As A Bird Now, And This Bird You Cannot Change. And This Bird You Cannot Change. Lord Knows, I Can't Change. Lord Help Me, I Can’t Change. Theme 15

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DEDICATION Through your years of dedicated service to the students of Chapman High you have become known as a guide, and advisor, and most of all a friend. You have shown us your devotion through your continuous efforts to make these years memorable to each student. We realize that you have dedi- cated your time and talents to us. Therefore we the Senior Class proudly dedicate the 1976 Panorama to Coach Ronnie i 1 cnn 14 Theme

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 April I, 1976 . . Everybody, and I mean everybody, is in a rotten mood. April 4, 1976 You know, it seems like I’ll never get out of school. I can’t stand this waiting. I was caught looking out the window in Mrs. Wingo's room during class. I was just thinking about stuff. . . I guess it's spring fever. Mrs. Wingo had to remind me twice, then she warned me with a share of stock. I guess I de- served it. I don't have any con- trol of my thoughts. I was late for two classes today. The rea- son I was late was because of waiting in those long lines for a drink of water. The air-con- ditioning is broken again, hah- hah! I wonder when yearbooks are coming? Junior-Senior's coming up and I'm broke. May 22, 1976 My nerves are killing me. Most of my friends are afraid of the stage and practice, but after Mrs. Moore's class I’m afraid I may be coming back next year. I think my average is 70 with the final quarter test coming up. June 1, 1976 . The previous week flew by. All that miserable practice paid off. When I walked down the hall to get into my Marching group I got this weird foolish feeling. Nobody was clowning June 1, Cont. around tonight. Chapman looked different, the halls, the class- rooms, empty desks, the teachers. I suddenly knew why I was sad. Part of me was go- ing to be left here. There was a part of me I couldn’t take with me when I graduated. Part of me will always be at Chapman. All of this was going through my mind when I heard them call a few names before mine. Butterflies filled my stomach and I had a touch of insecurity. Just then, while still on stage, - I managed to get a quick glimpse of my parents. I could spot a few falling tears of joy on my mother’s cheek as she sternly applauded for me. I think I’m always going to re- member my mother as she was then. It was only a few seconds of reality . . . but I wanted to flood my mind with memories of how they helped me through the ups and downs of getting an education and make these mem- ories last forever. Twelve years of schooling over just like that. Zap, what do you have for all the hard work? A diploma. But I've got more than a diploma. I have a tune in my head. You see Chapman, like America, is a tune. Our edu- cation came as we sung the tune together. In the class rooms, halls, on the field, black, white. There were high notes, low notes, and we some- times sang in parts. Sometimes the beat was fast, other times we let it drag but the point is, we sang it together! . . . and I'll always have the tune. 16 Theme