The doors open. Along with a rush of cool air comes the stench of espresso and a quiet, concentrated atmosphere-great for studying and energizing you for the rest of your day. This may raise thoughts of Starbucks or similar coffee shops, however it will soon be a reality in the school library.
Bitcoin. Founded by developer Satoshi Nakamoto, the digital currency was created to be immune to the predations of bankers and politicians. Among investors and programmers world wide, four seniors are jumping on the chance to be a part of this emerging market-more specifically the Bitcoin mining market.
From playing sports in the backyard together to having family game nights, parents have different ways of connecting to their kids. For seniors Hannah and Blake Powell however, that bonding time comes partly in the form of their dad teaching them to fly a plane.
Elementary school to middle school, middle school to high school, high school to college. Three transitions that mark changes in a student’s expected maturity, responsibility and workload. Some students in the senior class of 2014 and principal John Mehlbrech have had the unique experience of sharing this entire journey.
Between their promotion of healthy foods and anti-bullying campaign, the club has been an active part of the community during the 2013-2014 school year. So why was the StuCo planned freshman and sophomore ‘Boots and Bling’ dance such a flop?
When high schoolers think of getting jobs, they generally consider entry level positions in restaurants, grocery stores, movie theaters, or other related businesses. However, juniors Chad Chapman and Max Morgen have both found jobs which are uncommon for their age.
Many students joke about it. The school gives awards for it. However, senioritis is more serious that students realize, and the cases are more severe second semester. Seniors change their schedule, study less and does less homework.
It was a normal conversation. Late on a Saturday evening, Shonda Gonzales’s daughter called her to say she was off work and going to a friend’s house. Yes, she had a good day at work. No, she would not stay out too late. Suddenly, there was a loud crunching sound. Her daughter stopped talking.
I could not breathe. Sitting in fifth period on May first of this year, I honestly feared for my life for a moment. As I struggled to catch my breath, I worked equally as hard to comprehend the decision that the email open on my phone had communicated. They picked me.