Spaulding High School - Our Echo Yearbook (Barre, VT)

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A Scary Jaunt through Spaulding Picture this: It's a brisk, moonlit night, the only sound is the cold wind knifing through the autumn trees. Stormy clouds pass over the glowing full moon casting ghastly shadows beside you on the roadside. The earth is hard under your feet as your footsteps begin to instinctively accelerate. What was that crashing noise be- hind you? You hear what you think may be laughter but you don't take the time to find out — you are running now, your breath- ing is faster and your eyes are constantly darting back and forth to the darkness ahead of you — is that a light? Mo time to think about it because the footsteps be- hind you are now running too, and they are growing louder, louder; it is all you can hear be- sides a beastly crackle. You shudder, “Why me?” As you desperately search for the haunting answer you feel yourself falling ... Where are you? What is hap- pening? Slowly your senses come back to you. You feel an iron grip on your shoulder, steel blades are slicing through your sweater — you have no escape. Silently you turn your face upwards to your captor and see - the most hideous ... (Gasp!) most horrifying and disgusting ... rubber mask! Sur- rounded by goblins, ducks, and guys dressed like women galore, you are helped to your feet and can only think one thought, “Do all these weirdos really go to SPAGLDIMG?” Kim Buntin DEDICATED O THE PUBLIC SPIRITED CITIZE H THE SCHO GROl ERSf U Above — Denise Rossi, Marcus Alyward. Walter Ward, and Chris Owen are all dressed up. Top left — Donald Koch smiles with his eyes popping. Above right — Wade Camp wears his fa- vorite beverage. Right — Jill Lawson and Jodi McPherson clown around. 16 Halloween

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A Day in the Life of Spaulding right Sleeping peacefully, you are buried in your pillow, snuggled under your blankets with your comforter pulled around your head. It's 6:00 AJA., and your alarm clock starts ringing; the last thing that you want to do is wake up. Your are lost in your own safe little world where nothing can reach you; you are ageless; you have no pressures; you have no recollection of the day before or the day that will soon confront you. Slowly, the constant ringing raises you out of your stupor and you prepare yourself for the up- coming day. below The game has just ended, you're in the locker room, waiting for an available shower. You are in a silly mood, for the Tide has won again. You're tired though, you com- peted hard. It's finally your turn, you enter the shower with thoughts of the great play you made, or didn't make, running through your mind. As the water runs over your body, you think ahead to the dinner you’re qoinq to fill your stomach with when you get home. above Fidgeting uncomfortably, you sit in your classroom busily taking notes from the board. You glance at the clock, there are twenty minutes left in the period. You turn your attention back to your teacher, but your mind is still on your upcoming lunch period. Your stomach grumbles, you should have eaten more breakfast but you didn't have time. There are still five minutes left you are sure that you will never make it You write down some more notes, then you finally hear that wonderful sound. The bell rings, it's lunch time! 18 A Day in