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

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3du ... go to school, go to school. Unfortunately, the trip is not as merry as the song. Sometimes it is fun — other times, a complete disaster. There are three social classes of the goers-to-school. They are the highly admired upperclassmen who drive, the aver- age. run of the mill students who ride the bus. and the lonely walkers who brave the elements. The envied position of an upperclassman is usually distin- guished by driving a car to school. Having the option of appearing early or late gives him a feeling of independence and maturity. However, the one major drawback is felt through a dent in the old pocketbook. The student who rides the bus usually leams a lot about tactics and public speaking. After being involved in paper wad. rubber band, and water balloon fights, as well as some hand-to-hand combat, you definitely learn something about survival. You develop the hearty voice of a public speaker in trying to talk over the laughter and shouting matches. But there’s always at least one study-minded student on the bouncing bus who tries to do his homework and makes a tremendous mess of things. And the uncertainty of the arrival, departure, and repairs of the these yellow troop transports make things terribly hectic. And last but not least is the walker, who trudges through the weather and is confronted by vicious dogs on his way to school. After all this, shouldn’t he be paid at least a mail- man’s wages. This is the price you must pay for an education. Feature 9

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wejsio — Clockwise from top left: Stuart Collins gathers his books and heads for home- room. (2) A group of students made their way to school. (3) A faithful yellow troop-transport. (4) Arriving at school. Kim Wright is ready for a day of classes. (5) Redonna Chandler is caught getting out of her car. (6) Beverly Croft and Tammy Martin get off the bus at school. 8 Feature

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its JLHARD KMOCW LIFE Waiting in a quiet hallway throughout the summer. I the faithful home away from home for full time students — am jolted into service as the first day of school begins. A metal companion to one and all. I humble myself to the lowest of lows to please and tolerate the inconsiderate student After all, I have feelings too. They. they, they treat me as a possession. I gave my soul unselfishly to the oppressor. Yet they slam doors in my face, take out frustrations upon my easily dented frame, and lock me in my own home. I endure being overstuffed with books, old homework assign- ments. and long forgotten lunches. My virgin ears are stung with vulgar language when careless students forget their combi nation. As the year progresses. 1 am often mistaken for a vending machine. Non-equipped with a coin return, skillful ag students are called upon to open me. The school year drawing to a close and students abandoning the hallways. I am left empty inside to face another summer alone 10 Feature