#Union Grove High School

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2024 SystemsGo Rocket Launch Event Preparations for White Sands Missile Range

The SystemsGo team left Fredericksburg in two shifts, one at 5:30 a.m. and the second at 9:15 a.m. this morning headed to Alamogordo,, New Merxico for lodging for White Sands Missile Range (WSMR) rocket launches. Schools from Union Grove, Alamo Heights and Brazoswood also traveled to Alamogordo today to meet and begin preparations for launches this Saturday The early crew, Rebekah Hyatt, George…

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September 12, 2024, Elk Grove, Ca.—California teacher Isaac Newman has won a judgment just three months after he alleged in a federal civil rights lawsuit that his teachers’ union discriminated against him on the basis of race. Newman, who is white, was unable to run for a union executive board position because the union required candidates to “self-identify” as a racial minority.

Following Newman’s lawsuit, the union quickly folded by ending the segregated board seat and committing to non-discriminatory practices in other union positions. A judge also entered an order requiring the union, the Elk Grove Education Association (EGEA), to pay Newman $12,000 and to pay his attorneys’ fees.

“I’m delighted that my lawsuit forced union officials to admit something every high school student knows: Racial segregation is wrong,” said Newman, who teaches history at Elk Grove Unified School District in suburban Sacramento. “I hope this victory returns union officials’ focus to representing all teachers, rather than dividing us based on race. I plan to donate every penny I receive from the union to a local scholarship fund for Elk Grove students.”

Newman’s lawsuit cited Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and California’s Fair Employment and Housing Act, both of which prohibit unions from racial discrimination.

“Based on union officials’ immediate capitulation to Isaac’s demands, it’s clear that they thought they didn’t have a legal leg to stand on to defend their segregated board seat,” said Nathan McGrath, president and general counsel for the Fairness Center. “Isaac’s win affirms that unions don’t get a pass on anti-discrimination law.”

The EGEA has created a new board seat open to all members to replace the one for which only non-whites were eligible.

“After this major victory, I will continue my fight to hold the union accountable to the letter and the spirit of the law by running for the union’s new board seat on a platform of true fairness and equal representation for all members, regardless of race,” responded Newman.

Background

In 2023, EGEA officials created a “BIPOC At-Large” seat on its executive board with the approval of its statewide affiliate union, the California Teachers Association. Newman, a decade-long union member, resolved to run for the board seat, but the union’s nomination form required him to check a box confirming that he identified as a member of one of several racial minority groups. Newman could not in good conscience check the box and was, therefore, unable to run for the board position.

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▀▄▀▄▀▄A Mother's Love▄▀▄▀▄▀(𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚒 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

Qiu and MC shall both be 24 in this one-shot! Enjoy!

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗) The wedding was absolutely fantastic, went off without a hitch- which was a suprise going off of how clumsy the groom could be about losing the simplest things, but I guess that's what the bride is for. Picking up the missing pieces for them, making her groom whole again. Emotions were high, after all- this wedding had been in production since both Qiu and MC were 22. Two long years of planning for their perfect wedding, but the wait was well worth it. Everything was absolutely stunning- the off-white base colors for the outifts, matched with the golden accents paired with the bridesmaids and groomsmen wearing earthy green and cream tones- pulling them apart from the natural autumnal scenary of Golden Grove.

The ceramony was rather basic, but it worked for the two love birds and got the job done. The reception however, was a lot more fun since Hong Lin, Qiu's father, was able to pull some strings for his child and his now daughter-in-law. Not only were the location set for their honey moon, but the reception as well. People were dancing, having fun- a room full of family and friends, both new and old, brought together to celebrate the union of Autumn Lin and MC Lin.

