Crittenden County High School - Rockette Yearbook (Marion, KY)

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CRHTENCEN COUNTY LIBRARY 2Q4 WEST CARLISLE STREET MARION, KENTUCKY 42064 Well, at last you find out that you’re in the right place, surprisingly enough, at the right time. As you sit in your first class your mind starts to wander from that same old boring speech every teacher gives in every class every year. Instead, you find yourself re-living the past summer, recalling being able to sleep late like any civilized human being should have the right to do. And of course you remember the fun of deciding whether to lay out in the sun. go to the lake, spend your week’s paycheck on a shopping spree, or even work on the farm without having to skip school to do it. Even the summer vacation with the whole family along wasn’t as bad as having to come back to school. While it may be true that you were as busy during the summer as you are in school, the fact that nothing was absolutely “required of you made the whole difference. Hmmm. where did the summer go? Opening 3

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Where Did The Summer Go? “It’s 7:00 AM and ALL is not WELL!! I can’t believe it’s that time already. I don’t wanna get up and go to school. The first day is always a hassle. How much has everybody changed? Will that freshman girl that had a locker next to mine notice me this year? I hope the classes I’m given are near to the ones I asked for. or at least near my locker.” These are some of the thoughts that go through your mind on the first day of school. After arriving, you realize that the entire place is in a state of mass confusion. And. of course, the teacher on your schedule and the teacher in the room to which you were sent do not correspond. “What happened? These people are supposed to know what they are doing!” Pictures labeled clockwise from top. Eager students scurry through the hall- ways searching for their next class. Mr. Ainslie's Freshman homeroom fills out the “necessary” forms. Vocational students gather in the library for orientation by Assistant Principal Kirk. An Administrative welcome Cars of all make and fashion line up on the first day of school. WELCOME TO OCHS HAVE A 0000 YEAR 2 Openmg

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ZAP! You're dead; or at least you might as well be. because you have just been sentenced to nine months in prison ... er, school. There you were, calmly enjoying your summer vacation when you were yanked out of the pool and thrown into-you guessed it-a classroom. Day 1-Miaarabla. You were just handed a stack of forms to fill out; nobody told you to bring a pencil. First there is the “registra- tion form” that mysteriously disappears after you hand it in, only to reappear next year. Possibly the school board feels we need printing practice, or that we are not properly trained in the subtle art of last- name-first-first-name-last. Next you are told to complete a medical information form -an itemized list of everything that was ever wrong with you. from appendicitis to zits. Lastly there is the transportation form where you are to classify yourself as a “T,,” “Tj,” none of the above, half of the above, or “other.” Confusing? Day 2-Worse. You have just been thrown a schedule, and all your career plans have gone down the drain. Want to be a mechanic? Tough. You've got Home Ec. instead of Trade School. Major in math? Not when you've got Art I. As if this weren't enough, you have just had a “Student’s Hand- book of Regulations” thrust down your throat, and now you are to have your intelligence insulted for the next six hours while it’s read to you. After hearing a few of these rules you realize that this document must have been written by a mentally defective four year-old: “All school property must be respected. How on earth do you show respect for a desk? Even if this was possible, you’d probably get nabbed for PDA if you tried. “A stu- dent must pre-arrange days before days will be excused.” Have you ever tried to put your post-nasal drip on a timetable? Not an easy task to say the least. Cap’n Kirk aids Juanita Manats with the parking registration forms. Roger Walton is familiarized with his registration card once again on the first day of the 1980-81 school year. 4 Opening