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

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12 Student Life

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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

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Merciful Umbrella Elizabeth Law delivers the Saludatorian’s address. Jennifer Donlon displays a large smile as she receives a scholardhip from Mr. L. A. Rorrer. Seniors make a last minute adjustments to caps, roses, and tassels as they await the line¬ up. So we each drug out a chair, and listened to directions. We were all cold, tired, and upset. I was trying to think of an easy way to tell all my relatives that they couldn’t come to my graduation. We all sulked home. Once home, I had lunch and began planning my last afternoon as a high school senior. I only found one problem, when to call all the party guests to tell them when to come over. Again, I looked out the window. Ugh. I started praying for the rain to stop. I had fallen alseep. I was now, as usual, behind schedule for my shower. It was 5:15, and WPRW still hadn’t announced. “Come on, announce it, you idiots’’ kept running through my head. I was in the living room; our graduation was outside! We were lined up; I remember I couldn’t even see the end of the line. We started the procession, and I recall we girls had to avoid the puddles. I’ll never forget how nervous I was trying not to trip, and get all the timing correct. And then it was over; I had graduated. The timing had been correct, no one tripped, it hadn’t rained . . . (until we left the field). Maureen Scott is hoisted to her friend ' s With an earnest expression on his face, John shoulders after graduation. Daley firmly shakes Mr. Egidi ' s hand. Graduation 13