By the time speeches were going on, things were settling down- light chatter floating within the room as they all waited patiently for the next speaker to aproach the mic. A light tapping gathered the attention of all those in the room, including the newly weds, to the microphone. There stood Opal Second, MC's loving mother with small tear and makeup streaks on her cheeks as she smiled lovingly at her daughter and new child-in-law. "Hello friends and family alike, I wanted to thank all of you for coming to my daughter's wedding. She and Qiu spent so long on planning this and I'm so glad it's gone as smoothly as possible for them, but that's not why I'm here right now." She had started, looking around earning a few cheers from the crowd before her gaze returns to the newly weds once again. "Let's start with my newly apointed child-in-law, Qiu- or Autumn. Let me tell you, when I had first met him that early morning when they came over to pick my lovely daughter up to walk to school- I knew something was going to be special about his relationship with her. As I watched the two grow closer with time, I knew my daughter's originial thoughts were correct about him." The crowd was slightly confused, unsure of what she was referring to but figuring she'd get to that point in a moment. "I wanted to thank you for keeping her happy, and being there for her when even I couldn't be. You are an outstanding person Qiu, and I'm super glad I get to call you my son-in-law." Opal grinned at the two beloveds as they cuddled closer to each other, Qiu grinning ear to ear- pure joy radiating off of them that made MC giggle lightly.

"Now my beautiful baby girl, god I'm so proud of you sweetie. From the very first day we've been in Golden Grove you made friends with two amazing people, and now you're marrying one of them! Back when you were ten years old and you came home excitedly, telling me that you had found the one you were going to marry I was shocked- but look at you now! Fulfulling that very promise you made all those years ago!" MC blushed brightly, grinning shyly as the crowd laughed lightheartedly at the call out from Opal. Qiu had even laughed before shouting over the laughter "What can I say?! We just knew we liked each other!" they had made the laughter grow, flustering his bride further. Once the laughter died down, the speech contiued. "Oh goodness, I've been waiting two years to make that joke! But back to the point- I am so proud of my baby for finding her true pairing. Despite not being able to witness romantic love as she was growing up, she still found her one and only and I couldn't more excited for her and her future. I love you sweetie, thank you for coming into my life and being my little ray of sunshine." The speech was finished, and more tears had slipped from Opal's eyes gently cascading down her cheeks before MC had stood, tearing up herself, and rushed over to hug her mother. "I love you too momma." She said with a smile, the mic picking up on it- making the audience aw before Qiu stood and approached the two who held each other tightly. Originally he had intended to stand there until the hug broke to escort their lovely wife back to the couple's seat, but once Opal noticed him near she had pulled him into the hug as well. Soon after that both Yi and Hung, Qiu's parents, also joined the hug- a united family. A flash went off, the wedding photographer capturing the familial moment with a soft smile. Once the speeches were all done and the reception had gone deep into the night, it was eventually time to sent everybody home. Opal, Yi, and Hung going to dinner while their children whisked each other away to their honeymoon.

Not going to lie, once Our Life: Now & Forever is fully released I might make a part two to this one of the honeymoon night- BUT not yet. Thank you for reading, and for the request Anon! 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 890

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Keith Kenneth Whitcomb went to be with his Lord and Savior on Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2023. He was born at Kenosha Hospital on March 25, 1938, to Cedric and Eugenia (Weiss) Whitcomb.

Keith attended a one-room school in Kenosha County for grade school and then went to a Kenosha high school of over 1000 kids and graduated in 1955. After high school, he attended the University of Wisconsin, Bob Jones University, and Loyola University to study for his Law Degree.

Keith served in the United States Army Special Forces from 1958 – 1963 and proudly became a Vietnam War Vet. Keith also served on the school board for Yorkville Grade School for several years.

Keith attended Calvary Memorial Church in Racine where he served in many capacities such as Deacon, Sunday School Superintendent, taught Sunday school, and also sang in the choir. He also attended First Baptist Church in Darlington where he proudly taught Sunday school for many years.

Keith married Janet K. Kiehlbauch on Oct. 20, 1962 and shared 63 years together. They had two sons, Keith Timothy and Peter Alan (April) Whitcomb; and grandchildren Allyson and Nicholas Whitcomb, all of Gratiot.

