Waynesboro High School - Skyline Yearbook (Waynesboro, VA)

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Through acceptance of challenge And pain in futile attempt, Satisfaction in sharing, Accomplishment in grouped efforts Of service. We learn the meaning of complete . . . And self-fulfillment becomes Reality instead of a humanities discussion topic.

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Tired students, thoughtful students, Students with lollipops. Students that are . . . It’s raining today, Your slip is showing! Did she really say “quiz?” Awareness that is . . . Colonnades of sleepy smoke rings, A time-worn stage of dusty echoes, Two sets of fifty breathless stairsteps, The campus that is . . . A year of learning new words; Eight months of finding significance; Thirty-two weeks of Isaac Newton, Sine cosine, Frank Lloyd Wright That are laughingly, uniquely, undeniably . . . US! School life is a twelve year apprenticeship that binds its students to the task of finding themselves — of enlarging the experiences and understanding the chemical reactions that produce what we term “age”. Each of us forms a single brick in the wail of individuals that constitutes WHS; all of us share in the delightful taste of life which learning brings us . . . the challenge of competing with others, the satisfaction in making a step toward maturity, and the sheer fun of socializing with our friends. We “goof off”, we study hard, we cry, and we laugh a great deal, for high school is at once a teddy bear and a preface to adulthood — a chap¬ ter in which we grow. Sophomores, spinning a web of dreams for tomorrow, contribute their hesitant smiles and eager attitudes; juniors light each day with a free-flowing confidence and industry typical of the “middle rung”; and seniors prepare for a giant step, their thoughts lost in reverie of the fleeting past and anticipation of future worlds beyond. We form the “breath of life” which makes our institution significant — we breathe the hopes, industriousness, and frolic that render our high school years a bittersweet reality of experience. 17