Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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Avatar’s Paul Gold livens up the crowd a little as the night’s entertainment finally gets underway. ‘He was really working at A P’ The “Battle of the Bands” at the sopho- doned warehouse on River Road where more dance was a great success, but could Rapid Fire practices. Inside was a tied-up have easily turned into acatastrophe. The and beaten Danny Weeks. Editor’s Note: dance was supposed to begin at 8:00 with (He was really working at A P). Only Avatar but it didn’t. Danny Weeks, lead minutes later the famous sound of guitarist, was nowhere to be found. There screeching tires and smell of rubber was a possibility that members of the other christened the entrance of Avatar. After band, Rapid Fire, had abducted him. Paul some serious jam and a mad house of Gold, who sings lead vocals for Avatar, young women both Avatar and Rapid Fire grabbed his keys and said “I shall return proved that “One of America’s Finest” is one with Danny or at least die trying.” Paul hit of America’s rockin’est. the road and headed towards the aban- You want noise, Ill give you noise. Both a drummer for Rapid Fire and a sound systems technician for Avatar, David Schamerhorn and friends contem- plate the next move of the competition. Once Avatar found its lead guitarist, it rocked the night away with guitarists Mike McKinney, John Gunter, and Danny Weeks, drummer David Garret- te, and lead vocalist Paul Gold. Steppin’ out, Lora King, Marissa Sajonas, and Julie Trevey warm up to the onset of the battle of the bands. Rapid Fire heated up the dance floor at the sopho- more dance. Members include Jimmy Morris, fob Powell, David Schamerhorn, and Jeff Spence. 20 Battle Of The Bands

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Striking a classic “Hardee’s” pose, Lisa Dean is e an order from former Glass student ready to tak ‘William Marshall. fea “Enough!” screams James Hoage as he leaps onto the counter and threatens to kill his co-worker Richard Hamlet with a spray hose at Westminster. With crackers in hand, Lisa Bone prepares more hot soup for the folks at Westminster. as rrr i¥d) ij iii Above left: “You really want all of this?” Donna Boswell seems to say. She needs all of her patience for this job. Above center: Smiles come with the sun- daes at “Swensen’s”. Angie May serves hungry cus- tomers. Above: Keeping the salad fixings fresh, Wanda Creasy and a co-worker concentrate on the healthier part of fast food. A senior’s work is never done for Mark Winn. He is walking to his job at “Hardee’s” with a book to read during breaks. : Student Workers 19

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Better known as the undercover yearbook repo: Stuart Overby sets out to reveal the mysteries of the study center. At Ses AY! ee aly ,; ced SF d Center 1 NO TARDIES. AND TALKING. 3.Students must have hooks Suppliay 4§. Students must TOEMAIin in, RS ged AN §. Students must be wart GA absence , 7 7 NO Food. pr: 8. Omy % Student. 1. Do net “uA be fs ha. St 13. Studs One 4 The st ASSEN me fe 4st be « Ale Cary Who says being in the study center can’t be an enjoy- able experience. Jerry Garland sure looks happy for some reason. rter, Undercover yearbook reporter sacri- fices two days to expose the mysteries of THE STUDY CENTER “Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?” : “That’s an extra day, Calohan. No talk- ing means no talking.” I had tried to look forward to the two days as a learning experience, but as I marched down the dusty stairs to the place where fluorescent light reigns, all of my positive attitude escaped in a sigh. After seating myself at one of the sky blue stalls, I took out my books and began work. Jones let us know with bass author- itiveness that any talking would cost us another day and if we fell asleep, well, I took my pillow from my bookbag and shoved it under my already-aching be- hind. The hours passed slowly. Down : there was another world — one without sun or time or speech or escape. Ironical- ly, I passed a good hour writing a report on Sartre’s play “No Exit” which takes place in Hell ... When the bell sounded the passing of 2 each hour, some of the imprisoned would rise and stretch, some would talk for the pleasure of talking, some would stroll to the bathroom, and others would just slump tiredly on to their desks, knowing that in five minutes, silence would blanket them again. At 12:15, when my eyes were closing, my stomach growling, and I thought our oxygen supply almost depleted, we were ushered to the cafeteria to breathe and eat for twenty minutes. Then the home stretch: from 12:30 to 2:00. When the bell rang on my second and last day, I ran up the stairs to freedom. If I were ever again to complain about my classes, all I would require for a good mood would be to think about those silent souls in the basement. When all else fails — study. Here one of the impris- oe finds plenty of time to complete her English articles. Evidently Darnelle Williams and Vincent Allison have not read rule number two or five. They can’t keep me here forever — can they? Shelia Lee despairs while taking a breather between les- sons. The Study Center 21