Marion High School - Hurricane Yearbook (Marion, VA)

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Sisters! But not related in the parental sense of the word but bonded by a deeper, purer feeling. One that grew almost instantly as the two young girls met and talked. One that came out of the bonds of loneliness, out of the knowledge of being a stranger in a country with people so alike, and yet so differ¬ ent. A feeling of togetherness as you give students a taste of your own homeland, and then try to re¬ late to them all the wonderful things they have, and yet are blinded to and take so much for granted. And the entire school was with them all through the Senior As¬ sembly. They were there, right on stage, experiencing new and different things, and yet reexperiencing things time had hardened them to. The students questioned and lis¬ tened all through the hour. And eventually were also caught up in the magical bonds of friendship that seemed to shroud the audi¬ torium as Norwegian, Mexican, and American all came closer, and understood and CARED! Senior Assembly Anne Marie Fatnes displays some of her musical talents. Mr. Williams chats with Marta and Anne Marie after the assembly. Marta Macias tries to describe her reaction of seeing snow for the first time. Marta entertained the student body with some of her native folk dances. 24

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Greg Steele tries to pin his man. Coach Weaver and Dwight Rhodes watch Linda Owens’ face reflects the ma ' n..li. a match. Fausto Obregon stops the action for a picture. 23

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iThere will be school in ISmyth County today... “THERE WILL BE SCHOOL IN SMYTH COUNTY TODAY . . the announcer squalks over the radio, and students immediately reply with a thousand of the most ter¬ rible curses known to man as they stumble up and make insanely vain attempts to finish the term paper or study for the test that they were sure they would not have today. These same dazed people do, eventually, make it to the school that will be, however, and are momentarily “plastered” with one of the dirtiest, grimiest, most horrible snowballs ever contrived. And as all the people around them go cackling off in hysterical laugh¬ ter, they stand totally enthralled with the sensation of melted ooze flowing down their back and soak¬ ing into their new sweater! After this, the Boys’ or Girls’ Rooms, as the case may be, awaits. They greet it with open arms, and it returns the greeting with a string of firecrackers blazing under their feet. This in turn causes sensa¬ tions ranging from permanent deaf¬ ness to multiple heart attacks. As the shattering noise tears through them leaving their ears ringing and nerves completely destroyed: all they seem to be able to hear is the laughter. A complete hatred of all humanity begins to overcome them. Finally, however, lunch time ar¬ rives and they dash to the cafeteria only to be blanketed by a cloud of thick fog, and be engulfed by one of the most stomach rendering smells ever concocted. Eating lunch seems a total impossibility and so they sit, in total silence, with the awful stench of a smoke bomb and the uncomfortableness of a wet sweater and wonder why school was even attempted on a day like today! 25