Covington High School - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Covington, VA)

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Wouldn ' t You Like To Forget . . . . . . freezing in class when the thermome- ter read 65 but it was really only 50 . trying to get an excused absence with a forged excuse. . . hurrying to get to the cafeteria but having to stand in line for ten minutes anyway. . coming to school early and finding out that school would open one hour late. . breaking test tubes in Chemistry on purpose and then finding out that you have to pay for them. . . . having a shirt like ten other people in school and all of you wearing them on the same day. . . . falling asleep in class and waking up in detention hall. . . impatiently awaiting the three o ' clock bell and then remembering that you have a club meeting after school. . . . trying to think of a good reason to get out of class. . . . getting knocked down by the boys who are rollerballing in the halls. . . . spending five minutes trying to open your locker and then realizing that you are at the wrong one. . . . spending all night working on an as- signment and later remembering that it is not due for two days.

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How often has someone told you that your high school days are the best days of your life? Those were the good ol ' days ' they say. And you wonder how they can say that when you ' ve just had the most rotten day of your life. Of course, en other days it was easy to agree with the old graduates. Everything went your way and you were on top of the world. These are the days we most fondly rfemember. Many moments had a magical air about them that you can never recap- ture. Maybe it was your first formal, or prom night, or just any dance with ' that one special person. Or how about Hbmecoiinini, Snow Queen, and Miss CHS? -It seemed like the’ announcer would never get around to telling who the new .gueen was. There were a tot of big moments that made life exalting and different. But sometimes it Wm a more subtle thing that really meant a lot Perhaps it ' was a smile from a friend, ' or just being around other people that made every- thing right. Or a quiet minute of solitude that somehow made you feel good Inside. Maybe you were happy because It was Fri- day and you had the whole weekend to look forward to. Then again, maybe It was a good day simply because nothing real- ly bad happened. There were countless little things that may have been insignificant to everybody but you. Every minute our lives are affected by the constant whirl- wind of events going on around ' us. Some of these events are big, some are small. Some we share with others, some we experience alone. Some are impatiently anticipated, others occur when we least expect them. It is a combination of ail these events — the good, the bad, the big, and the small ones -- that makes us what we are. It ' s not so much what happens, but how we look at it that makes all the difference ..... CAMPUS LIFE 11

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Susan Albert tries to laugh while her mouth is full (far left). Some of Mr. Douglas ' students take time to play with their toy cars (left). Eric Grumblatt expresses the friendship he has for Tammy Downer (below). . . . leaving a book in one of your classes and having to go back for it. . . . trying to hold the door of the bath- room shut because there wasn ' t a lock on it. . . . waiting until the last night to do a two week assignment. . . . running to the water fountain to get a drink and finding out that there is no water. . . . getting behind the wheel for the first time in driver ' s ed. class. . . . having to run laps around the track in phys. ed. class. . . . bringing canned pop to school which squirted everyone when you opened it. . . . going out to lunch for the first time and getting caught. . . . leaving school early to go to a base- ball game and getting three days suspen- sion. . . . having an absentee list of two or three hundred people on Saturdays. . . . waiting until the last six weeks to read the books you were supposed to have read for the semester. . . . taking a test that you didn ' t know you were going to have. . . . trying to find your way around the school when you were an eighth grader. . . . wishing you could be outside soaking up the warm spring sun instead of sitting in class. TYPICAL DAY 13