Jefferson High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Alexandria, VA)

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‘Can You Say .. .¢ ‘| Thought You Could!’ Can you add up the number of times Mr. Rumberger helped you this year? This peppy guy wasn’t just our student activities director, but he also: organized all IM- PACT activities, dealt with student discipline, arranged the president’s visit, added a sparkle to the afternoon anounce- ments, and most of all, made our days at TJHSS T hilarious with his sense of humor. Mr. Rumberger kept busy all day long checking up on rules and regula- tions and helping any student or teacher who seemed lost, confused or “3 ae vam Na . TSAAMA | Anne Antonowicz, Gail Sera sky, Matt Kropf, and Jason Hintz look laughingly on while Dale Runberger faces a teacher whose announcement he forgot to make. 12 just had a simple question. He could laugh with the students, and also made his cute jokes with a straight face, while everyone he talked to was practically rolling on the floor. On the other hand, he had a very serious attitude towards school and its responsibilities, and expected all the students to have this same feeling. Allin all, he was a great friend to everyone in the school. OOOPS! caught red handed ... Dale Rumberger is found with the evidence in his hands at the Ice Cream Social. TIES “Ts anything wrong with my out- fit?” ask Dale Runbeerger ignor- ing the pointed looks towards the tootsie roll wrapper. ae Reprinted with permission

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student Life

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Pizza Makes Buses More Palatable We were almost there. I scanned the aisle, noticing that my companions were gripping their seats in anticipation. Just a few more seconds to go. Slow- ly, I leaned forward, and eagerly grasped my seat. ‘““‘Now!’’ someone cried, and I was launched into the air. It was over as fast as it had started. I had survived the bump. It was a glitch in the road, along our much-travelled route. Due to severe lacking of shocks, the bus tended to throw us a couple of feet in the air. We loved it. At least most of us did. A few tired passengers, forget- ting about the now in- famous bump, would be hurdled, undesirably, into the air, possibly ruining what could have been a decent day. We would have vigorous competitions, to deter- mine who could get the highest off our seats (known as catching air) but after a few weeks of these intense competi- tions, we had to stop. We all got so good at the sport that we started to hit the roof. At first it didn’t hurt, but each day we got a tad higher until our most ac- tive participant (who shall go unnamed) rendered himself a concusion. It really wasn’t his fault; when our bus driver caught on to what we were doing, she told us to stop or one of us would get hurt. We never heard a word she said. So, in retaliation, she would suddenly acclerate just before we got to the bump. The results were horrifying. All 18 of us Peter Braxton shows off his winnings after another long (bor- ing?) bus ride. were violently catapulted into the air, books and all. Sure, we caught more air than ever before, but upon reentry, we were totally stunned. Our driver broke into wild hysterics and sang us a chorus of “I told you so, I told you so!”’, as we licked our wounds. Nowadays, though, we’ve stopped trying to catch air, but every time we go over the bump I remember the time I fiercly competed in the ultimate sport... Domino’s Pizza is a favorite snack for the bus ride home. 13