Culpeper County High School - Colonnade Yearbook (Culpeper, VA)

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Immersed in books, Eric Hook somehow attempts to absorb the knowledge which he is lacking. During lunch, I picked slowly through my food. Even my macaroni brought me trouble. It was cold, somewhat slimy and refused to remain positioned on my fork; turning my meal into a noodle chase. I surrendered to it in disgust as it tumbled around my plate and onto my tray. Fourth period was rather uneventful only because I tuned everything out and wallowed in my sorrows. A little self pity is good for the soul. The day is crawling by. What has been approximately four hours seems like four years. Fifth period. Geometry. The world of logic. I’m on the verge of insanity and now I have to be logical. But class is class and I must participate. Putting theorem 4.3 on the board, I remembered the gum on my dress and realized that once again my dress was clinging to my derriere. l ugging desperately at my hem, I ran my hose. Sixth period, the beginning of the end, only to be faced with another tomorrow. My day was not to be mended I discov- ered when my inkpen exploded. I left a path of fingerprints behind me. My iden- tity was revealed to anyone who wished to examine. The final bell rang and unlike my usual self, I crawled to my locker. Arms laden with books, I wan- dered out to await the bus. Scanning the crowd for my usual afternoon com- panions, I realized they were nowhere in sight. “If the bus has left I’ll die.” But no! Bus 18 is in sight turning the corner in a cloud of red dust. A dozen junior high students hang out the windows screaming vague descriptions and ob- scene suggestions. So long school ... so long people . . . so long day . . . 23

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n c Morning has broken. The homeroom bell has rung. People flutter through doors like leaves escaping the grasp of an autumn wind. A menagerie of people. Each person as unique as a kaleidoscope design. The beginning of a new day. First period, the same as every other day, is normally quiet, except for the oc- casional giggle. Words like bubbles float slowly in your mind where they burst at the realization of what was just said. Eyes fight to remain open and looking around to see hazy pictures of others ex- hilaration towards the new day. Dozing. Happenings of yesterday are painted like a technicolor movie in my head. Dreams of tomorrow. I wish, I want ... Is tomorrow Saturday or is it Tuesday? “ . . . Oh, excuse me! What problem are we on?” Embarrassing! What Relief! First period is over. Maybe I can salvage the day yet. Second period was paved with frustra- tion. I handed in my notebook and when I got it back realized that I had a letter to my love stuck in between my notes on clauses and phrases. I hope she got a kick out of it. 10:47 — when second period ends, can third be far behind? Too far behind for me. In between second and third my illusions of making a day a success were totally crushed. It seems there had been a chewed piece of gum on the seat of my desk. Waiting for an unsuspecting victim. I ended up walking down the hall with my dress stuck to my hose. Third period I asked to be excused and struggled most of the period with gum and tissue paper. Tissue paper does not remove gum. Bubbling over with balloony enthusiasm, Lisa Kelly and Mr. Allen prepare for a not-so-typical day in the life of Colonnade staff members. Wendy Yates, guidance office helper, spends some of her time daydreaming. 22

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SOMEPLACE: the catwalks The need to escape from the overflow of people and words that plague the mind overpowers everyone at one time or another. How do we get away from the staunch routine of school which at times seems unbearable? Where do we go? NO PL ACE: the hall