West High School - Shaheen Yearbook (Davenport, IA)

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22. fall Q il' E From the diary of Sammy Sophomore September 3, 1974 Starting out the day in the commons area lost in a sea of people is a good introduction to West I-Iigh. When I emerge from the crowd, I find myself in an entirely foreign part of the building. Now I must locate my first class. Iwander through the h:il1s,cw,1a1ly glancing up at the room numbers twhen you're a sophomore, you can't be too obvious lj and find I'm on the wrong floor and my room is on the opposite side of the building. I find my room fifteen minutes after class starts. In a room full of juniors and seniors, I discover, you don't walk in late. I open the door in the middle of a lecture and hand the teacher my verification card. In the midst of the usual jokes about being a stupid sophomore and any other cracks they can think up, I slide silently into the nearest seat. My next three classes pass with minimal pain. There's one thing I do notice during this time, though. For some unknown reason, the teachers try to put the fear of God and mankind into you by list- ing their class requirements, grade percentages, and all the other horrors they can inflict upon an un- suspecting student. A mad rush to the commons area tells me that it must be lunch time. I decide to try to eat even though my first animal instinct flashes a run sig- nal. Feeling as if I were James Bond Cthis is as daring as any of his exploitsj, I flirt with the devil as I chew my food. I leave the lunch room to find that someway, somehow, about 2000 new students registered in the two minutes after I sat down to lunch, and they are now standing in the main hall, all 2000 of them! Gradually, the mass of people moves off, and I find myself being swept along. Determined not to get sidetracked, I daringly cross the hall and make it to my fifth class. In the second half of the day, I find more of the same -fear instilling teachers, trite jokes a- bout dumb sophomores, and a big headache. I watch the hands of the clock inch closer to that magic hour - 3:20 p.m. It finally clicks and every- one gets up. I limply crawl out of the room, down the hall to my locker and out to the school bus. A day of school is over. As I watch the school building slide from view, I sigh with relief. But wait, there are still 179 more days to go! by Sheila Brune BEGUUQIUII til sq.. - Vi sl-

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24 Auds 1 Auds are for everyone and for every occasion. They range in tempo from the very formal and refined' style of the Queen's coronation aud, to the rambunct- ious enthusiasm of a pep aud. The packed stands were silent and reserved when Governor Ray crowned Queen Debbie Wilhelm, but thunderous shouts sprang from the same crowd during a pep aud. While there were polite claps during the corination aud, shrill whistles and strained voices presided over a pep aud. There are, of course, varying degrees in the middle. Not all auds are filled with quiet courtesy, nor are they all filled with deafening echoes of West is best! Top Left: Charlie Vieth, Student Union president at Central watches as Mike Wilson lifts a little Blue Devil. Right: A not too spirited crowd at an aud.