Mary Ann Hager - Chapmanville, WV Brooke Lanae Hagood - Cleveland, TN Susan Kaye Hainzinger - Bartlesville, OK Judy Ellen Hale - Villanova, PA David Mark Hallam - Morris Plains, NJ Crystal Hardy - GuU Shores, AL Emily Jane Harlan - Florence, AL Gina Leigh Harper - Yadkinville, NC Barbara Jean Harrison - Green Bay, WI Kiwanis Kaprice Harvey - St. Petersburg, FL John Barret Hatvany - Ft. Walton Beach, FL David Roy Hawkins - Roa noke, VA Pamela Ann Hawkins - Cleveland Heights, OH Lyle Don Hayes - Altus, OK Lee Andrea Heidbreder - Corning, AR Karen .J<i:isti Heinselman - Dunwoody, GA Wilham John Helms - Russellville, AR Christine Marie Henry - Selinsgrove, PA Suzanne Marie Henry - Belleville, IL Suzan Lynette Henson - Duncanville TX James Ronald Higginbotham - Tempe.' AZ David Lynn High - Douglass, KS Brenda Kaye Hill - Utica, MI David Henry Hill - Searcy, AR Martha J;me Hinton - Florence, AL Holly Jeanne Hladky - Vincentown, NJ Terry Wayne Hobbs - Joplin, MO Steve Scott Hockenberrry - Hoffman Estates, IL Lauretta Gayle Hodges - Stephenville, TX Leann M. Hogan - Columbus, OH Tamara L. Holloway - Searcy, AR Natalie Anne Hooper - Pasadena, TX Scott Alan Hoover - Indianapolis, IN Brent Douglas House - McPherson, KS Rita Jean House - Austin, AR 122 Shades of Juniors Potpourri of Gunk s I trudged back to the dorm, leaving a trail of waterfootprints behind me, I began to wonder what diseases I would contract. Pneumonia topped the list. I had accepted the concept of a runny nose, a cough, fever and a sore throat as soon as my body broke through the thin sheet of ice covering the Lilypool. Pneumonia - no biggy. The other diseases were the ones that worried me. (After all, Robitussin, Chloraseptic and a few yellow excuse slips would take care of the coughingdripping-aching pains. The formidable germs that lived, bred, divided and multiplied in the poltergeist-type gunk under the ice had probably already attacked my immune system. Scary. Suddenly I found myself thankful for all the dishwashing soaps and boxes of bubble flakes emptied into the fountain. Maybe, just maybe those detergents were responsible for the deaths of a few hundred germs that could have been on my body. So much for silver linings. My thoughts turned to the creatures that swam under all those bubbles and soap skum. Goldfish, minnows, catfish, frogs ...yuck! I checked my pockets - empty, as usual. The squishing between my toes frightened me. What if more than wet socks was wrapped around my feet. Scarier yet, the dead things that have floated in the Lilypool haunted my thoughts. Dead fish ("gunk'~ee to death), a skinned fox, a lost squirrel, and any number of komi moths rested in that watery grave. Perhaps I should have been thankful that I had walked away alive.. .even if it meant only a few hours of health. As I entered Stephens, I decided on my immediate course of action. First I had to wash the Quaker State motor oil out of my hair; that Cutlass that someone parked in the Lilypool definitely needed new seals. Then - revenge, sweet revenge. If it took my last breath, Mark was going in the Lilypool - Gunk II - Karen Strikes Back. ~ - Karen Roseberry i
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