He was preceded in death by his parents Cedric and Eugenia; and his brother Cedric Whitcomb.

Along with farming, Keith also enjoyed police work. He was Chief of Police of Union Grove, from 1970 until 1979. After moving to Gratiot, he was Chief of Police for Gratiot and South Wayne from 1987 until 2001.

Keith began his farming career in 1956, raising hogs and mink to pay for his brother and his college. In 1958, he bought his first farm and raised hogs, beef, and cash cropped. That was one of two farmsteads that he would completely rebuild. He farmed there for 29 years and then in 1987 made the big move to Gratiot to farm with his two sons, and there completely rebuilt the second farmstead with the help of his two sons. That was his dream to farm with his boys.

After getting out of police work, Keith started his own private detective agency and traveled all over the state of Wisconsin to help out different people that had been wrongly accused of crimes. He was a state certified Arson Investigator. He, along with the help of another private investigator from Wisconsin started the Professional Association of Wisconsin Licensed Investigators, which he served many roles over the years.

Another thing Keith really enjoyed doing was counseling teenagers that had gotten themselves into trouble. He would run into someone that would come up to him and thank him for guiding them in the right direction.

Keith will be deeply missed by his family and friends.

A funeral service will be held Tuesday, Oct. 24, 2023 at 11 a.m. at First Baptist Church in Darlington with Rev. Nick McElrath and Rev. Russ Paul of Community Evangelical Free Church in Shullsburg co-officiating. A visitation will be held Tuesday, Oct. 24, 2023 from 9 a.m. until the time of services at First Baptist Church.

The Erickson Funeral Home in Darlington is serving the family. Online condolences may be made at www.ericksonfuneralhome.com.

The family would like to give a special thank-you to all of the doctors and nurses who helped take care of Keith over his stay in the hospital.

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Cypress, CA - A Hidden Gem

Cypress, California, is a hidden gem in Orange County, with excellent schools, beautiful parks, and exciting activities. It offers excellent educational opportunities, with top-rated districts like Anaheim Union High School District and Cypress School District. Cypress High School consistently ranks high in statewide rankings, offering Advanced Placement classes. Oxford Academy, a public college preparatory school, is ranked as one of the best in the country. Cypress School District is renowned for its strong academic programs and dedicated teachers, making it an ideal place to call home. Cypress, CA, is also an excellent senior living community. It’s an inspired retirement living.

Cypress Senior Apartments

Westmont of Cypress is a Cypress senior apartment, the perfect place to enjoy a fulfilling and engaging lifestyle. The community is designed to foster lifelong learning, community involvement, and personal satisfaction. With a range of activities, such as ballroom dancing, museum exhibits, volunteering at local schools, and making new friends, you're sure to find something that suits your interests. The welcoming amenities provide endless opportunities for you to enjoy your new life. They have the Live Your Way Wellness Program, Dine Your Way, a fitness center, pool, on-site therapy services, movie theater, outdoor courtyard, spacious and comfortable living areas, central location, library, salon and barber shop, 24-hour availability, concierge services, on-site maintenance, resident and guest parking, scheduled transportation, and pet-friendly policies. For more information, call (714) 252-7144.

Adventure City 

Adventure City is a family-friendly amusement park in Stanton, California, known for its affordable prices and family-friendly atmosphere. Visitors can enjoy rides like the Freeway Coaster, Barnstormer Planes, and Rewind Racers and visit the petting zoo with goats, sheep, and pigs. The arcade offers various games, such as skeeball, air hockey, and video games. A picnic area is available for meals or snacks. Adventure City also hosts magic shows, puppet shows, and musical performances. The park is easily accessible on foot, with gardens, a water park, and a train ride.

Cypress police arrested due to sexual assault

An off-duty Cypress Police Department officer was arrested for alleged sexual assault at his home in Garden Grove. The officer met someone at a bar and drove back to his house. The alleged victim fled and called police. The officer initially refused to come out but eventually managed to talk the suspect into surrendering. This man was arrested and booked into the Orange County Jail. The officer, who has been with the Cypress Police Department since 2008, is on administrative leave pending an internal affairs investigation. It’s sad that police officers should be the ones to protect the people, not to victimize them. Read more.

