Woodway High School - Sinn Fein Yearbook (Edmonds, WA)

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WEECOM LO GW Y... We've come a long way since our educa- tion began. Remember good old kindergar- ten? How rough those long three hour days seemed. and how we would drag our weery little bodies home and collapse on our little beds. That's where it all began, from learn- ing the alphabet to raising our hands, sitting in desks. learning new things. It all seemed so real and exciting back then. Our early goals were to major in coloring. We haven't had a year quite like it since. Then elementary school, starting of course, with grade one. Things were a bit different there. The day was lengthened to six hours and they wouldn't even let us take a nap. We were introduced to the exciting world of literature. with such memorable ti- tles as Dick mul June and The Lillle Train Thai Could. To us, the world of hot school lunches was completely new. Some of the Well-to-doi' students got to buy their lunches like the big kids. We were fasci- nated with such delights as pork chow mein WN. f Q 9 over rice. barbecued beef on buttered bun. and pigs in a blanket. Television was even al- lowed back then, remember Fun With Mu- sic. when we would forever have impressed in our memories such phrases as TA-TA- TEE-TEE-TA. Remember tllose dull rainy days when they forced us to stay inside dur- ing recess and play those 30-year-old board games? Second grade introduced new tin brief cases depicting memorable characters like Huckleberry Hound, Atom Ant. and Barbieg and stuffed with such swappables as Twinkies, pickles. and Fritos. In tl1e spring we celebrated St. Valentine's Day by passing our Valentines to our classmates fwhether we wanted to or noti and some were lucky 152 'M g il '!' enough to receive heart shaped candies which said Be Mine or Oh Yeah?',. Dur- ing assemblies we militaristically marched, chairs in hand, to the gymnasium to hear i11- spired speeches by the faculty on why the milk prices are going up and how to prop- erly hold your scissors with tl1e points fac- ing down so that you wouldn't stab yourself if you were to fall, just the person you fell on. Ill third grade, we entered into 11ew social activities such as Blue Birds, where we learned how to giggle histerically and push mint candies, and Boy Scouts, always on their honorf' New responsibilities were is- sued. like equipment monitors . . . ah, it was lonely at the top. Ka-Bongersf' hard large marbles on a string fsupposed toysl weren't on our equipment lists, though they were listed on the principal's black list as lethal weapons. ln class there were always one or two people who couldnit resist getting the attention caused by eating a jar of paste. Show-and-Tell was always fun. It allowed us to show off our priceless possessions like stick log houses constructed out of 986 fud- gcicle sticks. Cursive writing was taught. when we had to write A's and A's and A'sg then B's and B's and B's, and then little a's. and more little ass . . . In the fourth grade, we began working on reports. We all groaned and moaned at learning that we had to fill an entire two pages of wide ruled lines in tl1e short period of two weeks. Some were lucky and were al- lowed to only write one and one-half pages if they included pictures. We held com- petative spelling Bees to decide the best speller in the class. The winner received a set of personalized pencils with his or her very own name engraved on them. Com- petitions at recess switched to teatherball matches that year, and future Nadia Com- anecis swung from the monkey bars in their unmatching shorts and skirts. Then, after school, all would race to the bike racks and furiously peddle home to catch Gilligan's ls- land and The Brady Bunch. In the fifth grade, fashions caught our at- tentions. The most popular was the Waffle Stomper-the all purpose shoe. Great for kickball and invigorating games of 4--square. But it wasnit all fun and games in the fifth gradeg new responsibilities were issued sucll as patrol monitors. Dressed in their flores- cent orange safety vests and armed with the all powerful STOP flag, these brave young men and women risked their little bodies to ensure our safety home, that is, unless it was raining. Then we were on our own. There were the days when our teachers were away and we played a game called Torture the Substitutef, a game which is still revived and enacted in high school oc- casionally. lnevitably, we'd win this game, though we regretted it the day our teacher returned and made us sit with our heads on our desks for an unbearably long time. Sixth grade brought the exciting world of Square Dancing, the influence of which is still evident today with the many cowboy hats apparent on campus. Class court was imposedg literally a jury or your peers would decide your innocence or guilt, and, if needed. punishment for such heinous acts as hogging the ball at recess or cutting in the lunch line. In class we got our first sex edu- cation. segregated into two classes: one for the guys and one for the girls, and viewing those confusing Parent Permission films which explained the facts of life. In the spring we had Field Day: athletic com- petition in running, jumping, and throwing. All went for the prestigeous blue ribbons which signified first place. A carnival was hosted that year also, presenting cakewalks.