Rubidoux High School - Eyry Yearbook (Riverside, CA)

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f !0C il B 3 1 Einde, Deborah Vosquez, Jose Vaughn, Woyne Requirements Fill Most of Schedule ;30 — Late again, the story of my life. I wouldn ' t consider this bus stop the most cozy place in the world. Speak of the devil, here comes the bus, now. 8:00 — The treasured first period. Known in high social circles as Physical Education, this class is required for sophomores. Slam, Bamm, Squash. The sounds of a true professional? Tracy Austin? Hardley. This is me, running recklessly after a little fluorescent green tennis ball. 9:00 — Now I ' m rushing with full force into Algebra. Two years of Math are required for graduation, but, since I ' m a college prep student, I have to take it for three years. 10:15 — After a short brunch (too short!!) I truck on down to World Cul- tures. In this absolutely joyous class, we study different countries and customs We ' re having a test, but naturally I didn ' t study. 11:15 — Pronouns, ad|ectives, and predicate nouns abound in this class. I have to take this class for a full four years, my entire tenure at good ole RHS. Next year, though, I ' ll get to take litera- ture classes; I won ' t have to tolerate all these technicalities. 12:45 — Fifth period. This is my elec- tive class — my only one, ceramics. Clay on the brain, let me tell you. 1 :40 — Time to head back to the ranch and raid the trusty refrigerator. Another day, another day. 1. Arriving at school, students relax before the beginning of the daily routing. 2. Kim Pehl, Ann Wettstone, and Cindy Hurst practice their back- hand. 3. Rodney Fairfield concentrates during o grueling exam. 167

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Feeling Neglected And Unrespected? R L eing a sophomore isn ' t all thot it ' s cracked up to be. Actually, being in the 1 0th grade is really like being the middle kid in the family. I get absolutely no re- spect from the upperclassmen and not even a little respect from the freshmen. Hold on, maybe I ' d better explain all this. As high school freshmen, we were the new kids in school. Very squirrely, timid, and childish. (At least that ' s what all the seniors told us.) We had a lot to look forward to in our first year and lots to learn. The high school junior; now there ' s a unique species. They ' re supposed to be very grown up, but not quite as mature as your typical senior. By now the average junior has a |ob, a driver ' s license, and maybe even his own car. The 1 1 th graders also have the unique pleasure of paying for the Junior- Senior Prom, which by the way, they also get to attend. Then there ore the seniors. Oh, the seniors, they hove a lot to look forward to, an entirely new life. Now the whole story revolves bock to me, an in-between, unnoticed sopho- more, who never gets any respect. Why even the girls in my own grade won ' t give me a break. All they ' re interested in ore those football or basketball players. But here is one very big consolation to all this. Next September, I won ' t be a sophomore anymore. i 1. A group of sophomores gather together to enjoy each others company at brunch. 2. Pat Holt, Rober- ta Lopez, Lorena Montoya, Leslie Ball, Mary Ann Salazar and Karen Mohon sit on the stairs chat- ting during lunch. 3. In search of compatability, some sophomores gather to gether to find com- panionship. Youngwirth, Virgmio Zombrano, Jesse Zomoro, Anito Zaragozo, Rudy Zcvolo. Patty Zenger, Tracie 169