Kennedy High School - Profiles Yearbook (Bloomington, MN)

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Loft: in the midst ot a ham-fought foot ban battle, cheerleaders Tammy Pognoby and Sue Radde give art and support to the home team as they encourage tans to get the winning spirit Above: While playing the part of a P30-pcond monkey at the Homecom ng Pepfest. banana eater Craig Lindbtom hopes that things don't go bananas tor him during the varsity football game Top right: Showtime! And these JB Singers, seniors Kristin Settergren and Tia Barsness. meet the challenge at the JB's first tall show, done for the Optimists Club The JB’s had 37 members Left: Alter a day ot being the Royalty's slaves. B-Squad cheerleaders Jill Olson. Barb Brasher, and Deanna Evavold help to cheer tor a Homecoming football victory

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I think I'm going to throw up. I know I’m going to throw up. I can't throw up. It’s almost my turn to go on. All these people are making me nervous. The B-Squad Kolleens are getting ready to perform. “Am I even? one asks. Jane Russell should be so even. I assure him. Asks another, “How do I look?” “Awful.” I believe in an honest approach. “Greatl” he shouts back as he prances out to the waiting crowd. They are really cheering. I hope they like me as much. I’ve worked so hard for today. Now all I want to do is hide under a rock somewhere and quietly die. So much for being a star. I just want to be Above: What determines the true marts of manhood? B-Squad KoOeens Todd Arseneau. Curt Lombeck. Mark Hud. Tom Hedberg. and Steve Coot ter think it's hairy legs and brg chests. Below right: As the Ko'ieens perform to the music of Moondance. Juke Seger. Denise Utter. MrctwUo Don. Brenda White and Laurie TuWey show off their danc ng expertise at the Homecoming Pepfest part of the crowd. But what if they like me? What if I do really well, and there’s a talent agent in the crowd, and he thinks I’m so wonderful that he rushes me off to Hollywood to sign a million-dollar contract? Calm down. You’ll be lucky if you look good under the lights and end up with a date for Friday night. It’s my turn. Well, here goes nothing. After all, what could possibly go wrong? Besides everything.

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“TMmworfc. That what wins gimn. We’ve heard that avar since our first BAA games. “Tha baat taama ara tha moat cooperative. Do your boat, and ramambar, thara’a always a back-up reedy ” Coachaa ara so supportive. Charactar builders, thay ara. uBa a good sport. Play fair, and have a good time.” Cant coachaa haar our parants in tha stands yailing, “Kick ’ami Hit ’ami 8cratch thair ayas outr? To parants, competition moans playing a biood-and-guts gams. But wa’ra not thinking about that now. Wa’ra paychad. Wa’ra going to win. Host? With teamwork, teamwork — Aa wa run out, ready to play, I haar one voice above tha others screaming, “Win, or you’re disinherited!” This voice, of course, belongs to my mother. LET THERE BE HIM? 8