Vestaburg High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Vestaburg, MI)

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Moods by Brad Olrich A day in the life of... It is morning. The sun sends its gentle orange shaft through the curtains of a small dark bedroom. A strange gutteral sound emanates from beneath the covers of a bed in the corner. photo bv Larry McClellan Ohhh, cripe... he thinks ...night over already...? Grimacing, he rolls out of bed onto the floor. They go so blasted fast lately, he grum- bles . Another school day... LATER... It has not been a good day so far. His usual first hour nap had been rudely inter- rupted by a rather disturbed English teacher who insisted that One could not study Longfellow with one's eyes closed! , and furthermore, he had been given a pop quiz in algebra. Now only one and a half minutes stand between him and lunch. It seems an eter- nity. He feels a quivering of anticipation in his knees. The hands of the clock loom ever closer to the fateful time. His mind whirls with the thoughts of escaping the boredom which holds the class in its iron grip. He glances at the clock; fifteen seconds and closing. His eyes become glazed; he is sweating profusely. The bell rings! Y ay!!!!!! He springs from his seat with a scream of glee and finds himself running in a joyful dash to the cafeteria for lunch and eternal happiness. Ah, sixth hour has just ended. Opening his locker, he takes a quick look in a mirror hanging on the inside. Mmmm, whatta face, he smiles to himself. He turns and scans the masses milling about in the hall. Then ho sees her. She doesn't know it, but this is her lucky day. He had always suspected she was attracted to him; now he's going to give her a chance. Here she comes. Closer... CLOSER.. .He makes his move. Hi, my name's... And there she goes. He's in shock. She doesn't see him. She doesn't hear him. She never even stops talking. Hmph. He feels a blackness in his heart. Scowling at her form making its way down the hall, he slams the locker. With an indignant grunt of fury, he angrily storms outside where the setting sun greets him with gentle warmth to soothe his flaming rage.

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The alarm clock sounds. Another school day. For a moment he holds back a choked sob. “Will this madness ever end!?” YOU took my picture! reacts seventh grade cheerleader Lisa Deyarmond after photographer Neil Moomcy triggers his flash. No, Larry did, smiles Larry McClellan, quick to catch the real photo. FACIAL expressions often say it all, as is evident by the look on sophomore Phil Frisbie's face, above, and teacher Bruce Torgcrson's face, far right. Who knows what interaction is taking place between Mr. DeShano and junior Lynn Krafft; and Rusty Sanders, as usual, looks like he knows something we don’t. St It We

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After school by Ric McClellan, Kate Brantley Cows, cash registers, CBS create new curriculums In addition to spending long endless hours learning new math equations, science experiments and history heroes how did students occupy their time outside the classroom? Many students found them- selves occupied in a variety of activities ranging from part time work at a near by hard- ware store to relaxing to tunes on the radio. Anywhere in be- tween, they did chores, read books, and practiced their musical instruments. Whether it was listening to the radio or perfecting their own instruments, students en- joyed music. Sarah Avery and Pam Palmer spent after school time playing the piano, Kelly Kane played the violin and John Lybeer exercised his tal- ents on guitar. I play mostly rock and roll, he stated. John practiced quite often but he did point out, I could be better. A few students were lucky enough to have part-time jobs. Becky Busman worked at the bowling alley at Marl View; The work, she said, is ok and it's a job anyway. Peter Moomey also put in hours at his dad's hardware store in River- dale. Many had plenty of work waiting for them at home be- fore or after school. Cleaning house, of course wasn't a job found pleasurable. As Michele Dailey could tell you, thei’e were other things besides housework to be done; she had to milk thirty head of cattle everyday. The remaining spare time was spent in many different ways. Jeff Anna stayed in school after regular hours working with computers. He also enjoyed tearing apart and putting together stereos and TV's. We all put in our classroom hours but afterwards we did our own thing. CHANCING spark plugs is just one of the PETER Moomey, who spends after school many jobs Jeff Cantrell busies himself with time working in his father's Riverdale after school at Erskin's. hardware store, takes a message for the boss.