Pflugerville High School - Panther Paw Yearbook (Pflugerville, TX)

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 Trey Meeks, Pam Furr. Rebecca Langenfeld. Lorren Mott. Carrie Spates. Jill Young and Kathleen Kimmins nervously wait in line to ride the Cliffhanger. Early in the day the line to the Cliffhanger was still reasonably short. Cathy Cheatham refused to ride it. so she waited patiently outside for her friends. I As the day wore on. lines got longer. Jennifer Johnson and Karen Davis wanted to experience the Cliffhanger so they waited and waited. The Spinnaker starts you out horizontally and ends up spinning you ver- ticlaly head over head. Leslie Kaiser. Kendra Bounds. Nathan Jensen. Steve Means and Paul Beck were discovered waiting for the bus at 12:45 a.m. Craig Wylie won the bear for Kendra. She used it as a pillow on the way home. SENIOR TRIP 131

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Part One: 48 Hours of Celebration “Don't even try to take drugs or to sneak alcohol onto the bus or into Six Flags. If we don't catch you, the Six Flags security people will, warned Ms. J. Swope, senior sponsor. And if you do get caught in Dallas and thrown in jail, we're leaving you there for your parents to bail you out, added other sponsor Ms. V. Mott. So. when seniors arrived at school at 11:15, they came clean, fearing the worst. Mr. L. Bradley, principal. Mr. D. O'Leary, vice principal, and sponsors sniffed bottles and checked each person as they boarded the bus. Once settled on the bus. the ghetto blasters blared even though earphones wre plugged in; and the three Trailways buses ordered from Waco rolled on. A short three hours later, the class of '85 screamed into Dallas two hours before the amusement park opened. Ms. Swope and the other sponsors were famished, so the seniors placidly agreed to go to the Six Flags Mall to eat at the Food Court. From there the buses took the traveling seniors and dropped them in front of the Six Flags park. A brief wait, a quick search by park officials and the graduating classes of 1985 from all over Texas were set loose on the Arlington park. It took only a short time to get bearings on where each ride was. From then on each group went on its own way. No one saw much of other Pflugeriville people during the eight hour stay. Occasionally someone recognizeable would pop up in line and then they would be seen and seen as the line coiled and recoiled up to the ride entry. But, the most bizarre stimulation to the senses was not being turned upside down or being toppled topsie turvie, it was seeing the weird apparel of seniors from other places than conservative Pflugerville. SHORT shorts. TRANSPARENT blouses. Boys with long dangling, pink feather earrings and TIGHT black leather pant. One guy in a pastel suede suit with DILATED pupils and a snorting nose. The visions made Pflugerville seniors feel even more secure about their little corner of the world. Most seniors wandered around until their feet ached from walking. By midnight some had given up and searched for a place to sit waiting for the sponsors to give the okay to return to the buses. The ride home was very quiet. The animals won at the booths miraculously changed into pillows just as Cinderella's carriage changed in- to a pumpkin. The three hour ride home seem ed even shorter than the ride up to Dallas. By 4:30 a.m. all were on their way home thinking about the short sleep ahead before get ting ready for PART TWO of the senior weekend — THE PROM. f J» Roaring Rap«ds had a cooling effect for students who sat in the wrong seats. One brave rider had to wring the water out of the stuffed animal he carried along on the ride Clrffhanger and the Texas Chuteout are in the background The wait to ride the Texas Cliffhanger often lasted over 45 minutes. I could still feel my stomach in my throat after that one. said senior Petra Thompson. Mahrdad Sharif, with Ms. Mott's fingers behind Irby Ford and Karen Lord check out one of the him; Lisa Gray wearing the dice she won; George posted maps to decide which ride to attempt Salvans in his Hawaiian print shorts rest their next, feet late in the night. New student from New Orleans. Chip Scoggins waits with everyone else to go through the gates to be searched. 130 SENIOR TRIP

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Part Two: Prom Partying Spurs Energy, Seniors Go and Go All Night Funniest thing I ever took part in. No it wasn't the Eddie Murphy concert, no, it wasn’t Coach Varian’s American Trivia class. It was the one. the only Pflugerville Prom. First, let’s discuss the band. These guys were good. You know you’re in for a good time when the band takes a break and that’s when you start danc- ing. Examples of this band’s expertise are these: A violin version of “Sex-O- Matic” and of course the lead singer (Who was male) butchering “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.“We won’t even talk about the Micheal Jackson Imitation. Those of you who missed the prom missed a riot. Next, we have wardrobe. Most of the guys dressed relatively well but some were particularly conspicuous. One of these GQ gentlemen was Buddy Schwab. Schwab’s attire consisted of tuxedo, top hat, cane and of course, Vans. I looked in the mirror and was ashamed of myself. Another dapper esquire attending our prom was Alan Monzingo. Monzingo seemed quite average until you noticed that special touch. Nikes without socks. Personal- ly, I thoroughly enjoyed this array especially the grass stains. Next time I go shopping for clothes these guys are coming with me. The last occurrence of the prom that I would like to mention is Larry Cun- ningham’s singing. This was very upset ting to me. Up until then everything that happened had been absolutely mirth-provoking, but Larry’s version of “Lord it’s hard to be humble” (somehow the song seems ironic) was halfway decent. You may wonder why I think his performance was good. Two reasons 1) who can’t sing “Lord it’s hard to be humble,” 2) next to the band we had, anything sounds good. Cunningham ruined a perfect evening of comedy. In conclusion, and in all seriousness, I had a good time at the prom. I know my sense of humor might be slightly biting but I mean no harm. Besides I couldn’t have done any better. by Stuart Spoonemore First row: Alan Monzingo. Ronnie Kinsey. Buddy Schwab Second row: Robbie Ringstaff, Blake Tolleson, Greg Davis. Nathen Jensen. Wade Acord. Third row: Jimmy Barker. Stuart Spoonmore. Phillip Kuehner. Steve Mcrka. Bruce Stiles and lorren Mott gather around to pose for a picture together at the South Plaza Hotel in Austin at the Junior-Senior Prom on Saturday May 11th.