Osbourne High School - Eyrie / Hi Jacket Yearbook (Manassas, VA)

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Seniors applaud a comment by Mr. Geissler. As she receives her diploma from Mr. Egidi, Sarah displays her Weatherford grin. Reverend Kenneth Hewitt glanced toward the crowd; Mr. Micky Geissler grins at a comment made by a graduate. 10 Student Life

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Abnormal Sunday Caps, gowns, and programs in hand, Sandy Laura Sinclair gleefully hugs a friend on May Marte, Phyllis Hawkins, Mona Mason, and 30. Kecin Maloy discuss the just completed Baccalaureate service. It began like any other Sunday, I imagine, with kids sleeping in, going to church, or munching. It did not end like a normal Sunday. I was rilling down route 234 on May 30 about 3:05 in the afternoon. It was a beautiful, breezy day and about 75 degrees. There I was, minding my own business, when I passed this huge church, I read the marque: Manassas Baptist. Churches have al¬ ways fascinated me, and so did this one. I did a 180, almost caused an acccident, and drove back to the church. The lot was crammed full, which made me all the more curious about the church. Services at three in the afternoon? I walked in the foyer and stopped dead. I had stumbled on a Baccalaureate service, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were close to 200 gowns passing by in two long lines. I slipped in the back of the church after I had gotten over the impeessive sight. Memories of my Baccalaureate dribbled into my mind and admination for those kids began to build. They had taken the time out for something completely voluntary. You could tell they were ready to graduate . . . together. Baccalaureate 9

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Muddy Fields I really didn ' t have to get up that Thursday, but if I wanted to strut in, I had better. So up I got at 6:00 AM to look for the sun (hopefully). It was there; I remember letting out a big sigh of relief. It was a strange experience walking to school with no books, not even lunch, after lugging about 20 pounds back and forth for a long time. As usual, I slipped in the back door, but that was the last time I remember feeling normal that day. I didn’t even go to my locker. I remember in homeroom that day I suddenly became the ‘‘boisterous senior about to graduate”. I found myself questioning my sanity, because for me to be that boisterous was unusual. Practice seemed to take forever. Get up. Line up. File in. Go across. Sit down. File out. The bad news hit then too: we ' d probably be the first class to have our graduation inside. Inside. I cussed, but outside, I just responded to the other’s anger with words akin to “so be it’’. Naturally, I wasted the rest of my day. What else was I supposed to do the day before I graduate? It was Friday! I was going to graduate that day!! One look at the darkened window and my elation leaked out. Even hope was gone. The thought of my graduation being held inside left a very bitter thought in my mind that morning. Rractice outside?? Everyone knew that we were going to be inside that night, but if we practiced outside, maybe it would help. Maybe, At least it was only drizzling by 10:30. Ann Lenk looks toward the football field and hopes the rain doesn’t come down. Graduation 11