Westlake High School - Ram Ler Yearbook (Westlake, LA)

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Our School We’re Proud of our school. We’re Proud of the Westlake Rams. We’re Proud of our teachers. We’re Proud of everyone with school spirit. Opening 3

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We’re Proud Of . we took part in the pep rallies 99 Welcome to Westlake, Louisiana, a town where the people have grown together to be proud of and part of a community they call their own. Governed by Mayor Dudley Dixon, Westlake is a setting for businesses, homes, schools, churches, good and bad times, and a place where memories are made. At 1000 Garden Drive, one can find not only Westlake High School, but a home-away-from-home where many of these memories are made. Ten years from now, these memories will bring back the time we were so proud of our school as well as a part of it. Nothing but pride beamed from our faces as we took part in the pep rallies as the beautiful sound of the Alma Mater rang out while orange and black streamers floated above the 673 hands that proudly showed we were number one. Many took part in the tears that were shed in joy and sorrow at Friday night football games. We’re Proud of our town. We’re Proud of our student body. We’re Proud of our staff. 2 Opening

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We’re Part Of ... “ ... we became proud of ... a very special place.” We also were part of the nervous stomachs that tensed when the office worker read the list of in-school suspension victims over the speaker. Immediately following that was either a sigh of relief or panic as one walked hesitantly down to assistant principal Mr. Gary Anderson’s office. Also, almost everyone was a victim of those heavy eyelids that were so hard to keep open during first hour. Many of us took part in the crazy and fun times when a friend was thrown into the locker room showers as a birthday present. Westlake students took part in gossip exchanged between classes, during classes (usually on scraps of paper). after school, on the phone, at Hardee’s, at the gameroom. and any other place friends usually met. Everyone felt the urge to look at a neighbor’s paper when the test was simply forgotten about the night before. We also felt ankles wet from dew on the grass at early morning practices. Mosquitoes always clung to these same wet ankles while the captain said. “You are at attention! Don’t you dare move!” The pain, sorrow, joy, laughter, accomplishments, and tears will linger in our minds as we remember the best years of our lives, years when we became proud of and part of a very special place. These memories will stay with us until we are but a memory ourselves. The ramettes are a Part of our The teachers are a Part of our school. school. The cafeteria workers are a Part of our school. 4 Opening