Spring is Here
BY ALEXIS TORRES & ABIGAIL CLARK
BY EVA SZOCIK
You open your eyelids and see green,
The time came so quick, it couldn’t’ve been foreseen
But, that’s how it’s always been
Snowfall dries and the blooming begins
After all of the white and frigid,
How nice is it that the excess weight of your North Face has finally been lifted
Fast paces, sweet reassuring faces
You consume the green, and it consumes you
Looking into the trees you see through them
Was the snow really there at all, or was it but a moldy stem?
Who’s to say, when clocks keep ticking
And mother nature keeps tricking
Where the horizon really ends
And the dirt transcends?
Looking into the cold clouds you see a star, but a green one
Oh, this has all just begun
As you twirl and whirl onward into your fate, dizzying at every revolution only to be spun back into actuality
Why avoid taking the time for a warm drink?
As the snowfall keeps melting and the birds fly back
And the sound of swishing ice is replaced with the sight of sidewalk cracks
As the leaves bloom once more
And your shoulders become far less sore
And the sun has time for 7pm tea
And smiles take less pleas
Arrows all point up
Green, vibrant arrows
BY EMMA DUFFY
BY FREEDOM GOBEL
The most important day of my life was probably the day I first picked up a guitar. I used to visit my father every summer for a couple of weeks, and his farm was the best place for exploring. The land reached so far that the trees in the distance appeared as big as the ants crawlin’ by my bare feet. Everyday you’d discover something new, even if you weren’t tryin’.
It was the hottest day I had ever lived through, I swear! That day was most definitely not a day to part from the shade. So inside my room I sat, bored out of my mind like any ten year old would be on a day like that. Just watchin’ the clock tick. Second after second. Minute after minute.
You know, I can’t remember all too well what had happened after that, but what I do know is that I ended up with a flashlight in my left hand and my right hand empty, searching through daddy’s old, beat-up boxes of junk in the attic. He was a real bad slob, lemme tell ya. But anyway, after about the sixth of seventh box of weird clown lookin’ toys and junk, I came acrossed a giant case with big fat words reading, OLD TRASH. Now daddy had a lot of flat out garbage that he thought was worth saving, so when he goes ahead and labels something as OLD TRASH, you best believe that it’s just that… old trash. So naturally, I went and opened it up.
I had never seen so much dust in my life. Clearly, this old thing had been locked up here for years. Probably put up there before I was even born. After the dust had finally cleared away and I could see three inches in front of my face again, I got to see what it was inside that beat-up case.
Daddy hated music, so sure I was surprised when what I found in there was a guitar. It sure was pretty too, beautiful even. It had that look about it that made me wonder if it bounced off light when the sun hit it, just like the ones I’d seen on TV. The wood was dark, and smelled like pencil shavings, only different. I can’t explain it. Yeah, it was beautiful.
I left that summer thinking about that old guitar. I never told daddy. I didn’t want him to be angry at me for goin’ through his stuff. Every summer, I’d go up there and look at it just for the sole purpose of lookin’ at it. I was fifteen the day I actually picked it up outta that case. Boy, do I remember that day. It was lighter than I had thought, and smaller too once it was in my arms. I guess it did get smaller every year I saw it now that I think of it, but the music it sang was larger than life itself.
Yeah, that’s it. I hope that answered your question, miss.
Morgan's step-by-step cooking video #1
BY MORGAN STARK
MY Personal Project
BY CHLOE HAAPALA
My project was to take a photo a day for 180 days. This took place from August 14, 2015 to February 9, 2016.
During this process I developed many different skills. I improved my photography, editing, and social skills. I really struggle with socializing and asking for help from teachers or peers. I was able to ask for help with my project and strengthen editing or photo skills.
You can really see my progress throughout the project. I´m really happy that I chose to do this instead of pushing myself to do something I am just not interested in.
Doing this project allowed me to be able to look back on what's almost half a year of my life, and see how everything has changed. When I look through the album I get overcome with so many different emotions based off nostalgia.
I miss that tiny glimpse of time. I miss the second that it took to snap the picture and how I felt that day. I can look at pictures from when it was 70 degrees and sunny, and other days where it was 20 degrees and disgusting outside.
I was very hesitant to do this project because I don't have a big, fancy, expensive camera to take the best quality pictures. I have my iPhone and that's what I took all my pictures on. I proved myself wrong and people are actually surprised to hear that these photos were taken on just an iPhone.
I wouldn't have done this or been as committed if this wasn't an assigned project. I wouldn't have tried if this wasn't assigned, but I am happy that I did it. I can show these off to people and I plan on finishing a year of photos.
Note: Not all photos are displayed due to lack of media releases.
TiP TOP PARAGRAPH
BY CORI KRONSCHNABEL
infinity: level four
WRITTEN BY SHALEN TULLY