Thomas Dale High School - Reflector Yearbook (Chester, VA)

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LE HIGH SCHOOL SE REFERRAL Date. (pupil) ( ) Arrived Tardy tine (+) was absent days ce Homeroom ( ) Truancy e followin . : § jisorder ( ) Out of Town Trip Mater lals wh ih ore throat ( ) Business Errand ; »pt. ( ) Help at Home ppt. ( ) Employment 28s {) vas verified by parents of doctor or by school nurse student (allowed only as exception) 9 rss, eae as . After nendations: 5 Coae: ENGL Jt 2 | arriving Permitted me os bit yo es at school, up Permitted emi TY, Pp. een ee pe g fs after an.in- take-up As Aye . credible slow ride, he finds his: name attached toa “never ending list of a. See = ee en ne ee —seniorswhohave been assigned to various home- - rooms. ‘‘Let’ssee,| wonder “who's my homeroom teacher? Here - it is, room 2. He makes a last or minute check on his clothes and hair © year it came at uh, oh, yeah, 8:20. Let's and then walks in. ‘Mr. Ed! Alright! see, it's 8:15 now, I'd betes get out there.’’ Poe) eee How's it going? Where’re you sitting me He quickly ties his last shoe lace of his tennis Ree ee eee : this year? Next to the heater? Figures!’ The shoes before racing downstairs. He grabs cae second bell rings and there is a mad rush to home- the dollar, notebook and pen while he races room. Beep! A friendly and familiar voice comes over out the door. Halfway down the porch steps the P.A. and welcomes all the students back and makes a he stops dead in his tracks. ‘‘Never fails!’ few. announcements! ‘‘Homeroom will be extended this ae Every year!”’ Back up the steps and in the Eee morning so that the students may complete the forms, ae door he walks. ‘Mom! Wake up, | missed Re, questionnaire and what have you. . . have a nice day! ’ Beep! the bus! All during the announcements Mr, Ed busily passes out the é forms to be filled out and is hit with the endless barrage of Bnorier insane questions and ad-libs. ‘Can | borrow a pencil, Mr. Ed?”’ = ‘| need one, too!”’ “And me.”’ Mr. Ed hands out the writing instruments. Signature {0 tree reneh a STE ee a ee ee a LR ES EN Ae IT Pe ne a OLS IS ae

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. Brrring!! hat Huh? What’ s happenin’ Sue Oh yeah, the alarm Gee, | haven’ t been up this early in three months! Slowly but'surely, he lifts his leg from beneath his covers and “ “places it on the floor, then the other, ever so slowly. ‘Still om his back, he opens his eyes. “Ohhh!” Pulling himself - together he sits up, arms and legs. outstretched for a minute. ote better, a little, anyway.’ He rises from bed, again “arms outstreched as he reaches for the ceiling. ‘ Ahh, f Hes might make it.” Feeling a slightly bit excited, he begins to ready himself for school. “Eat! I'd better get something to eat.’’ Downstairs in the kitchen, he hits the light switch and walks over to ine he slams the door. ‘‘I’'m not hungry anyway.”’ He runs upstairs refrigerator. He opens the door and the chilled air rushes over his bare chest. Quite a relief from the usual hot summer day. After spying around inside the refrigerator, to his room. ‘‘What shall | wear today? Let's see, I can't dress too well, people might think I'ma hotdog. Let's see, where’re my Levis? Yeah, I'll wear my jeans, that'll be cool. | think I'll wear a nice shirt, Ahh, yes. ’ Clothes all laid out, he heads for the shower. He turns the dial to cool, and jumps in. ‘Ahh, yes, I'm gonna start today off right. ’ Refreshed now, he quickly dries and then brushes his teeth. Towel around his waist, he heads back to his room for his clothes. ‘'! wonder what time the bus comes? Let's see, last

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all whe faigel theirs, which seems:to be everybody. , Mr. Ed! ' a student yells, “These forms are all alike.”’ her student yells, “What i is this anyway, the FBI?”’ bia as are we going to class at all today?” te ites what is my ele Black?” me on the last one.” j Hey, Linda, how come Mr. Ed ran out the door with his hands over'his ears?”’ Mr. Ed, I've ny got s six sheets, | think you skipped Mr. Eddd come back! | need to ask you a question. “Mr. Ed! ‘Whew, is my wrist sore. | thought I’d never finish all those forms! At least the rest of the classes are only 35 - minutes long. ’ With his Dynamic Price Fighter notebook in one hand and with his Bic pen in the other, he strolls up to his first period class. ‘‘Man,”’ he thinks, ‘so that’s Miss Paulette. Boy, everybody sure says she’s mean, but she sure seems nice to me. Maybe she’s trying to snow us.’ Another form is being filled out when the the bell rings. “We'll finish it tomorrow,'' says Miss Paulette. He checks his schedule to locate his next class: ‘‘Mr. Smith, again? All right! ’ The tardy bell rings and everyone is