Link to maps

Adventure City 1238 S Beach Blvd, Anaheim, CA 90680, United States Head west on Starr St toward Beach Blvd 233 ft Turn left onto Beach Blvd Pass by Taco Bell (on the left in 0.2 mi) 0.8 mi Turn right onto Katella Ave Pass by Rubio's Coastal Grill (on the right in 1 mi) 3.2 mi Turn right onto Ticonderoga Dr Destination will be on the left 138 ft Westmont of Cypress 4889 Katella Ave, Cypress, CA 90720, United States

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That’s 34 school districts in Indiana that received a bomb threat via e-mail on the morning of April 14, 2023.

The news is saying there’s more than that (I first heard 40) but that’s the list I can find.

One of those districts, I won’t say which one is the district I currently live in.

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For this edition of the Spooky Six, I'm having tea with Suzanne Craig-Whytock, and, yes, I've made a whole plate of cookies shaped like bones! Award-winning writer Suzanne Craig-Whytock (she/her) found her passion for writing at an early age and had her first poem published when she was eight years old. She studied English Literature at university and was a high school English teacher for almost 25 years. She is the author of three previous novels, Smile, The Dome, and The Seventh Devil, and one short story collection, Feasting Upon The Bones. She is a member of the Canadian Authors Association and the Writers' Union of Canada. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous literary journals, and she regularly publishes essays focused on life’s absurdities under the pen name mydangblog. She's also the editor of DarkWinter Literary Magazine, an independent online publication of poetry and short stories out of Ontario, Canada, which publishes both emerging and established authors. Her second short story collection At The End Of It All is due to be released on February 7, 2023 by Potter's Grove Press, and the sequel to The Seventh Devil is under contract to be released in 2023 by Bookland Press. Most recently, her second novel The Dome (winner of a Canada Book Award) was translated and published in Arabic by Arab Scientific Publishers in Lebanon and has been enjoying success overseas. Suzanne lives in a small town in Ontario, in a large rambling Victorian home with an acre of property that she and her husband have spent a lot of time rejuvenating. Her favourite things are her family, her black Lab Atlas, crows, white wine, antique clocks, and writing. She is a strong advocate and ally for LGBTQ+ people and believes that everyone deserves to be happy and live their own best lives. You can find her on the following social media sites: Mydangblog: www.educationalmentorship.com Facebook: Suzanne Craig-Whytock Instagram: suzannecraigwhytock Twitter: @scraigwhytock DarkWinter Literary Magazine: www.darkwinterlit.com Goodreads: Suzanne Craig-Whytock Her books can be found on most of the Amazons, Chapters Indigo, https://alllitup.ca/, Potter's Grove Press, and numerous other online sellers. Willow Croft: “Hey, look at that derelict Victorian mansion…let’s go explore it!” What’s the most unusual setting you’ve read about in a horror/thriller book, or included in your own creative works? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: Well, I absolutely adore derelict Victorian mansions, and have set at least two stories in one of them. Otherwise, the most unusual setting I’ve used would be futuristic Toronto in the year 2135 for my second novel The Dome. I used the CN Tower, subway tunnels, and I set the climax of the story in The Rogers Centre (which used to be The SkyDome). In terms of other crazy settings that I’ve read about or seen, I would have to say the film The Platform, which takes place in a vertical prison with a platform that descends through each level from the top down and prisoners fight for food. I also really loved the setting for the film Pandorum, as well as The Cabin In The Woods. As you can tell, I love horror movies. The scariest setting I’ve ever read was definitely Stephen King’s The Shining. That hotel and the hedge maze at the end! Willow Croft: “It was a dark and stormy night…” What are your go-to comfort foods, drinks, or other ways to wind down after a long day (or night) of writing? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: Oh, definitely a large glass of white wine along with some bacon-flavoured potato chips, or chocolate, or just bacon. My favourite meal, one we have on special occasions, is steak with a brandy/peppercorn cream sauce, roast potatoes, Caesar salad, and chocolate cheesecake for dessert. I literally write just to get meals like that. Of course, I’ve had to forgo the sauce recently—for some reason, the last three times I’ve made it, I’ve almost set the kitchen on fire when I add the brandy!

