Stephenville High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Stephenville, TX)

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No slashing knives, no evil torture, no death, but still . . . fear slowly rises. Panic builds. It's a real- life horror story- ighimare on ale free! Footsteps echo down the deserted hall. Shadows flicker. The footsteps quicken. Up ahead-a light at the end of the hall! Safe at last. Almost. THE NIGHTMARE ON DALE STREET . . . September 1, 1987. The first day of school. I walked into that auditorium and I felt like a nerd! said Sophomore Linde Irons, a new student. New students werenit the only ones who were not completely comfortable during the first day of school, however. Besides the whole morning going wrong, I was the klutz of the world! said Junior Pam Virgin. A few weren't bothered by problems caused by school starting, but problems that were only a by-product of September's arrival. I had to wake up early! said Junior Herman Reynolds. Schedule changes took up quite a bit of time during the first few weeks of the year, but many of these class changes were necessary. Freshman Kelsey Woolfe looks at his class schedule during homeroom, only to discover that he has been placed in a girls' basketball class. Woolte had to attend this class for several weeks, until counsellors could change his schedule. Photo by Margo Collins. Others weren't concerned by problems of their own, but by someone else's problems Ipossibly a new freshman's!. Little kids were running around asking where's what 1500 times, said Junior Debbie Ward. This nightmare of a day wore on. For some, it wasn't too bad, but it was difficult trying to start the school year in a better way than last year, said Junior Leslie Coan. Eventually the first day ended. For a few, though, the nightmare didn't end with the final bell on September 1. HOn Wednesday night fduring the first week of schooli I ate six hot dogs at work that were bad and I was as sick as a dog Thursday and Friday, but went to school anyway, said Senior Jason Stone. Jason wasn't the only casualty during the beginning of the school year. I tore up the tendons in my knee on a kick-off in the second game of football season . . . said Sophomore B.G. McLain. Safe at home, away from the haunting sound of ringing bells and hundreds of echoing footsteps, the nightmare is over. Or is it just beginning? Margo comm l L... I :iv NightmarefTruth

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One recurring nightmare in school is that of waiting . . . waiting in lunch line, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for break. Junior Jack Baccus waits in the of- fice for a chance to talk to one of the counselors. Photo by Margo Collins. r I sThe- Real. .Tmth Qi lifa Firelight flickered. Eyes widened in horror as the tale unfolded of a lowly freshman, left to the mercy of an evil, heartless . . . SENIOR! For about-to-be freshmen, legends of high school often caused frightened reactions. I was expecting seniors to bother us every day ..., said Rachel Fenner. For most, however, high school was more pleasant. lt's been more fun than I thought it would be. I have a bunch of friends already there, some my age, some older, said Terry Williams. And the best part of the reality of high school? The girlsll' said Williams. Margo Collins For some, the first experience as a freshman was the freshmanfsenior party, where freshmen were alternately covered in various slimes and banged , The worst was rolling around in the mud! said Freshman Rachel Fenner. Photo by Mar- go Collins. Student Life . , ,. Before another Friday-morning pep rally, Freshman Stephanie Deviney rolls her eyes at a fellow Stin- gerette's comment. Stings spent many hours work- ing on routines to perform, in both games and pep rallies. For some, all this practice was a night- maref' Photo by Margo Collins. For some, the nightmare of school began before classes even started. Football players, among oth- ers, spent the last few weeks of the summer in two- a-day workouts. Senior Jason Westbrook finishes his workout on August afternoon amidst blood, sweat, and tears, baby .... Photo by Margo Collins.

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One Hundred and wo Ius A Hoi Tradition Rockets explode and light pierces the darkness. The crowd oohs and ahhs at the multi-colored sparks floating in the sky-the grand finale to the July Fourth Fun Fair, a local annual event complete with games, prizes, and, of course, that famed scorching Texas heat. July 4. Independence Day. A time for fireworks, festivities, and, for some, the local annual July Fourth Fun Fair. I went to the Fun Fair because last year I didn't get to stay long, said Sophomore Tracey Holloway. Others didnit go for the entire day, but . . . just to the fireworks because they're prettyf' said Senior Samantha Mingus. For some, the booths set up in the park were an attraction, although not always due to the booth's contents. We sat by the fishtank for three hours because it was in the shadef' said Junior Pam Virgin. There were others more interested in socializing as a main attraction of the fair. I spent all day walking around and talking to people. I loved it! said Holloway. Student Life Excitement over the 4th in the park was not quite as evident in a few people, however. lt was okay, but the worst part of it was the monotony of the whole thing. it's the same thing every year, and you always know what's going to be going on, said Senior Steve Williams. Regardless of the sameness of the fair from year to year, this year was the best-I'll remember every moment, said Virgin. There was the walk to the car when we were really strange! Then the laundromat . . . it was hot, so we stopped to cool off and get a coke. John and Steve actually laid down on a table to be near the air conditioner! she said. The last Roman Candle is exploded, the last firework has flickered out, and the crowd slowly goes home, the fair over for another year. Margo Collins