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PERFORMER vs. AUDIENCE

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In all honesty, no one really understands what we performers go through. They see us put on our performance one time. They think it’s as easy as 1-2-3. In reality, they don’t see how hard we work to get our lines right and our body motions to go with the lines. Everything must be practiced and done right. In rehearsal we may joke around with each other and play around, but when we hit that stage, everything becomes professional. If we do something wrong, we can criticize ourselves for weeks, even months about what we did wrong. If we do everything right and perfect, we give ourselves so much confidence and assurance that we were nothing less than amazing!

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As we stand on that stage under the bright lights, our heart beats fast,our palms start sweating, and it almost feels like we’re under pressure to be perfect.

We performers are always dedicated and determined to make a show amazing and perfect. We stay after school, 2 days a week, until 5:30 in the afternoon practicing and perfecting every little piece of our performance. We want to do and be our best for everyone. As we stand on that stage under the bright lights, our heart beats fast,our palms start sweating, and it almost feels like we’re under pressure to be perfect. We get nervous because all we want is for the audience to enjoy the show, but we also don’t want to mess up. Sure we make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we have to stop and perfect it. If we’re in rehearsal, that’s fine but on stage, in front of an audience, the show must go on.

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PROJECT 11 by Marcus Hendrickson

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Images by Marcus Hendrickson

 

With the Heritage wolf pack surrounding the stands and a crisp cool air giving a warning of the rain to come, Heritage Football walked out onto the field. Fans were packed into one undulating mass of purple, and the game was on. Right after kick-off Heritage recovered a fumble marking the beginning of a relentless onslaught brought on by the wolves.

“Play one” was the defining play according to Wyatt Luedecker, and he repeatedly stated how the first play that resulted in a 23 yard touchdown pass to Jeremiah Kelly is what created the momentum that ended in a 40 to 0 Heritage win.  “We hit them hard, we scored touchdowns, we didn’t stop, and we didn’t take our foot off the pedal”. Read more →

SENIORITIS by Julia Garcia

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We start out three feet tall in elementary school. We gain a few feet in middle school, puberty leads us into high school. Before we know it, we’re putting on our caps and gowns at graduation.

It’s the end of the year; graduation is only months away, and all the seniors are in a rush to make sure they graduate on time. The last thought in anyone’s mind would be about the juniors and lower classmen. While the seniors get ready for life after high school, they get ready to move up the food chain in high school. But what if they’ve already contracted senioritis? Now it seems skipping has become the new trend. Read more →

The RANT ::: HELMET HEAD

The RANT ::: HELMET HEAD

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This image by Cody Calhoon
All others by Jessi Proulx

The RANT ::: HELMET HEAD

Written by Nadya Simakov and Julia Garcia

Nadya:  Transportation says a lot about a person—and four wheels are so old school.
Not only are they bold and exciting, motorcycles are pretty practical.
Generally, motorcycles cost less in terms of repairs and parts. Motorcycle insurance is also cheaper, and less expensive than insuring an entire car. The average cost of motorcycle insurance is nearly ¼ the price of auto insurance. They have better gas mileage, which saves time and money. In terms of road tax, the motorcyclist also pays lesser road tax because the motorcycle occupies lesser road space. Also they take up less space and it’s easier to find a parking spot.
“Motorcycles turn a wimp into a man,” says HHS senior, Lika Zinchenko. They possess that bold appeal no matter how cheap—cheap cars can’t avoid looking like the clunkers they are. And come on, the Nissan Cube?
You can also do a lot of tricks on a motorcycle, since it’s easier to maneuver. Because of this, they are more evadable and have an easier time dodging accidents—less metal to move. Motorcycle riders are safer; they don’t text on their phones while riding. Motorcyclists are required by law to wear a helmet—not the case in a car.
Sure, motorcyclists can die in a car accident, but many people ignore the fact that lots of people who drive cars also die. When we go behind the wheel we’re taking a risk no matter what kind of vehicle we are in, have it be a motorcycle or a car. According to census statistics, there are 6x more deaths in a car than in a motorcycle.
Not just anybody can drive a bike—the tests for motorcycle license are significantly more difficult. The motorcycle written test is more demanding than that for a driver’s license. For the performance part, the examiners follow the rider in a car, making certain they obey every rule.
Bikes get thrills, bikes get attention, and bikes get practical.

Julia:  When I was younger, I went with my daycare to the nickel arcade. A man on a motorcycle hit the cement divider and he flew head forward over his bike—he wasn’t wearing a helmet and ended up going to the hospital in an ambulance. Since that day, I’ve been scared to ride a motorcycle and haven’t since.
In 2010 the government estimated that the number of deaths on a motorcycle was about 30 times the number of deaths in cars.
Not only do they have great potential for being dangerous, but motorcycles are just plain impractical.
Motorcycle wheels don’t get great traction in the rain. We live in the Rain State which rains on average about 150 days of the year leading to dangerous lack of traction—the ride would just be unpleasant and dripping. And then there’s the lack of space for people and stuff—why ride a motorcycle with only two seats if you can have a car with five? There’s more room in a car for friends and shopping bags, not to mention shelter year-round and air conditioning.
The appeal of a motorbike doesn’t define the appearance of the person riding it—you could look perfectly fine, if not better, in something else less accident prone; after all, it’s not always about looking good. Safety first.
If you want a cool breeze running through your hair, roll down the window. It’s in June, July, and August that highest percentages of motorcycle deaths occur and I don’t plan to be one of them. I want to spend my last summer having fun and being safe, not in a hospital room or worse.

