Siskiyou Union High School - White and Gold Yearbook (Weed, CA)

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fZbeIlVi'llT!.':. and QV LD Published by THE SENIORS OF THE EIGHT HIGH SCHOOLS of 'rhe SISKIYOU JOINT UNION HIGH SCHOOL DISTRICT SIIua+ed a+ DORRIS, FORT JONES, HAPPY CAMP, MCCLOUD. MOUNT SHASTA. TULELAKE, WEED, and YREKA In SISKIYOU COUNTY DISTRICT OFFICE YREKA, CALIFORNIA

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MEMORIES jBesT essayj As I siT Trying To compose an essay, my mind is a compIeTe blank. IT seems impossible even To Try To wriTe someThing, buT suddenly in my memory I see moThers sTanding in Iine, holding The hands oT Their prides and joys. Childish Taces are scrubbed To a rosy- apple red, yeT why do They linger and hide behind Their moThers' skirTs? Soon we hear a Name please? and The usual quesTions are asked. This is The TirsT day oT school. Our moThers will be going home soon and will leave us To This sTranger. YeT as The days Turn To rnonThs she is no Ionger a sTranger, buT someone who is dear To our hearTs. Nine monThs IaTer we rush home wiTh The good news. I've passed! I've passed! Second graders. Oh, don'T we Think we're smarT! IT seems school is beTTer This year. Our Teacher pa+ien+Iy hears us read, and Teaches us To wriTe our names and our num- bers. As I sTiII remember, she was a sweeT Teacher. In The cold weaTher she would Iine every one up and puT on rubber shoes, zip up snow suiTs, and hug and kiss each one of us goodby. STiII Today I remember The lingering smell oT her perfume, which remained wiTh us unTiI we were home. As Third graders, in my memory remains The Indian play we gave beTore The P.-T.A. The Indians, oT course, needed braids so my DuTch bob was braided. No, my braids were noT Iong, buT The Thrill oT having pigTaiIs! I sTiII remember The Times I hid my papers under rocks because They weren'T good enough To Take home. The TourTh grade was The Turning poinT in our lives, so we seemed To Think. IT I remember correcTIy, ThaT was The grade in which I sTayed aTTer school every niqhT To learn my Time Tables. ThaT is also The grade in which The boy behind me puT my braids in The ink well. jWho said ThaT was only done in The days oT Iong ago?j I'm sure The TiTTh graders all remember aT leasT The Teacher. We sTiII swear she wore a wig, buT who can ever Tell? Every oTher week she would send To The oTFice Tor a new yardsTick. Oh, she used Them. buT noT To measure. Music appreciaTion heads The lisT oT my memories in The sixTh grade. We didn'T appreciaTe iT very much, buT everyone had To have iT. Our sevenTh grade Teacher was a moTher To all oT us. In The eighTh grade I worked as a Iibrarian and saw To iT ThaT my job occupied all oT my Tree Time. IT seems everyone awaiTs graduaTion a monTh or Two beTore Time, and iT is Truly a heavenly day when graduaTion comes! YeT in The corner oT my mind, now Tuzzy wiTh cobwebs, a new IighT shines. I see TrighTened Ii++Ie Treshmen walking inTo The building and inTo The TirsT year oT high school. IT seems as if They are holding Their breaTh, aTraid To breaThe less some mighTy senior will say BuTTon, Treshman. The sophomore year is The Time we welcomed The liTTIe Treshmen. Then comes The junior year, wiTh The ordering oT class rings and The mosT imporT- anT parT oT all-The Junior Prom. Seniors-mighTy, sTrong, and supjerior in everyThing, awaiTing The Time when They can graduaTe. High school IiTe is sTiII Tull oT sTrange new experiences, and I am sure everyone would like To go back and relive some incidenTsin high school days. Some will go To college, oThers will marry, and sTiII oThers will go To work earning Iivings. As my eyes grow heavy I can Think no more oT my school days, buT in my memory They shall remain Torever-my Triends and my Teachers, my hardships and my Trials. my pleasures and my joys. INEZ MATTIAZZI '50, Weed High School.