Louisiana High School - Alamo Yearbook (Louisiana, MO)

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The School year of 81-82 was a vintage year In many respects. We opened up our year with a fantastic football season, advancing into post-season play. Homecoming was great, with Brenda Traynor reigning as the ’81 Homecoming Queen. LHS rocked through the fall months with the help of Freedom Jam, a band invited to LHS by the Student Council. Winter arrived, bringing with it that great mid-term break. Snow Daysl LHS students were treated to almost two weeks of extra Christmas vacation. The rest of our year was spent frantically trying to make up for those carefree, happy days, spent wallowing in snow drifts and skating on Hercules pond. Dog Pack was resurrected to inspire spirit at basketball games, and they came up with some truly unique ways of demoralizing the enemy and getting the oP LHS spirit going. Take the game where some two dozen Dog Pack members. Innocent spectators, and Pep Club members stood up and read the Louisiana Press Journal whilst the opposing team was introduced. Who says pep and spirit are dead at LHS? Not Pep Club and Dog Pack. Spring came to LHS, and upperclassmen were puzzled. Something was definitely wrong at LHS this spring. But what was it? What was wrong? Then the horrible truth dawned upon us. There were too many dandelions growing in the lawn of our beloved high school. Worse yet, there were no freshmen to pick them. Ah, yes, those cursed little freshmen. They eluded even our most villainous efforts. Everything was against us. Third quarter brought the usual, hopeless look in the eyes of students and faculty. Would we ever get out? As far back as February, students began buying pocket calendars and feverishly marking off the days, counting the hours, minutes, and seconds ’til summer vacation began. March creeped up, bringing track season and semi-warm weather. The Juniors, thinking of the approaching Prom, devised hundreds of money-making projects to strip the unsuspecting public of much needed money. April came and the end of the tunnel was visible. Students and faculty perked up with only two more months to go. Seniors drifted up and down the halls, visions of caps, gowns, and graduation spinning in their minds. The eighth graders (or “future freshmen”), here to check out their “future school”, creeped about trying to avoid the hungry looks cast upon them by eager sophomores and juniors. May finally arrived, with the usual softball games in the front lawn, and an abundant crop of frisbees zooming about the quadrangle. The 28th crept nearer. The seniors began to wonder where all the years had gone. The juniors began to wonder what it was really like to be a Senior. The sophomores looked forward to being upperclassmen. The freshmen just looked forward. Last but not least, the eighth graders looked nervously forward to becoming high school students. The school year of 1981-82 had come and gone, leaving a trail of memories and experiences behind it. The class of ’82 moves on to new places and new experiences. Yes, definitely a vintage year. 24