Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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Left: Obviously John is turned on by math because he has a nice, big smile on his face; or maybe it’s Julia Deaner that’s making him smile. Center: Yes, that’s right. Believe it or not, John does work. Here he is working his butt off at the Boonesboro Theater in the projector room. Right: After a hard day at school, Cliff Puckett joins John for a Cheezie West- ern at the Texas Inn. Let’s hope they are not laughing about the food. ‘This is so uncool.’ John Gunter didn’t know it, but the morning of Wednesday, March 21 was a bit unusual for him. He usually rises at about 6:30 or a quarter to seven but on this rainy morning, John was interrupted at about 6:10 by the quick flash of a camera. John knew immediately who it was and yelled with tired disgust, “Yeatman!! You and your camera.” Of course, he was a bit bewildered by this early morning bom- bardment of white light and it didn’t take him but a few minutes to come back to normal. After he recovered, he sat up and looked in the mirror and exclaimed in ter- ror, “I look like a stupid freak! Look at my hair!” Between the flashes of the camera and the advance of the film, John kept asking, “What time is it?”, and he would yell into his pillow, “This is so uncool.” Since his picture was being taken anyway, John figured he should get his honey in on this as he grabbed Whitney Fleming’s pic- ture. As his day developed, John realized that he was going to be followed around by a photographer all day long. Even in class as he studied his heart out, John’s photo- genic face was being reproduced on film. John did survive school, but even as he Good morning, John. It’s time for you to rise and shine. Yes, it is a little early but this is going to be “one of those days” for you so you might as well get up now. took in an afternoon snack at the Texas Inn with some friends, he was still being followed. After his snack, John came home and did “all” of his homework and then went to work at Boonsboro Theatre where he runs the projector for classic movies like “Basketcase” and “Unfaithful- ly Yours.” After work was over, John moseyed back home to end another day. A Day In The Life 13

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‘Does it have to be me?’ At 6:00 a.m. members of the Crest staff found Andrea Sisson wrapped in folds of blankets on her bed. When the camera flashed in her eyes, she groaned “why me?” Little did she know that the faithful photographer would record her day from that moment on. During the morning routine, she tried not to smile because “I Snug as a bug, Andrea Sisson wakes up with a smile at 6:03 ona most unusual day: she usually doesn’t get up until 7:00 and not in front of a camera. A glass of Orange Juice gets her going before the sun rises so she doesn’t go through the day with an empty stomach and a light head. What a way to start a day! An early morning snack and a visit from Andrea makes a horse, especially “Mary”, very happy. 12 A Day In The Life J don’t want to look happy,” she said. Andrea endured the typical school day, took a tennis lesson, fed her horse Mary, then did her homework before relaxing in the evening. Like most of us, Andrea wished for a change in the routine, but she probably would not have chosen having a photographer capture her day on film. Fighting the bed creeps’, Andrea demonstrates the techniques of b “Why me?’ rushing and seems to wonder, Nota bit unnerved by the day or Dr. Locke’s English test, Andrea just grins.

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e Ory AUG Virginia CLH ECG we” Virvinia cy LAYTAH nono oeansens enone MOPSY Si eae ae 6 Virginia Pa The morning after my 16th birthday I got up early, carried my books proudly to the blue Mustang waiting in the back yard, drove jerkily to pick up my friends, then hit the road during prime student-driving time so we could wave to all our friends at every Langhorne Rd. stoplight. At 7:45 I pulled in the parking lot. For two years, while on my way to and from the ever-pencil colored busses, I had watched with envy the upperclassmen beeping horns and playing games in the parking lot. Now I was one of the “Car People.” Now A perfect start to a parse day, Denise Johnson’s umbrella collapses pitifully before she can get out of the rain. Passing by the pencil-busses, the “car People” head toward the lot and their cars, while the non-members reluctantly catch their busses. Such a popular place is our parking lot that two policemen stop in to talk about taking a bite out of crime. 14. Parking Lot Members Only: Car People instead of swimming through the exhaust of our pencil-busses, I could walk a quar- ter mile to the front door, brushing shoul- ders with seniors. One year and hundreds of stoplights later, I pulled up with a growl and mar- ched past the crowds trying to beat the bell. The entries and exits that had once seen a measure of coolness now were just part of an old, old routine. Still, as I walked across the lawn I could see the underclassmen file off the busses and give a glance to the parking lot, Inexorable guard of the parking lot, Mike Gwaltney, (Alias Cornelius), scans the rainy morning bumpers for absent parking stickers. It is a well-publicized celebration for Connie Womack’s birthday, thanks to “Mops” (Martha Christian), “Kimbo” (Kim Levandoski), and Donna Boswell. ee a ae