Willow Croft: “Did you hear that noise?” Everyone, even us horror writers, have our night terrors. What is it that frightens you the most? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: Something happening to my husband or my daughter. I’m more scared of real-life things than any of the ghosts around here (and I do have a few—my house was built in 1906 and it’s got characters—not ‘character’, but actual characters, who sometimes make their presence known.) Otherwise, I have to say, ever since I was little, I’ve been deathly afraid of dangling my arm off the bed while I’m asleep. I remember reading a story about a woman who did that, and thought her dog was licking her hand. Then she rolled over and her dog was ON THE BED WITH HER. Willow Croft: “I’m sure it was nothing. But I’ll just go outside and check, anyway. Alone. With no weapons.” Have you ever gotten writer’s block? If so, how do you combat it? Do you have certain rituals or practices that help get you into the writing (or creating) mindset? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: I watch a lot of horror movies so I know NEVER to do that. I keep a baseball bat and a hammer in almost every room of the house, so I’m well-armed on any given occasion. I never really get writer’s block. I mean, I do go for periods of time where I’m not working on a novel or short story collection, but I’m always writing something, either my humour blog, or a review, or things like that. For me, it’s mostly about time. I haven’t had a lot of time to write lately, and I was getting down on myself, then I remembered that I wrote two full books this year. If I ever did get writer’s block, I think I’d just pour myself a large glass of wine and see what comes next. Willow Croft: “Don’t go into the basement!” Are you an impulsive pantser or a plotter with outlines galore? What other writing/industry advice would you share with your fellow writers & creators? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: I’m a plotting pantser. In other words, I always start out with a strong outline, then manage to deviate significantly from it about halfway through a book. I don’t think tying myself to one idea and never changing paths is a good thing. The best ideas are sometimes the ones that happen in the moment. The writing or industry advice I can think of is write, write, write, then edit, edit, edit. I know some people HATE editing—I’m one of the few who really enjoy it. I kind of edit as I go, but then I always take several passes at a book or story before I send it anywhere. Tweaking and refining are fun for me. And of course, I’ll keep hammering home that people really need to make sure that their spelling, grammar, punctuation, and so on, are really perfect before they think about submitting anything. As an editor of a literary magazine who happens to be mostly retired, I have the time to work with writers on these things, but a lot of places won’t. Willow Croft: “Ring ring!” It’s the middle of the night and the phone mysteriously rings. Which notable writer, or person from history, would be on the other end of the line? Suzanne Craig-Whytock: Hello, hello, baby You called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see, see… If it wasn’t Lady Gaga, it would be George Orwell. A lot of people only know him from 1984 and Big Brother, or Animal Farm, but he was an incredible journalist and essayist, first and foremost. I’d love to get his take on current events. He was anti-fascist; in fact, he fought in the Spanish Civil War against a fascist uprising even though he was English. I’d also love a call from my favourite poet, T.S. Eliot, or Jane Austen, or from the Southern Gothic American writer Melinda Haynes. People from history? David Bowie, Marsha P. Johnson (who led the Stonewall riots), or my current favourite drag queens, Pangina Heals and Cheddar Gorgeous. (Disclaimer: Please note that the interview responses are the opinion(s) of the interviewee and may not be directly representative of The Horror Tree, its staff, and/or its guest contributors.

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January 1st 2023

I wanted to be in the presence of other beings.

