Lewis Middle School - Lancers Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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Check out this step! Make it Over, baby, Just kick the ball . . . Foul! Handball! Wait . . . somethings not right here. How low can you go?! lt's under control ,. . UGH! Why not take all of me A Bowling for dollars? As you can see, the Lewis Jr. High students are very athletic. Notice the grace in which they throw or kick the soccerball. The punch of a volleyball over the net is done with su- perb ease. Also, observe the swiftness and agility of a Lewis runner fsecond picture down on the leftl. Using their athletic tal- ents, these students are hoping to be in the Olympics to come. We are all rooting for them. The Annual Staff congratulates the students and their coaches ona job well done. 81

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ww The sparkling snowflakes swirled ever downward as the wind engaged them in a midwinter night's waltz. Pale moonbeams cast haunting shadows on glowing piles of freshly fallen snow. The melancholy rustle of whispering pines welcomed us to their enchanted world of white. The next morning dawned clear and bright as we were offered our first view of the frozen realm. Sunbeams poured from the horizon, sending the mountain into a wild glitter of dancing white and twinkling light. Majestic mountains, deep blue skies, and a blanket of shimmering snow joined together to proclaim its brillance in a welcoming harmony. The slopes challenged anyone to dare attempt to conquer their regal perfection. We were all up to the test. Whether soaring down black diamonds with the grace and ease of an eagle in flight, or snowplowing the flashing runs and death-defying heights of the bunnyslopes- Brianhead, Utah, was a snowbunny's dream come true. One day faded into the next, and clouds drifted in to enshroud the sun's life-giving warmth. The bitter wind possessed the tiny, gentle snowflakes, whipping fingers of cold clutched at our bundled forms, but still we followed the mountain, farther and higher, in search of the ultimate skiing experience. Clouds descended to mingle with flakes of snow as it enveloped the mountain in a freezing blanket of ice, and still the powder piled higher and deeper. Experts lost their skis, and beginners lost their feet in the sinking mounds of white. And all the while frosty winds seemed to slice through to the very core of our beings in a vicious attempt to steal every breath of warm air. But we would not be beaten. Our. spirits soared higher than the angry winds, and the slopes were ours. Exhilaration surged through our veins, warming our hearts, feeding our souls. For those of us who were already experts had conquered the mountain, and as for the beginners, we were all heroes. 83