Tennis Team Season 2010

The Tennis team has started their season, with their new senior captains.

Boys Captains:

Sujith Kochat and Jordan Mayer

Girls Captains:

Mame Daviss and Isabel Hill

The whole team is looking forward to this season and are currently up in the district matches with a 4-1 record.

Recent District Matches

Lee             10-0      WIN

Johnson   10-0      WIN

Reagan     9-10      LOSS

MacArthur  10-1   WIN

Roosevelt 10-0     WIN

Non-District Matches

Georgetown       10-1   WIN

Westlake            7-10    LOSS

O’Connor            10-0    WIN

Clark                    10-2     WIN

New Braunfels  4-10     LOSS

Mraz Comes CLOSE to Texas

September 25, 2010 hundreds of people waited in front of the doors of Harding University in Searcy, Arkansas to watch and sing along as Jason Mraz preformed some of their favorite songs such as “Beautiful mess” and “I’m Yours”. The tour was short and exclusive to mostly the east coast.

 

After Luc and the Lovingtons opened the show with pumped up songs such as ” Send the love” and “The Freedom Song“, the crowds adrenaline level skyrocketed as the person that they had all been waiting for walked into the lights. Row after row of people jumped to their feet screaming their guts out for Jason Mraz. Some people were especially excited, having driven thirteen hours to see him .

 

Being a friendly person, Jason talked and shared with the audience.

As he started singing, the whole crowd just came alive while they sang along and swayed back and forth. It seemed as though the audience knew every single song he played as they mouthed each syllable perfectly on time with the beat.

 

His songs “Dynamo of Volition” and “Coyotes” , among others, had everyone forgetting about their lives and fully captivated them with his poetic and moving lyrics.

 

By the end of the night, the audience had another amazing memory that most of them will remember forever, especially those who drove thirteen hours and encountered many obstacles on the way.

One Long Win

Picture by: Marla Byrd

Photo by: Marla Byrd

Every eye on the anticipated point. On his court, he’s on top, he’s winning, but Mark Frost manages to keep up. One mistake could take a dangerous toll, and he knows this. They all do.

“I was dominating,” Leighton said. “Then I kind of had a brain lapse and lost three games straight. That’s when I got nervous.”

Districts was  the start of a long road towards a larger win. Senior Bryan Leighton knew this, and although the top two teams from each District advanced to Regionals they couldn’t afford a loss to Reagan. Bryan continued the fight against a team they held a long rivalry with.  It was his girlfriend’s team and soon he would be taking to the court against a friend.

This didn’t stop him.

Leighton’s second match was boy’s singles.  His opponent. One court. That’s all there was around him. And the many people watching. This was what Leighton had prepared for.

Still, he was nervous.

“My dad had coached me through all other sports,” Leighton said. “But tennis I took it up on my own.”

The match continued, with Leighton as his own team. The tennis team was behind him, but they weren’t  out on that green asphalted court.

He had to stay focused. Then, he double faults two or three times.

“I tried to stay calm,” Leighton said, but Districts was not easy. The nerves piled up, worn out after playing several matches the last one was a fight. The fight, black and red, against  green and white. Each color represented in the audience.

Junior, Mark Frost, wearing his white dry fit shirt and his dark Reagan green was keeping up.

After five hours of practice every day Leighton couldn’t afford to lose. And after five years of playing he wasn’t about to let himself down.

“I kind of took it like recreation at first,” Leighton said. “I just wanted to get better.”

Leighton started his tennis career when he was twelve at the local Jewish Community Center. He was playing every summer in search of a hobby that was solely his. Before that, Leighton’s dad coached him in every sport he played. He taught his child every athletic move he knew, and now Leighton was striving towards a win in his own independent field. After  team morning practice Leighton went to afternoon lessons almost every week day. Today he headed to the match that would set a lot straight.

“You realized how much you play and its not worth it if you loose,” Leighton kept fighting.

One match later and he was the tenth point. Churchill had won.The team rushed onto his court. The place where he was alone against his opponent, was soon filled by the excitement of a win. A win against the hardest team to defeat in the District.

“Playing friends was usually harder,” Leighton said “But I was there to win.”

The Real Gunter Ghost Story

“I can’t; they’ve forbidden us to,” the concierge said, in response to  reporters when they asked about the Sheraton Gunter Hotel’s history. “Apparently someone was having trouble sleeping and it got around to the boss. I’m sure the internet  can tell you most of the facts, especially the meat grinder part.”

The internet did indeed include the “meat grinder” part as the concierge had mentioned.

On February 6, 1965 a man checked into the hotel under the alias “Albert Knox” and was given  room 636.
Two days later on February 8, the maid, Maria Guerra, opened the door to room 636, ignoring the “Do Not Disturb” sign and let out a blood-curdling scream.Blood covered the sheets, railed across the floors, and coated the walls, accompanied by a bullet hole through one of the chairs. A man standing in the middle of the room, believed to be “Knox,” pressed his index finger to his lips and shushed the maid before grabbing a bloody bundle and disappearing down the hall.
It took nearly an hour before the police were notified.

* * *

“Excuse me, ma’am? Can we see the room? Room 636?” asked the reporters. The maid looked up from her cleaning supplies and blinked at the two newspaper staffers who had hesitantly asked to see the haunted room.
“Sure, but you have to tell me something, why is everyone asking to look into this room?” she asked.

The newspaper students exchanged glances.”Because its the room where the woman was murdered 45 years ago.” The woman’s eyes widened as the students told her the story they had read online.

“Nobody ever told me that story, they just keep asking to see the room,” the maid answered.  “I’m going to have to look that up now, y’all make me curious. But I’ve cleaned that room plenty of times and nothing scary ever happens in that room. Room 623, maybe, but not room 636.”

What did she mean? After research, we found that rooms 623 and 624 used to be a suite, and the rooms above them are still suites on the 10th, 11th, and 12th floors.

“I’ll be cleaning one of those rooms and something will fall, and I’ll think to myself ‘I know I didn’t drop that.’ Sometimes the TV will turn on and off or the doors will slam shut. If any rooms in this hotel are haunted, it’s those rooms,” she said.

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A few days later and a man tried to check into room 636 of the St. Anthony hotel. After being told that room 636 was occupied, he took room 536.
Days went by, the man in room 536 had not allowed the maid to clean his room. Both hotel security and the police were notified.
The security guard, who was accompanied by Detective Frank Castillon, jingled his keys against the door, not wanting to disturb the man hiding inside the room. A shot rang out and both the guard and detective burst through the room.
The man was “Knox.” He choked on his own blood as Castillon tried to question him, but it was too late. “Knox” successfully killed himself in room 536, leaving the police with no other leads. They could only guess what happened to the woman that accompanied him while he was staying at the Sheraton Gunter Hotel.

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The reports of paranormal activity at the hotel have died down since the 90’s and while we’ve found that some employees avoid the floor, or fear the room, no one could confirm that many employees quit after cleaning the room.

But there is no reason to go home tonight and have trouble sleeping. Some words of wisdom: “I’m not afraid of the dead,” the maid said. “I’m more afraid of the living.”