One day when we were in Mrs. Audrey’s Distributive Ed. Class, a bunch of kids from Bryan Adams came through the horseshoe honking horns and burning rubber. After a couple of passes, Mrs. Audrey had had enough and she said, “You boys get out there and put a stop to that." In no time, we had piled out of the classroom and jumped into our own cars. Of course, by this time the B.A. kids had left, but that didn’t stop us from making a few passes through the horseshoe, burning rubber. ~Joe Bearden

 

…thought provoking, hilarious, philosophical discussions with Sandra Newsome. I never realized how much she taught me about myself until it was too late to thank her. ~Kathy Kilmer Moak

 

…the entire experience of meeting and interacting with so many different types of neat (and some not-so-neat) people…and Blake’s Model A. ~Jay Ballou

I have strange memories of the school building, not particularly of how it looked but classrooms…the feel of concrete, masonry, wood and steel…noisy heat radiators with painted enamel finish…I can still hear the bells ringing…announcing the end of one class, the beginning of another…I can hear the rush of footsteps…hallways filled with inaudible conversations… ~Mike Barnes

 

…jumping out the window during typing class to leave early. ~Christine Gray Henderson

 

…I’ve gone down memory lane all the way back to my early childhood days, climbing trees in our old Avalon neighborhood with Lee Russell, Steve Hughes, Mark Lund and Charlie Taylor. ~John Reed

 

…a much younger boy named Michael Evans (’71), who would always save a seat on the bus for me. ~Linda Bartek Coker

 

…football with Cotton Miles ~John Amend

 

…swimming parties in Betty’s backyard ~Susie Calhoun

 

…the counseling session with Mrs. Thomas for being late, cutting class, forging notes ~Jacques Ebbo

 

… being terrified when they would have us go into the darkened room near the office to check us for ringworm with that purple light. ~Joy Stevenson

 

…hearing Mike Barnes’ latest excuse. ~Betty Benda

 

…the day there was a sub in study hall, an older lady. The kids got unruly and threw paper airplanes at her. Everyone got her disoriented and distracted by moving her desk. During all of this, Larry England slipped out of study hall, ran down the 3 flights of stairs and laid on the front lawn like he had fallen out of the window. Somebody yelled at the lady to look…that it was her fault for not keeping the class in line. She practically fainted. ~Mike Looney

 

…Charco’s and getting there first after school. ~Roger New

 

… Senior English with Mrs. Enlow ~Suzi Shuler Harkey

 

…playing drums in our little rock and roll group ~John Moranz

 

…plenty, but I’m not telling ~Tim Mitchell

 

……trips to Austin to see my boyfriend. ~Nancy Clark Rubenstein

 

…Sherwood Blount beating on the windshield of the car I was sitting in with another guy. ~Sherril Day Kerr

 

3:30 pm each day!!!!!! ~Brenda Hornsby Pool