I went to a trail located on the mountains that approach the settlement of Issaquah. The location is known by the dominant society as Poopoo point or Chirico trail; It depends on who's asked. I knew it first as an abstract location during my years in high school. I knew my peers would frequent, and after a google-search, that it was also a paragliding location. I hadn't frequented the mountains until recently. When I take Flex shifts from the amazon-facility in Maple-Valley, I often travel to Issaquah or the settled forests of the Eastside; driving past this face of mountain.

I parked across the street of the busy road, Venmo'd the owners of the lot, and began to take note of the other individuals that also chose to hike on the first day of the year. I greeted others as often as I could, noting that not everyone was excited to say hello. In hindsight, I remember that PNW hiking etiquette may have changed throughout the pandemic. I shift my focus shifted to my breath, pace, and the landscape.

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In the forest I saw groves of only one species I was confident I could identify, Birch. As a senior-undergraduate chemistry student, I wrote a paper on a chemical-species, member of the equilibrium involved n the trees white-complexion. I hope that through this blog, I can return to it and repurpose it as a piece of science-communication.

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I saw the watershed flowing down the rocks above me and many streams below me (picture 4). In the moment I was afraid to consider that the face of the watershed I encountered was its expression of run-off and depletion; that perhaps too forest dried during the past summer, and left life there unable to reservoir water effectively for the approaching summer. I told myself to ignore my climate-anxiety and be present with our changing earth. I let myself be happy to have encountered one of many facets of the watershed that scattered the steep forest floor, water falling over rocks, in such a striking manner.

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When I emerged from the forest and into the clearing of the mountains face, I emerged and greeted sun's warmth, deeper than I had when I entered the forest. The heat felt kind on my aching body.

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I clung my hammock on an entrance to the forest away from others. I spent a few hours in my hammock, attempting to keep myself warm with the provided heat of the sun, and the absence of it in its shadow. There, I read the chapter Maple Sugar Moon of Robin Wall-Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass.

I found beautiful the reverence Wall-Kimmerer offers homes and its past occupants. In my gazes with the skyline, I considered a home to be a place of ritual and remembered the chapter 'An Offering', where she recounts summers spent canoe-camping in the Adirondacks, and a homemade-ritual of offering the first sip of brewed coffee to the earth. As an adult, her father shared the ritual may have been sourced from the coffee grounds picked up from the boiling water from the bottom of the kettle, in need of being cleared from the spout. She shares a belief that rituals are the union of the mundane to the sacred. I realized I believed her through the beauty I saw in her reverence to a home as place of ritual.

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On my way down I greeted a young grove of trees I assumed planted after the mountaintop had been cleared from logging; the scars of the act were scattered across the mountain. The vapors of a cloud passed through the tall trees, providing luminance for the rays of sunlight that managed to pierce the canopy. I rested to appreciated it, or I appreciated it to rest (picture 3).

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When I approached the forest entrance I started from, I noticed the presence beings I had not noticed before. A white fungus that emerged from the root soil of a decaying tree (picture 1). I was very excited about this.

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Walking towards my car, I faced the mountain and took a picture of the crown of sun that pierced the young forest at the summit (picture 2).

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Mi abuelo me dice mucho que le da mucha felicidad que tengo una rutina con qual vivir mi dia a dia. Me dice que el trabajo es un vicio, y lo entiendo. Cuando uno trabaja, uno tiene tiempo durante su día para ser completo durante la repetición de algún ritual.

Tengo la creencia de que aunque la praxis de mis mayores se deriva de las enseñanzas pervertidas del colonialismo y su esfuerzo por reclutarnos para ayudar a su reproducción, las palabras de mis mayores todavía están guiadas y moldeadas por un anhelo de ritual. Pienso que los rituales nos dan algo del universo de qual nuestra perception se puedo apoyar para crecer mas allá del miedo. Desarrollamos regulation en nuestros cuerpos y conocemos la seguridad: el typo de regulación que solo se puede encontrar cuando nuestros rituales nos dan perception calmada de lo que es grande, lo que cambia los tiempos, y guia nuestro paso

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My grandfather tells me that it makes him happy to see me practice a routine as I approach my day to day. He is also very proud that I have accepted the burden of labor. My grandfather tells me that labor is a vice, and I understand. When one labors, one has opportunity to practice presence in the repetition of some task. One practices a ritual.

