Meadowbrook High School - Sceptre Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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hhh ... your life as a stu- dent. What could be said about the life you led for I the majority of your youth? The life you led as a student . . . God only knows it’s gotta be too much. Your student life was not real. In a fact, if you want to be honest, ; your life during your years of schooling was, in all actuality, a to- | tally different, totally unreal world. i m fading. Those Beastie Boy guys were true to your youth (or Huey fi Lewis, or Megadeth — depending on what youlistened too). Platoon fi was the most realistic vision of war im The things you learned in school were not real to you. Money was ff not real to you. You knew about as much about world affairs as your pet goldfish. The president was about as real as occasional television footage and political cartoons. And time? Time was | probably the one thing that was the most unreal, the most un- known in the days of your youth. | SO what was true and real in your youth — in your days as a im student? The truest thing had to § be the indisputable daily event of dragging yourself out of bed — much, much too early — and, | clinging barely to consciousness, other things were at least almost you had. Love was true, for the mm Most part, but going out of fash- ion. 7-11 chili-cand-cheese hot- ; j dogs were real. The beach was mg the idyllic haven for your youth's a ‘reality’’ where your parents | So what was real and true fo you as Qa student, any- way? Mee 26 Student Life Divider Ce ee Up. that you were screwing your life But all that’s pretty general. How did youmake yourself — your ) OWN existence — real and true to ¥ fe your youth? Did you have a ten- @ finding your way to that enigmatic i @ institution — school. But a lot of B inch mohawk? Did you try to fol- low in the footsteps of the idols and fashions of a nostalgic past? as real. T.V. was real but quickly fi me self in your picture-perfect ‘67 Did you make an identity for your- Mustang? Or your skateboarding skill? Was there a reality or true- ness for you in your own room in your home (which you frequented | as little as possible)? Who knows? Maybe all that stuff from your youth and your days as a student is as real as it ever gets. Or maybe nothing's real.

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Musical Batiles . and the bands played on. Tintern Abbey. Chris Sabo on bass and Brent Evans on vo- cals make a pretty snappy tune. THE HEAT .. . The temperature inside the auditorium could have killed a rhino, but that didn’t stop any- body from coming out to see one of the most await- ed events of the year. If looked like it was going to be another one of those wild and crazy Thursday nights. THAT BACKSTAGE FEELING |... Tuning up his voice, Brenton Evans, of Tintern Abbey, could sum it up only by saying, “It's like along, dark road that’s just lead- ing nowhere.’ Whatever that might mean, 7:30 P.M. .., Those curtains swung wide in front of three hun- dred fifty people, waiting to hear what the night's performances would deal them. Or vice versa. THE BANDS .... The night began with Premiere, per- forming some mellow jazzy tunes to a responsive audience. The audience, it must be said, was only 28 Battle of the Bands Rockin’. Malici during the Bat Ous Intent show o tle of the Bands. SSNs, aaa A” ] e tant ff their Musical talents