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

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All Held Court Punk day was worth a few giggles as students who hadn’t dressed for the day found themselves be¬ ing counted anyway for homeroom com¬ petition, and Blue and Gold day got al¬ most everyone into the spirit act. At last, the Home¬ coming game came. After a delay, the pa¬ rade wound its way through the streets and entered the sta¬ dium, kicking off the game. The team con¬ tinued in the spirit of things and won the game 21-8 over the Cavaliers. Heather Owens and Gabe Jenkins won the Homecom¬ ing King and Queen positions in the high- spirited halftime pa¬ rade, ruling over the rest of their worthy court. Gabe made CCHS history by be¬ ing elected the first Homecoming King to be chosen. After the game, the dance tied up Home¬ coming week and put an end to the good- natured madness un¬ til next year. SPRAY CAN IN HAND for doing a little innocent graffitti, Eric O’Neil decorates for the Octagon Club’s Homecoming float. SCHOOL PUNKS. Diane Sherwood and Jeff Barnhart LOVING EVERY MINUTE of it, work in Government class Kim Whitesell puts on a big with no attention to their un¬ smile as she hugs her teddy on usual clothes on Punk Rock Pajama day. Day. 10 Homecoming

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From Weary Bodies To Weak Conversations To Strong Coffee The ultimate Bummer of The Week Was Mondays CATCHIN UP. Mike Clinger spends his free time finishing some homework. “Oh no, not again!” these words were usu¬ ally the essence of what many high- schoolers thought when they crawled out of their warm beds, only to face the drudg¬ ery of school. The weekend served as a time to relax and do what you wanted to do. When this short, but sweet vacation was taken away, it was only natural that harsh feel¬ ing erupted. Anyone could tell it was a Monday by ei¬ ther the sights, sounds, or smells in the school. Tired students walked lazily around the halls, as the buzzing excite¬ ment of the previous Friday had diminished. Heavy, sagging eyelids and heads plastered to desk-tops were quite familiar, also. The loud conversations chiseled down and the sound of silence now dominat¬ ed. Coffee mugs showered the school, for caffeine was need¬ ed by students to jump start themselves on a Monday morning. It was almost as if a day¬ dream broke and the reality of school reap¬ peared. Notes, pop quizzes, tests, and com¬ plicated problems again constituted ev¬ eryone’s lives. Tales of what happened over the weekend dominat¬ ed the conversations, as the kids’ minds hadn’t yet shifted back into gear. Teachers con¬ stantly reminded their students that they were in class to learn. Neil Deane summed it up best when he freely ad¬ mitted “I can’t open my eyes on a Monday.” It could be determined that there was only one real comfort — one universal thought that filled the minds of ev¬ ery pupil. Four more days ‘till FRIDAY — the day we could once again break free at 3:15 and rock hard! 12 Mondays