Ukiah High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Ukiah, CA)

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8 • The Students

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The School White on white, the buildings rise out of the landscape and nearly overwhiem it. Some new students find themselves so in- timidated by the gigantic maze of almost windowless buildings that they become disoriented. After stumbling to the gym for orientation, one freshman found the place hod given her the chills. It made me feel insignificant, she said. New students become lost. Even oldtim- ers sometimes have trouble getting from class to class in seven minutes — or so they tell their teachers. Still, everybody soon adjusts and discards the map and the excuses. Nearly everybody begins to feel at home and embarks on the round of classes and activities available here. For most teen-agers their school cam- pus is where they spend most of every weekday. They hove special places where they talk between classes, study for tests or have lunch. The campus almost be- comes a mini-town that the students are OS familiar with as any citizen is with his community. Ukiah High School, one of the more beautiful campuses in California, offers to its students not only a wide range of activi- ties from sports to government, but also quality education. I feel that the classes I have taken over the post years hove pre- pared me not only for college, but for so- cial life as well, one senior remarked. The School • 7

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The Students Our school, so quiet and solemn on this brisk Sunday afternoon. Walking along the hallways, usually full of laughter and screams, one realizes how different it is here today without students. During the week people gather, talking and sharing secrets, walking around just to pass the time, or standing by the cafetorium trying to gulp enough food to last them through the day. Today they are gone. The wall where the row of cowboys usually sits is now occupied by a flock of birds. It looks lonely. The area between the pool and the vending machines, the old smoking area, is devoid of cigarette butts. Where smoke once lingered in the air and provoked the school board and student-parent groups to hold many discussions, there is now . . . well, cleanliness. The Tri looks like the heart of the school. The place where students gather to eat, talk and lough is now just an empty pit in the middle of campus. Without the students the school is quiet and undisturbed. The students, with all of their energy, shake the gym during rallies and make the school come olive with their joy and pain. The huge white buildings with orange doors was built for students. Without them the buildings are just that: buildings. School will come olive again on Mon- day, and emotion will once more fill these empty, lifeless buildings. The students