John Marshall High School - Gavel Yearbook (Oklahoma City, OK)

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Somehow, We Managed To Survive -The T pical School Routine--- 6:00. What's that noise? You turn over, pull the sheets over your head, and try to use mental telepathy to stop it. 6:01. It's still going on. You pick up something heavy C little brothers and sisters are a good choicej and throw it at the alarm clock: your enemy and absolutely the worst invention ever made. 6:45. What is that irritating whiny sound? Suspiciously, you eye the remains of your alarm clock. No, that baby's past-tense. You reluctantly open your eyes and try to find where it's coming from. It's now being ac- companied by an incessant pounding on your door. Uh oh. You cringe. This is what you were afraid of. It's your mother, and it's time to get up and go you-know-where. 7:20. You grab your decoy equipment which allows you to pose as a student fbackpack, books, unfinished homeworkj and head out the door, either to that huge moving fall-out shelter falso known as a school busj or to your car. There's no turn- ing back now. You get a stomach ache as reality sets in. Yes, you're going to school. 7:47. Three minutes to get to class. You haul it up the stairs to your first hour, amazed that you can actually move that fast so early in the morning. You force yourself to remember social skills and converse with other students as long as you can handle it. 8:15. Your best friend hits you over the head with her 12-pound chemistry book, thoughtfully reminding you to wake up. You're only allowed to sleep in school if you can keep your eyes open. 8:45. That cheerful bell reverberates through the halls. Everyone makes a mad dash to the door. Why is everyone so anx- ious to get to class? Maybe a revolt's planned. 8:48. You're still trying to get out the FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Senior Leigh Vandesteeg just can't seem to wait for lunch.jennifer Davis looks on as he sneaks a candy bar into class. 12 A Flash Of Life door. There seems to be an In-Out flow problem. You wonder about the possibility of electronic doors in the school. 8:50. Well, you made it out of your first hour all the way to your second hour. Now, it's just the point of getting into the class- room. 8:51. Your teacher gives you lunch deten- tion for being tardy. That does it. You want out. 8:56. Forty-nine minutes left. Can you make it? Determined to survive. you keep yourself amused fand awakej by writing your name on everything within your reach. 9:45. Yes! The bell! And another passing period to try and wipe you off the face of the earth. You find your friends and trade com- plaints about the day so far. 9:52. Oh no. You were scared of this. You didn't have time to stop by the Coke ma- chine today, and your lack of caffeine is becoming visible. You try to fight it by talk- in a loud voice to someone in the hall. 9:54. It's not working. Your teacher is eyeing you suspiciously. CThey can always spot a potential vegetablej 9:55. Your brain is slowing down. 9:56. Your eye muscles have decided to take a vacation. 9:58. It has happened. You have vegged out. 10:40. Finally! Any longer and you would have taken root to the chair. 10:42. You realize what class you actually are in, and slowly recover from your social coma. 10:45 That wonderful bell! 10:50. Your mind-it's back! For the first time, you feel actually awake, not ready to work, just awake. You begin to deal with the public. 11:00. First twinges of hunger. 11:10, Second twinges of hunger. 11:20. Okay. They aren't twinges anymore. More like contractions. 11:30. They are definitely not twinges any- more. More like convulsions. 11:35. This is the real thing. You are starv- ing. 11:37. You are starving to death. 11:39. You are sprawled out on the desk whispering the sacred word, Lunch . 11:41. So is everyone else. 11:44. You make yourself stand and walk to the door, ready to make a run for it. 11:46. Who are all these people? You've never seen half of them before in your life- and they all want to ride to lunch! 11:52. You and twelve of your best friends are on your way to lunch. 11:57. You are waiting in line and patient- ly watch all twelve of your friends cut you in line. 12:15. You finally get your food and in- hale it, a skill that all j.M. students master. 12:20. You don't want to go to your fifth hour. You're hot, tired, and your stomach hurts from eating too fast. 12:25. You're back in class and start to pull the Yes, I'm paying attention and en- joying this thoroughly routine when you remember the test you'll be exposed to in a matter of minutes. You plot escape into the real world, or at least into the library. You break into a cold sweat, your eyes are dilat- ed, your breathing heavy. You've got the classic symptoms of I have a test and I didn't study . Suddenly, you hear a strange sound that sounds a lot like your alarm clock. Oh no! It can't be! . . . Yes, it is. You reach over and turn off your clock. What a nightmare? and it seemed so real . . . or was it? Stephanie Booth

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One Way Or Another, We All Had To Come To Some Terms Of Enrollment- It was a muggy morning. Hordes of stu- dents dotted the front yard of school, clutching little brown envelopes containing schedule information which guaranteed them survival of yet another arena enroll- ment. What has to be everyones least favorite part of summer went fairly smoothly this year, except for the usual complaints. It took longer this year and it was really confusing. said sophomore Erica Breath. Junior Marty Wade had similar problems. The waiting was too long CI was 41351 and it ruined my morning. Sophomore LaToya Williams had an even more common attitude. It was great seeing all my friends, but I still don't like school. For freshmen, enrollment was a chance to meet their teachers and other students and familiarize themselves with the school. Enrollment day was an exciting, scary day for me. Not only was I getting my classes but it was my very first step of high school. I felt so lost. said Keisha johnson. Because of a different arrangement this year, freshmen Cinstead of seniorsj were the first to enroll. This caused some mixed feel- ings. Even though there were no real class conflicts Csince ninth and twelfth graders take totally different classesj, some seniors, like Treva Crawford, were upset. We've been going here for years waiting until we're finally seniors and get to enroll first, and then they let the freshmen go be- fore us-it wasn't really fair. Sophomores were also slightly disap- pointed by the fact that they Cagainj were enrolling last. We had to enroll last Cagainj and a lot of the classes were closed, it was really a has- sle. stated Stacy Baker. Overall, enrollment went as well as could be expected,-Iunior Derrick Cozzens said, I think it could have been run a lot better, but it got the job clone. Junior Steve Maddex summed up the day in the voice of the majority. I really don't remember much about enrollment day. It was the first time all summer that I had gotten up before 12:30, so I was walking around still half asleep! Stephanie Booth , ,, I ,L-as K , Al JUST MAKING SURE. Tami Branton doublechecks the classes she's picked to make sure everything fits. CHECKING IN. Freshman Leslie Limbaugh and mother wait in line to get an enrollment packet. Enrollment 011

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SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. Only the deter- and Calvin Smith cope with that frustrating five min- mined land the luckyj make it through passing periods. utes. Here, Robert Dunham, Heather Stevens, Connell Fuller, ma. aug wk!!! fum s X he ' Kd 5 JE N GOOD IMPRESSION. Chemistry students Amy Pre- cure and Christy Mathis work diligently to strive for that 'A'. NO MORE! Rhette Poindexter tries his hardest to keep awake as Vince Lorenson laughingly looks on. 66 don't even Wake up 'till third hour, then somehow manage to kick it in to lunch. After that, it's all downhill! 99 Charles Warren, junior