IT GETS BETTER

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I first started thinking about my sexual orientation on a field trip in middle school. We were going swimming. I saw my friend changing clothes and realized I was looking at them differently. That was the first time I really started thinking about my feelings.

I was really nervous and scared. I didn’t know what I felt and didn’t know what my feelings meant. I grappled with it for months, which turned to years…eventually arriving at where I am today:  A proud gay man.
At first it was hard to tell people.  I couldn’t say it out loud–it had to be by email or by note.
I was scared people wouldn’t accept me. One day I was talking to my friend and he asked me straight out: “Are you gay?”
I got this blank scare—I’m sure he could see I was freaking out inside.
But he said, “It’s okay if you are.”
“Yes,” I admitted.
After that, I realized I had nothing to hide. I had to be proud.
I did have one major problem in middle school—a kid did say mean things to me and made me cry.  A friend saw I needed help, and dragged me to the counselor’s office. I’m glad she did.
They called in the name-caller, and I had no other issues from him.
I just needed a friend. I needed to know that I wasn’t alone, that someone out there cared—even when I thought no one else did. That friend that dragged me to the counselor’s office showed me that it’s okay to need help—and honestly saved my life and sanity.

I still couldn’t tell anybody new tell sophomore year. I had trouble owning up to it until people told me it was okay that I was gay. Eventually, I could just say the words: “Yes. I’m gay.”
But I know it’s hard to go to this point, and may take people longer than me.

The main thing I want people to get out of this is be who you are don’t worry about what your friends will say. If they don’t accept you they really weren’t your friend and won’t be around  much longer, regardless.

You’re not alone.
If you’re going through this and you can always contact me if you ever need help.
Sometimes you just need someone to talk to.
It gets better.
I am sure you have heard that so much—but it’s so true, so bears repeating.

It gets better.

 

IT GETS BETTER

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I first started thinking about my sexual orientation on a field trip in middle school. We were going swimming. I saw my friend changing clothes and realized I was looking at them differently. That was the first time I really started thinking about my feelings.

I was really nervous and scared. I didn’t know what I felt and didn’t know what my feelings meant. I grappled with it for months, which turned to years…eventually arriving at where I am today:  A proud gay man.
At first it was hard to tell people.  I couldn’t say it out loud–it had to be by email or by note.
I was scared people wouldn’t accept me. One day I was talking to my friend and he asked me straight out: “Are you gay?”
I got this blank scare—I’m sure he could see I was freaking out inside.
But he said, “It’s okay if you are.”
“Yes,” I admitted.
After that, I realized I had nothing to hide. I had to be proud.
I did have one major problem in middle school—a kid did say mean things to me and made me cry.  A friend saw I needed help, and dragged me to the counselor’s office. I’m glad she did.
They called in the name-caller, and I had no other issues from him.
I just needed a friend. I needed to know that I wasn’t alone, that someone out there cared—even when I thought no one else did. That friend that dragged me to the counselor’s office showed me that it’s okay to need help—and honestly saved my life and sanity.

I still couldn’t tell anybody new tell sophomore year. I had trouble owning up to it until people told me it was okay that I was gay. Eventually, I could just say the words: “Yes. I’m gay.”
But I know it’s hard to go to this point, and may take people longer than me.

The main thing I want people to get out of this is be who you are don’t worry about what your friends will say. If they don’t accept you they really weren’t your friend and won’t be around  much longer, regardless.

You’re not alone.
If you’re going through this and you can always contact me if you ever need help.
Sometimes you just need someone to talk to.
It gets better.
I am sure you have heard that so much—but it’s so true, so bears repeating.

It gets better.

 

REALSCHULE

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On March 18-19 eighteen students from Bavaria, Germany came to Heritage to get a taste of American high school for three weeks. One of the students, Svenja, has enjoyed many of her new experiences since she’s been in America.

“I like your donuts and your burgers,” she explained. “They are really good.”

Svenja also was attracted to the driving age we have. “I love that you can drive a car at sixteen. In Germany you have to be eighteen. But in Germany when we are sixteen we can go to the disco and drink beer, here we cannot.”

Despite the donuts and burgers, she hasn’t loved every part of her trip.

“Germany is really clean… I was in Seattle and thought the city was really dirty. The big cities, they don’t look really clean.” She did, however, enjoy her experience down in Vancouver. “It’s really pretty. I think the people here are nice.”

Svenja describes schooling in Germany as less lenient, and more difficult.

“I think classes in America are easier because you can decide what you want for math, or English, or anything, but we can’t. We have English, German, math and they are really hard.” Svenja also explained that the school German students  attend depends on their grades.

“In fourth grade, if you have good marks, you go to a Gymnasium, or Grammar School. If you have good or middle marks you go to Realschule, or Intermediate School.  When you’re really bad at school you go to Hauptschule, Secondary School.”

All eighteen of the visiting students are from an Intermediate school, and have been visiting local places such as Prairie High School. They will fly back to Nuremburg the last week of March. “It has been a good trip, I like to see America.”

PI DAY!

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March 14 (3/14) is Pi Day, a celebration of the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter — one of the most beautiful and confounding numbers in mathematics. It’s technically written as 3.14159, or 3.14 for short, but Pi is an “irrational and transcendental number” whose decimals “continue infinitely without repetition or pattern,” according to PiDay.org, the holiday’s official website.

Read more: http://newsfeed.time.com/2013/03/14/happy-pi-day-heres-some-of-the-wackiest-celebrations-around-the-world/#ixzz2NXeeJzUa