Yorktown High School - Episode Yearbook (Yorktown, IN)

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Victim of the ' Sugar Fix 9 Most people absolutely hate going to the dentist. Of course it ' s nothing against the doctor; but it ' s just not fun having some guy poking around in your mouth with drill in hand, ready to fill any cavities. Many patients leave vowing never to indulge in sweets again. Like New Year ' s resolutions, the vow is soon forgot- ten when It happens. Your hands begin to sweat as drool escapes the corners of your mouth and you develop a nervous twitch. You know there ' s no turn- ing back now — you need a sugar fix. Okay, I confess. I too suffered from that undeniable urge to sink my teeth into something sweet; but I never drool. Anyway, it was in that moment of des- peration that I got my brilliant idea. I conned my advisor into assigning me a story on sugar. She actu- ally thinks I ' m out to save the school from cavities, but why should I care if 800 people walk around with holes in their teeth? Oh well, it worked. She was impressed and I tried to appear humble. I left the room with visions of sugar plums and staff promotions dancing in my head. Since I had no money, I spent my last 35C on a candy bar at lunch, I immediately had to eliminate the candy machines and go for the big bargain. It awaits Biting into one ofBaskin Robbin ' s 31-derfui flavors is Junior Amy Garrett at the ice cream booth on Carnival Day, while Fresh- man Todd Applegate catches The Pepsi Spirit at the annual Homecoming spirit day games. These were just two of the ways Yorktown students found to curb their appetites during the long days in school. in the front office, otherwise known as Candy Dish Alley. Here I struck it rich! It ' s great because it kills that gross taste in your mouth after eating lunch, claimed Senior Pam John- son, office aide. I was unable to comment because my teeth were adhered with peanut butter kisses. I did, however, agree. My next destination was the guidance office. Unfor- tunately, 1 was not welcomed with candy. Mrs. Donna Daniel, guidance secretary, recently had her supply wiped out by other greedy sugar addicts like myself. Dejectedly, I wandered into the office of Asst. Prin- cipal Barbara Underwood. BANAZAI! This was what I had been waiting for! Dr. Underwood is the proud owner of not one but two decorative, and full, candy dishes. I was happily devouring Russell Stover sour balls when she walked in. Go right ahead, she greet- ed. I keep it there for the kids ... I don ' t eat it . . . well, occasionally I do. I guess I ate quite a bit around Christmas, she finally confessed. I then realized the time and knew my candy-collect- ing adventure was at an end — at least for now. I grabbed another fistful of sweets and headed back to the journalism room. For some strange reason my teeth began to hurt. Cavities? No way! I tried to block out the pain and shuffled my notes in a convincing manner. I ' m glad my little scheme worked. Who knows? I may get that promotion yet, but first I ' ll have to make a date with a dentist.

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ll km tveg t She thought it was going to be easy. After all, how tough could it be to diet for one day; one measly day. But second period rolled around and with it came that familiar urge, that relentless compulsion to eat. No, she told herself, I ' m not hungry. Maybe if chew on my fingernails the grumbling will go away. The grumbling didn ' t go away, but her fingernails did. Study, she thought, If I study for my calculus quiz, then I won ' t have to think about food. Just as she began to study, though, a wonderful scent entered her inflamed nostrils — Cinnamon Rolls! She turned around in time to see Mrs. Saxman plop the last one thoughtlessly into her mouth. As she slumped down in her chair to cry, the bell sounded. It was time or recharging the system. It was time for her to get rid v jt j- bearable hunger which raged inside the heai t of r ■ ■■ i .- it was time to forget her diet unti her next class, it v •■: me for lunch at the automat . . . Damon Brown

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We were parking with another couple. When it was time to leave, I acted like the car wouldn ' t start. Everyone was getting all upset; my date was worried about making a bad impression on my mom. I waited until the last minute to finally start it. They didn ' t think it was as funny as I did. — Junior girl We were parking and another car came up. We didn ' t know what to do, so we just left. — Junior guy The night of the Sweetheart Ball, we went parking in a field before the dance. The car got stuck in the mud. We were covered with mud after pushing it out. We had to walk through two fields all dressed up to get to the dance. — Senior girl Vwtk We ' ll just talk . . . Want to go for a ride? ... 1 promise we ' ll just talk . . . Do you believe in ghosts? . . . Let ' s go talk . . . Sound familiar? These common lines and other sweet nothings have brought more cou- ples to the locally famous Hawk Cemetary than anywhere else. But what is Hawk ' s attraction? It has, like most cemetaries, a few dusty, old tombstones, a narrow gravel road, and a dragon. A what?! Okay, the dragon is pretty unique. Actually, it ' s only a tree that amazingly resembles a dragon in the moonlight. Of course, this moonlight affects more than trees. We went out there to drink but wound up parking, which is what I planned on in the first place, admitted one senior boy. A junior girl explained, My boyfriend and I wanted to be alone but our parents were home. We just ended up there because nobody else was around. No matter what reason, or excuse, is given, Hawk Cemetary provides that special place for many Yorktown students. The sentiments were best expressed by one sophomore boy who bragged, You remember those old fa- shioned submarine races? Well, we ' ve got ghost hunting! However, when asked if he has ever caught one of these ghosts he laughed, Nah, I ' ve always been too busy to look. Lynn Miller Marking time between light and sound cues are back- stage technicians Senior Mark Scholer and Junior Mark Harris during the fall production of Visit to a Small Plan- Opening