Griffith High School - Reflector Yearbook (Griffith, IN)

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Muscle Maneuver. Sophomore Mark Adams works out with the leg press to insure toned and flexible muscles needed for playing sports or just looking good.

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Shopping around. Before the school year begins junior Lisa Jamison checks the prices to assure that she obtains the best buy and the tops in quality. First step in starting over. Registration signifies the beginning of another year. Junior Barb Sopkowski enters the school building to receive her schedule. School ' s ’ | ' he crowds at Fayva and ■l’ the Gap, the traffic jams at the Mall and the supply sales at Venture signify signs of getting ready for school to begin. The realization that vacation is ending occurs after registration notes are received. What follows is a long list of chores to be done. The first step for getting ready is a number of shopping jaunts to buy school attire. Then come major preparations such as going to bed at 9 p.m. and arising at 6 a.m. Lifting weights, getting haircuts and modifyng I can ' t believe starting daily routines are a few other provisions made for school ' s starting. Hesitant students struggle into the school when registration day arrives. Clad in dresses and suits each takes his place before the camera, nervously hoping that every hair is in place. Next, students receive their schedules, and attempt to locate their lockers while simultaneously memorizing combinations. Wearily, they all traipse home, trying to suppress thoughts of the oncoming school year. While others are catching the last ray of sun, the janitors are readying the nails, which will soon be filled with reluctant back-to-schoolers.

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I can ' t believe These wheels 5 ome hike it, some bike it, some slide it; but we all do it. Somehow, someway, we all travel from home to school and back and forth, and back and forth . . . For many, the daily gauntlet begins with an angry alarm clock, a slurped bowl of sogged Wheaties and the overzealous massage of the school bus galloping over railroad crossings in 1-2-3 easy jolts. Ah, the school bus: possessing all the simple grace of a two-legged rhino, the light touch of Hulking Hilda the muscled masseuse and the quiet purring of a choking cat. Yet in spite of their shortcomings, buses have been adopted by many as a second home. Many choose these sputtering behemoths to study, eat and sleep in. Buses. Bless them, they need, it. Yet, as some ride in the bellies of these big yellow dragons, others are forced to brave the weather alone. Oh, the joys of walking in the cold: the fun of enduring. That cold blue smile on a friend ' s lips, that stinging bleakness, fondly reminiscent of Jack London ' s “To Build A Fire, that sheepish look of embarrassment as one realizes just how easy it is to slip on the ice. But in spite of adversity, most people make it to school and thaw out, just in time to leave. While some ride in the bellies of big yellow dragons and others brave the weather, there is still another group, a very select group: those who drive a car to school. Motorcycle mania. While walking and hitching a ride are the usual ways of getting to school, motorcycles are getting popular with those lucky enough to afford them. These people rise in the morning, eat an unhastened bowl of Cheerios, and climb nonchalantly into their stately Pintos. They blare their radios as they pass the school bus; they laugh coldly as they pass puffing pedestrians. But suddenly they are thrown into a frenzy as the Pinto chokes and coughs and breaths its last, and the silent beast is pulled to the side of the road. The heaving school bus rocks by dangerously close with arms and heads flailing out like the limbs of a centipede, and soon the puffing pedestrians pass, drooling with glee to see another condemned. Beat the hike, ride your bike. The rise in gas prices has affected many people and riding his bike is Mr. Charles Harkin ' s wa y of solving the problem. ■M • •mm ' .TJP r “rn ■ T f 1 --