Platteview High School - Trojan Yearbook (Platteview, NE)

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Who could forget that Winter day that we hurried down to the court yard to see what all the excitement was about and a snowball just barely missed you! The Junior and Senior boys came back into school with wet and frozen fingers. Or what about the evening the Band and Vocal groups presented their 'Sounds of Christmas and visions of sugarplums began dancing in your head? Then Christ- mas vacation - a brief interlude before the maddening dash to Spring In January. Platteview became the first school in our area to talk to Congress - man McCollister by phone, who was in Washington. D.C. For the first five minutes he told the Juniors and Seniors what was going on in Washington and the rest of the time was open for questions and answers. Who could forget the time the Pep Club sponsored Fun Night as a money- making project, and the special attrac- tion was the real Dr San Quinary? Remember the ridiculous excuses made to get yourself out of class the day Platteview hosted the Vocal Clinic. Our halls were filled with fellow youths, from other schools, and we just had to meet them! Remember the first time your eyes met as you passed in the hall? Then, quite by accident, your hands touched, or when he called for that first date, and how proud you were when you both made your appearance at the dance . and how you relived it all. the next day. Recall how placid those quiet moments in class were, when your thoughts were miles away. Or how you swelled with pride when you solved that extra hard problem. Remember standing up in front of class giving a presentation and all you could hear was your dry mouth and how you felt when told how badly you've done - and you really had practiced. Yes. those were the times. Who could ever forget the chaotic class meeting, voting for the best this or that, obtaining a pass to the rest room via the Longest Route, a day off for position in the lunch line, trading food, or cram- ming for that hard test, remember the day long ordeal at picture taking for the year- book. or the dash for the classroom door to beat the tardy bell, wishing some loud mouth would shut up so you could talk, cutting up your first specimen just before lunch, enjoying the quietness at the library, seeing a movie for the third time, or those ever-lovin bus rides Yeah, that was the Life! Then came the great practice for Jr. Class Play, Speech Contest, and all other contests, and if that wasn’t enough, Boys and Girls Track had to work their way in between Spring rains and Drivers Edu- cation. Like a speeding bullet, the last days of school shot by and we were out for the Summer. For many it was the Summer of 72 , a pause before doing it all over again the next year. For some it marked the September of their youth . where they pause for one last deep breath before entering center stage to begin acting out their life, for which they have prepared and rehearsed for so long. It is to them, and each class after them, that we entrust the direction of the world and the cher- ishing of their memories. The Editors. 9

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