Timpview High School - Talon Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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20.000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA. Gary Galland holds a school of fish in rapture with his deep conversation . The Galland family of Timpview are avid world-wide travelers. FREE AT LAST! Frank Christianson and Allison Slander celebrate gradu- ation. Besides tossing hats. Frank is Studentbody President and Allison, a J.V. Cheerleader. A FAVORITE FUR. Valynda Law mo- dels her favorite in furs. Is it mink, rabbit or fox? Furs, fashion and fun are at the top of her list for making life more enjoyable. Closing

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Imagine This Becoming The road to becoming was paved with hardship and decision. A wrong turn at a fork in the road could lead to a cabbage farm or a brick wall. Just as a right turn could lead to fortune, or fame. As you stop at little towns on your road, you could pick up wisdom, a souvenir spoon, or a husband and five kids. A simple act such as stopping at a gas station and choosing Funyuns over Clo- ver Club Chips or Mellow Yellow over Mountain Dew could change your life. Setbacks would occasionally occur on your trip. These could strengthen or weaken your determination depending on how you handled the situation. Since your destination was mostly unknown, you might stop too early, or go past your stop. But part of becoming was the ability to adapt to a less than perfect situation and to fill in the potholes to make the way smooth. The road had been taken and you were now on your way. The completion of the painstaking Freshman year, or the end of the lengthy Senior year, left you with numerous accomplishments and a sense of becoming. ZOOM! ZOOM! Jennifer Williams speeds off into the snow covered hills. She is probably late for basketball practice or some other sporting event in which she plays. HANDS ACROSS AFRICA. Kristi Ross shakes hands with a small native child while on a visit to Africa. Kristi is able to see these sights during a trip with some friends. 212 Closing

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IMAGINE THIS! I guess we were imagining things since we started writing the annual letter from the editors. Because there were five plus one editors this year, great numbers never meant great efficiency. We tried organization, new fabu- lous ideas coming from the summer workshop, mini-teach- ing sessions and a highly rec- ommended staff. Layouts, copy and covers were created to give the new staff a taste for yearbook life. But a taste wasn't what they needed; they needed a plunge. Suzanne orga- nized the clubs, Susie took sports, Darren had activites, Amy endured the class sec- tions, and Lawrence picked photos, while the race with the deadlines began and never seemed to end. It hit us right in the face. The first deadline was a little bit bet- ter than five finals in a row. What do we do?” was a com- mon question coming from the inexperienced yearbookettes’ lips. The problem was that even most of the editors said that question too. The Darren and Susie incident on that first deadline left Darren in bondage, and Amy left Provo to bigger and better things . . . like Cache Valley. Utah. Somehow the first deadline pulled through, thanks to wonder girls Amy Baird and Joan Lines. After that horrendous dead- line, a new staff list was posted. It shocked some, but really, the truth was there and if you couldn’t take it, too bad! The editors were no longer editors, some were praised, some mocked, but really, it was all in fun? Sooner than we thought the second deadline was here and it scared us all. Copy was a major problem while we tried to dis- cover who could really write a complete sentence, instead of those who were writing Dick and Jane. Other amusing ac- tivities took place instead of the yearbook. The Awards Board (Bored) was created by Scott, Todd, Lupe, and others. Solid Gold dancing was also a favorite under the glimmering lights of the Awards Board. The end of the first semester was around the corner, and Christ- mas and yearbook was the same word. The famous “little class- room would be left to bigger and better things. The new move to Auto Shop had left us suffocating in exhaust fumes. Many hours were spent taking pride in that room. The neces- sity of the new sign-out board was also very practical and useful. In that very same room, Amy B. was voted into the cov- etous position of editorship. In those great times, plants sprouted from the walls, and lemon grease was spread upon the tables to enhance the de- cor. Christmas came and a favor- ite vacation spot for some was, yes, the yearbook room. The computer even had a marvel- ous vacation traveling to Amy and Amy’s homes during the winter days. Christmas brought us a new look at fashionable perms and five week late pic- tureless pages. In the hopes for a better new year, the last few deadlines were arriving. Our juices were going dry and our pages were coming slowly. Many yearboo- kettes' hopes for a different class were their New Year's goals. Many left us, also an edi- tor or two. But the brave and not so brave stayed. Before our final words, we would like to thank our favorite and faithful friends: Miss P., Va- line. Bill Baker. Sharpe's, Jos- ten's and of course Shadow a friend to us all. Our last and final words will follow. (We guess you would have to be there — luckily you weren’t.) We remember . . Did you mock shadow? The pages were due five weeks ago! Take this board seriously. I’m the only one that did anything. The Sub- way Sandwich was sick. Get rid of the Lemon Gold! Of course, we had tons of parties. Why didn’t you just look at the year- books all period long? Lupe, turn off that music. O.k. - so all the plants died. Yearbook usu- ally was fun - o.k. - maybe. I'm not planning a party! We were trying to meet a deadline - who cared about pride in the room? We all got an F on ad sales. What was Farmer's Corner? Linda, my grade was not fair! Fine, I will do it • just don’t blow up on the computer. Gloria Lor- ing? Don't touch me! What were we supposed to do? IMAGINE THIS ! ! ! ALL LOCKED UP. The editors. Amy Heckmann. Jeri Sue Ostler. Suzanne Brown and Darren Pratley are finally being locked up for good, thanks to photography editor Lawrence Tolman. This is the thanks box. We would like to give thanks to these people who have helped us reach our goal of a wonderful yearbook for 1986 - 1987. We are not receiving a Grammy Award, but we would just like to say we couldn’t have done it with- out you! Thanks to Mrs. Pratley, Mr. Laursen, Bill Baker, Josten’s Publishing Com pany, Sharpe Photogra phy and all those many people who have put up with us at Timpview. 214 Editors