Hillsborough High School - Hilsborean Yearbook (Tampa, FL)

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Clean lockers are hard to come by. 1 A K V 1 Above: ln the face of anxiety, Timothy Hamar finds it difficult to smile for the yhotographer. ,eft: The results of proper food and nutrition are demonstrated by H. Simmons, V. anders, and E. Ryals. he traditions also remained as before. The newly polished terrier stood undaunted above its great marble throne, looking eternally into the vast auditorium where the great stained glass windows reflected their brilliant array of colors. The monumental WH stood out among a misguided collection of bricks, soon to be used to mold the new patio. The bell tower, perhaps the school's greatest at- tribute, loomed above the rooftops. Even one hundred years c0uldn't change tradition. Amid pushes and shoves and stoppings here and there to say an occasional uhellow to friends, a quick glance toward a passing teacher brought the remembrance of looking for my designated class. MWhat will the teachers look like this year? was a recurring question running through my mind. The last of the remaining groups of yelling and shrieking students dominating the hallway were disassembling rapidly as the last re- maining minute before the tardy bell slowly dragged on. Girls darted in and out of various bathrooms as they applied some last minute cosmetology to their faces and hair while the remaining boys expressed their short-term farewells with high-fives and handshakes. The sounds of doors slamming echoed throughout the now silent, tomb-like hallways to reveal the last signs of school life and muffled laughter could be heard among the walls surrounding the various classrooms. The one hundredth year had started. 1885 - 1985 OPENING ! 5