Poway High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Poway, CA)

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Kaplan leams to fold the way. .,. Mom and Dad have just informed you: they, unfortunately, will not be providing you with the modest stereo system you've picked out for your birthday. No matter how much you plead for the equalized, wooferized, compact disk, cassette, turntable and remote stereo, they still don't give in. Big brother and sister don't seem too excited about buying the apparatus for you either. You have no choice but to make the money for your dream system yourself. And hey, didn't you just see that l'Help Wanted sign up in the local Carl's Jr.? lt's a dirty job, but all you can think about is John Bon Jovi's screams, coming out of your own 30-inch speakers. Everyone remembers his first job, what caused him to join the work world. Growing up means more responsibilities, and in most parents' eyes that means paying for some of your own expenses. Whether it is concert tickets, a new outfit, or dinner on the town, some extra cash in the pocket for your own personal spending is always nice. Lisa Rosenbaum reflected, Even if it is only twenty dollars - it's nice to know you earned it yourself. in-I Tiffany Schafer Reluctontly, Sandy breaks in Nord- Berndsen gives the strom buyers early customer her favor- in life. ite flavor, choco- late mint chip. Closing - Working World 379

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as 5- As graduation crept closer, like Old Man Time on painfully sllow legs, we, the seniors, paused from time to time, to take a careful look at this school, our home. We paused, perhaps, in the hallways, in the classrooms, on the football field. We looked at the campus and then looked closer, sharper, past the buildings. We looked at the people, our friends. Somewhere trapped inside the joy of gradu- ation, the last act of childhood, mingled our sorrow. We looked again at the faces of friends, the ones who gave us their support. Among those young faces we encountered, we saw older ones too, a teacher, a counselor. We heard our voices say, uSee you at the ten-year reunion. But, inside, we really knew we would never be the same to each other. Time would pass and each one of us and our friends would change. Things never would be the same again. The truth made us sad while we waited, with a tear, a hope, a 4 , dream and a smile, for Gradu- ation Day. Cricket Collins un- loads her school books out of her bag into her locker. Closing - Seniors 381