Chopticon High School - Chopticonian Yearbook (Morganza, MD)

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 OPENING 5 Blah what is this stuff9 Tim Poe and J D Elrod struggle through a semi tough science lab Oh. into each week a Monday must fall Marcus Brown arrives to English promptly, but very sleepily I wonder what he is doing right now9 Freshman. Denise Harper thinks about something (or someone) else besides her science assignment OOH. OOH. Call me. call me1 Senior. Jeff Woolsey. en- thusiastically volunteers to answer a question in chemistry as Christina Schubert and Larry Brash look on

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r During the 1984-85 school year we proved that our academic standards were well above the C factor. Sure, we knawed our fingernails down to the cuticles the night before report cards, but we were worried for no reason at all. We were saved! Our grades were fine and our names were posted on the honor roll. On the average, 92 CHS students achieved that high standard each quarter. On October 25, we continued to prove how much pride was clustered behind the C factor, by gaining 17 new members to the National Honor Society. Although a bunch of us did get inducted into NHS, some of us were honored by having our names posted in the main lobby as academic students of the month. Many of us bit off a slightly larger bite by par- ticipating in extra curricular activities. It was hard to keep our grades with so many activities such as sports, clubs, band, jobs and last, but certainly not least, our social lives. We lost a few hours of sleep, but the end result was worth our time. We did it for ourselves and for Chopticon. After all, wasn’t that what the C factor was all about? V

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“Life in the fast lane ...” That’s the way you liked your spare time to go. Kicking back, trying to be cool and crazy at the same time acting tough. But when you made that great impression on the “cutie” in the SS Monte Carlo up in Waldorf your confidence shone through brightly. The “cutie” knew exactly where you were from; CHOPTICON, because the C factor can be spotted from miles away! You would never believe my weekend!!! Students proclaimed this each Monday morning at school. It was a statement filled with more than those few words. It carried a story that might last a few days in the telling. But what really happened on the weekend? Well, you may have gone to the basketball game, cheered on your favorite CHS players, stopping at the disco afterwards, to dance with the most adorable guy in your class. You didn’t go to the game??? You sat home watching LOVE BOAT. You went to McDonalds to feed your face and fill your tummy. You went danc- ing in Waldorf at VEGAS. So your weekend had some bad points. Your car broke down, your date stood you up, your friends were all sick. You had no one to go out with and you had to work double shifts with no overtime pay. But wait . . . there was a bright side . . . you still had a story to tell Monday morning. You would never believe my weekend, I was about to go cruisin' around and .