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CityViewNC.com | 29 910.868.5131 | 3200 Cliffdale Road, Fayetteville, NC 28303 | www.fayacademy.org Fayetteville Academy Fayetteville Academy admits students of any race, color, national and ethnic origin, gender identity, or sexual orientation to all the rights, privileges, programs, and activities generally accorded or made available to students at the school.It does not discriminate on the basis of race, color, national and ethnic origin, gender identity, or sexual orientation in administration of its educational policies, admissions, financial aid, and athletic and other school-administered programs. NOW ENROLLING FOR THE 2022-2023 SCHOOL YEAR Visit www.fayacademy.org for more information • Pre-K through grade 12 STEAM SmartLabs ® • Chromebook 1:1 program • Grades 4-7 LEGO ® Robotics Team • 71 percent of students who take the AP exams score a 3 or higher. • More than $500,000 in need-based financial aid awarded annually to qualified applicants. • The 26 members of the Class of 2022 were offered more than $3 million in college scholarships and grants. RANKED #1 IN THE NICHE.COM 2022 BEST PRIVATE K-12 SCHOOLS IN THE FAYETTEVILLE AREA by Clayton Britt & Sons 910.868.8319 3703 Bragg Blvd. Fayetteville, NC 28303 customercare@spaandpoolworld.com THAT WAS A BIG SQUEAL I remember the man in the blinged-out white jumpsuit like it was yesterday. But I couldn't for the life of me figure out what all the fuss was about. Rewind to the summer of 1976. Word spread around the 'Ville that Elvis was coming to town, and the newspapers showed photos of fans waiting hours (days?) to buy tickets. I mean, seriously long, snake-like lines of folks fanning themselves with whatever they could find in the sweltering heat. Sweating — well, kind of sweating — like e King himself. "I don't get it. What's the big deal?" I asked my boyfriend, who worked for a radio station and managed to snag a pair of coveted tickets to the concert. He just kind of smiled. To me, Elvis was more about my parents' generation. Admittedly, I had danced the twist to his music while knee-high to a grasshopper — on an aunt and uncle's back patio. But only because they egged me on and I wanted to hear the applause. Truth is, I was now a teenager — a free- thinking chick who was more into the Eagles than Elvis. But on the night of the first of three Elvis concerts at the arena, this girl couldn't help but get swept up in the excitement. As an imposing figure emerged from the dark stage, and the spotlight shined upon him, I grabbed the binoculars hanging around my boyfriend's neck, almost choking him. And I squealed. Loudly. "Not excited, huh? No big deal, right?" the boyfriend responded. I guess I was all shook up. It was like I had suddenly woken up to the fact this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Even during some parts that sounded a bit warbled, the crowd went crazy over Elvis' every hip swivel and pelvic thrust. About a year later to the day, as another Elvis concert was in the planning here, the sad news broke. Elvis had died. I think a lot of us remember exactly where we were when we heard. For me, I was "picking a salad" in my parents' garden. Daddy came out, looking sad, to deliver the news. Gone too soon. To this day, and forevermore, I am grateful that I got to see Elvis in concert — white jumpsuit and all. It really was a big deal. – Janet Gibson

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