Palo Verde High School - Olympian Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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tudent Activities c omething Special Did you go to the Homecoming game? No, I had to work! Can you believe it? Are you kidding? The whole entire school was there and you missed it. Way to go, dough-head. Well what happened? Did we win? Who were the King and Queen? Man, it was great! Laura and Scot- ty won. Even the football team won! Can you believe it? Noi We won? All right! Ha, ha, ha, we won! What else? tlj In crowning glory, Scott Perales observes the Homecoming festivities from his thrown. tPh0to by S. Wagnerj 0h! When it was announced that Laura won, the cheerleaders set off blue and gold balloons. It was so cool! The crowds were screaming and yelling and everyone was saying 'She won! She won!' Then, after the game everyone took off for some guy's house, but the party was really out at Old Spanish Trail. So, everyone packed up again and went out there. We are talking good times. Student Activities included more than just par- ties and football games. Students also went to many a midnight movie and went home tired and blurry-eyed, only to face a five-page essay due Monday. This section represents that part of high school life that is something special to everyone at Palo Verde. Student Activities layouts, copy and graphics designed by: Editor Gregg Nicklaus and staff members Rob Baker, Tina Bommarito and Christy McCastle. Student Activities 11

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10 Division Page ID In crowning glory, Scott Perales observes the Homecoming festivities from his thrown. iPhoto by S. Wagnerj

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' U S l-WE o,,aL,-, Q AM i gk The Time That Tries Men's Soul It's five minutes before the bell which will signal the end of class. A fine sweat breaks out on your brow. Five minutes. You begin to shift and turn in your desk. For the first time while in the room, you look at the clock on the wall with contempt. This clock that has always been your friend in the past. This clock that usual- ly ticks along at an agreeable pace sud- denly has a second hand made of pure lead. Your attention shifts from the clock to your desk. In the past two minutes, the desk, YOUR desk, has gotten noticeably smaller. It's confining you. Trapping you like a caged animal. Like a wild beast with a poten- tial for danger. Three minutes left. The sweat on your brow thickens. The clock, which was already trodding along at an annoyingly pathetic, turtle-like speed seems to slow down further yet, putting you on the prover- bial razor's edge. Two minutes. Your eyes start to follow the pokey second hand. You begin calling out the seconds and put- ting them into some macabre children's rhyme. Five, six, pick up sticks. . . Nine, ten, go back again. . . 12 Student Activities The desk squeezes even tighter and your feelings of claustrophobia deepen. As if in a dream, the past and present meld together. Your mind starts mixing memories of the past with incoming signals, messing up your child's rhyme of seconds and blocking out reality. One minute left. You feel your mind slipping, going farther and farther away. In your minds eye, you see a lit- tle girl with the look of a pathetic child who's been caught with her hand deep in the cookie jar. The hand moves and the cookie jar smashes to the floor. 'tl didn't mean to break it, mommy. QSOBJ I was only getting a cookie for Rex. A voice comes streaming back as if from far away, The road to hell is paved with good intentions! ' ' Your desk starts to squeeze again. You feel the chiseled wood push in on your chest. The metal bars squeezing your legs in tight. Your head starts to spin in dizzy circles. You feel lightheaded. Half a minute left. Thirty seconds. The se- cond hand slows down again. You fight back the urge, the NEED, to cry. The desk squeezes. Your head spins uncontrollably. Twenty seconds. The desk. Your head. It's all mov- f ing too fast. Ten seconds. It's wind- ing to a blurred yet definite end. Then, the noise quiets. You feel, rather than hear, the steady 'tick-tock' as it pounds in your head. Nothing. No bell. Only silence. Dead silence. Then the canned sound of the rhythmic bell chimes into your world of silence. You are snapped back to reality. You breath a sigh of relief. First period is over. You only have five more to go.