Walnut High School - Cayuse Yearbook (Walnut, CA)

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The winter storms were now com- ing in full force. The war had begun, each rainstorm a battle in itself. Every new raindrop caused a new leak in the ceiling. We retaliated each time by putting buckets and trash cans under them. The final battle was soon to come. An incredibly large storm from Hawaii was due any day. A series of storms from the north were also on the way. Heavy rain was inevitable. This was it, either we win this one or give up our room to the rain. We prepared ourselves by get- ting buckets, trash cans and anything else together that would hold water. The strom came in, it was as big as predicted. Many inches were expected before it would be over. The rain came down in buckets. Pouring into the classroom from every crack it could find. Streaming down the walls and even coming in through the molding around the door. Water was everywhere. lt seemed like we couldn't stop it. lt was time for us to bring out our spe- cial weapon: custodians. The custo- dians were busy on the roof laying down plastic sheets, draining water and bringing in new supplies to try and stop the rain. It was all in vain, though. The rainstrom was too much for us. Water was now coming in through the lights. There was a chance they would explode. The car- pet was like a lake. You couldn't enter the room without an umbrella. It was definite, we would have to leave. Admitting defeat, we left our class- room to the rain. We had lost the war, or had we? We still had the ulti- mate weapon on our side - time. Time would make everything all right. Time would pass and so would winter, taking the rain with it. Then when dry weather came, our class- room could be reroofed. We'd leave for now, but soon we would be back. Eventually we would win. We would conquer. We would destroy - THE RAIN!!! The Rainlffeature

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IIDHAIRSY GEF A 3 ITSEQTHTQIDHNG 515931 DDI Eikflfttj Abandon ship, abandon ship, I yelled to my classmates as we left our now dark and deserted classroom. I didn't know when we would see this room again. We held out as long as we could, fighting this thing with every means possible. We fought a long, hard battle but it was an impos- sible situation. Destined to lose, we packed up our books and supplies and ventured out into the cold, wet weather. We were being evacuated to the multi-purpose room. Many other classes from the B building were there. I hadn't realized how out-of hand this thing had gotten, but then I guess there was no stopping THE RAIN!!! I remember the peaceful days before it came. Entering a dry class and sitting on a dry chair. Not having ACRIES OF DESPAIR AND FEAR are heard above the rising water. Many classes abandoned their rooms for a drier environment. PNEW SUPPLIES ARRIVE to help stop the rain. Custodians were busily working on the roof to get the situation under control. Feature!The Rain! By Cris Nelson to worry about being dripped upon. Everything seemed so calm. Then it started - an occasional winter storm, bringing with it light rain. Each time it would rain, the ceiling would start to leak. I can still see the fear in my teacherfs eyes the day he told us the news. 'Everyone quiet please, I - I, uh, I have an announcement to make. His voice cracked and we Oh my God! No not rain! Not through the ceiling! realized the seriousness of what he was saying. The rain we hadf' he paused a long moment building anticipation. The rain we had has leaked through the ceiling. We car expect it to get worse as the winte goes by. f'Oh my God! No, not rain Not through the ceiling! I screamed The girl next to me fainted. Panic swept through the room. What were we going to do? Should we leave- now? Should we stay and fight thi terrible thing? No one knew what tc do. Silence replaced panic. All eye were on our teacher. With his guid ance, we as a group decided what to do. It was our classroom, and we weren't going to give it up without fight. It would be a tough battle, b we would stick with it until we be thisthing.

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