Rustburg High School - Owl Yearbook (Rustburg, VA)

Page 32 text:

Unable to eat another bite, Kenda Millner watches Terrell May attack a rolled up Sal’s pizza after a Friday night basketball game. With an eagle eye on the pins, Tina Sharp relaxes at the Plaza Bowl with a few quick frames. At the wall after a Friday night basketball game, Eddie Roberts waves a friendly hello to a newly- arriving friend. 28 Weekends

Page 31 text:

Guidance’s college room makes a good class- time diversion for college-bound senior Mona Lewis. Fired up for the last pep rally of the regular season, varsity basketball coaches Mr. Robert Miller and Mr. Haywood McCrickard help the cheerleaders excite the noisy student body crowd. FFA strongmen unload the last few boxes of oranges, grapefruit, and tangelos for the annual FFA Citrus Fruit Sale. Capturing his club-mates undivided attention, Secretary Bobby Dodson reads the minutes in preparation for the monthly club-day meeting of the FFA. Heading for their buses on a suddenly-shortened schoolday, Diane Jefferson and Shelia Lawhome fight their way through a heavy winter snowstorm. Getting Out of Class 27

Page 33 text:

% ® eee z ed Yaeas? ease og lectronic games at Lynchburg’s Plaza Bowl Strutting his stuff to the sound of WJJS’ Van eep juniors Ricky Trent, Wellington Wheaton, Johnson, Kevin Cox gets off at the newspaper- nd Roger Cash busy on a Saturday night. sponsored Valentines’ Day Dance. Top of the charts School weeks could almost be charted on graph paper. You know, Mondays are really low on the curve, Tuesdays and Wednesdays rise steadily, Thursdays drop down almost to Mon- day’s level because of the veritable mountain of stuff due on Friday, and Fridays’ place on the graph reaches the top of the paper. Saturdays and Sun- days? Well, they just couldn’t be graphed. Weekends only lasted two days, but on Friday, who cared? It was easy on Friday afternoon to say, “Oh, I’ll get that paper written, clean my room, go out to the game tonight, the movies tomorrow night, church Sunday, and Grandma’s afterwards.” Sure, but getting the work done wasn’t quite that easy. By Sunday morning as you left for church, your room was nasty, the paper unwritten, and your next weekend blown because you’d missed your curfew the night before. The whole visit at Grandma’s was spent worrying about that paper, and by about ten that night you’d decided you’d just be dead the next morning with a cold and sniffed around your mother a lot. So much for that! Your mother carried on a lot about how late hours were ruining your health, and you were grounded for two weeks. How could anyone be blamed for at- tempting to do everything in a (continued) Weekends 29