Pulaski County High School - Cougar Pinnacle Yearbook (Dublin, VA)

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Takin’ a snooze-During eight o ' clock class Greg Bolden catches up on some much needed sleep. Cuttin’ z’s-Kenny Clark ventures into the land of nod while in Govern¬ ment class. 16 Student Life

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Expressing Yourself In the older times it was r ' you are what you eat,” but I maybe tor the 1980-81 school year the saying would be more (appropriately, you are what | you speak. Don ' t be gauche,” and slide with the ! times. For the breaks that |come along aren ' t always easy to comprehend. Lots of peo¬ ple walked away from classes, athletic events, and friends not even believin ' ” what hap¬ pened. Whether your type was prep to the max” or leather forever was your decision. Then there were the in-be¬ tween crowds that blamed everything on your mama and your daddy.” Of course, there are always problems for every generation, especially within the individual cliques. Whether it was jealousy, competition, or dis¬ like, it existed. What it is, what it was, and what it shall be might have been a reason¬ able topic for conversation also. Next came the punk group. Whether you broke-bad,” pushed to the max,” or just plain whipped it,” everyone bit the dust, some liking the taste and some not. But as far as the taste was concerned, some dwelled on the taste of fudgesicles while others simply pigged-out” on gross ex¬ periences. In the end, everyone was just kidding” and there was no need to cry a tear, for everyone was healed, and life goes on all the time. “What a bite!” “What did you say you put in these cookies?” queries Susan Rey¬ nolds as she devours her lunch. In an anxious outburst, Catherine Shucks” Jackson comments on a play. Student Life 15

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The Great American Pastime It was an ordinary day and all through the school not a creature was stirring, not even a fool. The students were sit¬ ting in class feeling low, hop¬ ing and praying lor just one inch of snow. Their heads slowly nodded and their eye¬ lids drew closed as the hours passed by going slower than slow. Everyone fell asleep with the greatest of ease, as it spread through the school like a dreaded disease. From a distance the rooms seemed quiet; but when one approached the door, his ears were met not by the sound of silence but instead by an occa¬ sional snore. The teachers lec¬ tured on determined to keep going as their students slept on without even knowing. Their heads were all lowered as if taking a vote, and some were even cushioned by a nice, soft coat. The back walls were lined with those deep in slum¬ ber, and they couldn ' t have been awakened by a loud clap of thunder. Visions of week¬ ends danced in their heads as they tried to escape the school days that they had all learned to dread. Books and notes were completely forgotten, along with the education they were supposed to have gotten. This continued until the bell would finally ring, and the stu¬ dents would go to their next class for more of the same thing. Papers went flying and books crashed to the ground as they jumped to their feet, startled by the sound. They ran through the doors as fast as their feet would fly, and the teachers jumped out of the way as their students went whizzing by. Out in the halls there arose a great clatter and everyone hurried for their next class, though it really didn ' t matter. Five minutes later the last class was over and it was time for the next, and each stu¬ dent was settled all snug in his desk. The cycle would then begin once more, and again the building echoed with the sound of an ever-so-faint snore. A moment of silent meditation- Alice Abbott takes an opportunity to catch the first of her forty winks. Daydreams ... in the middle of the afternoon. Tom Wood takes a short si¬ esta during Calculus. Deep in slumber-jimmy Patterson catches a little shut-eye while waiting to move on to another interesting class. Student Life 17