I have the belief that though the praxis of my elders is derived from the perverted teachings of colonialism and it's effort to recruit us to aid it's reproduction, that words of my elders are still guided and shaped by a yearning for ritual. I think that rituals give us something of the universe that our perception can cling onto. Some support to help regulate safety into our bodies. A type of regulation that is only found when our rituals grant us calm perception to observe what is grand, of what changes the times, and guides our step.

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José

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Shaub es el segundo estudiante de primer año en obtener el mejor jugador individual del año.

Shaub es el segundo estudiante de primer año en obtener el mejor jugador individual del año.

Después de no tener uno como el mejor jugador de todos los condados, los de primer año se convirtieron en 2 por 2 en el 2021 y 2022 en el tenis masculino. El estudiante de primer año de Union Grove High School, Nolan Schaub, fue nombrado Jugador del Año del Distrito, una temporada después de que Andrew Viseu de Waterford ganara como el primer estudiante de primer año en ganar el honor. El…

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School brawl videos prompt rethink on mobile phone ban

School brawl videos prompt rethink on mobile phone ban

The head of the teachers’ union has changed his mind about a planned statewide ban on mobile phones in high schools, now saying “it makes sense” in light of disturbing fight videos involving Golden Grove High students. Image: Tom Aldahn/InDaily Story Timeline Australian Education Union state president Andrew Gohl previously told InDaily the Government’s promise to prohibit phones across public…

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Oconomowoc wins girls volleyball tourney in field of state’s best

WEST BEND – Oconomowoc’s girls volleyball team showed why it is one of the top teams in the state against stiff competition on Friday and Saturday.

The Raccoons, ranked No. 4 in Wisconsin, finished first at the Lynn LaPorte Sprawl at West Bend East/West on Saturday afternoon. Oconomowoc knocked off Arrowhead, the state’s top-ranked team, in a three-set final match of the Gold bracket of the tournament. The Warhawks won the opening set before the Raccoons took the final two, including a 15-13 thriller in which Oconomowoc scored the last two points.

“We really played well together,” Raccoons’ coach Michelle Bruss said. “When some girls were up, some other girls were down, then somebody else picked them up. We don’t rely on one person or two to make this team complete. They really do a good job going all over the place.”

Both teams traded the first four points of the final set that was a seesaw battle. Oconomowoc then scored three consecutive points, with two kills by senior Kaitlyn Bingham. Arrowhead then answered with a five-point streak, headlined by an ace from sophomore Madi Tolzman, to take a 9-7 lead. The Raccoons had four straight after that, with a kill from senior Tayler Alden and ace from sophomore Hadley Strohkirch. Later, a kill by Warhawks’ senior Aubrey Hamilton tied the game at 13. Oconomowoc then produced the final two kills, including the game-winner by Bingham.

“It was just being able to stay in it and not get emotional with the highs and the lows,” Bruss said. “We know exactly who we need to go to at big times and that was a big block for Bing, stepping up at the last swing to finish it for us.”

The Raccoons won the second set and led throughout most of it. Oconomowoc built a significant lead late by virtue of solid net play and timely kills. Arrowhead made a late push by scoring three straight points while the Raccoons were at 24, but a final kill produced a 25-19 final to even the match at one apiece.

“It’s a matter of digging into our fundamentals,” said Bruss of her team’s comeback. “Our girls are mentally strong, so we just had to refocus on what it is that we needed to execute and get after it a little bit harder.”

The Warhawks seized the early momentum in the match. They got off to a fast start and pretty much held the advantage throughout the first set. Oconomowoc made a late run to get within three, but Arrowhead scored the final two points to earn a 25-20 victory to take the early set lead.

Arrowhead earned its way to the Gold bracket by winning all three of their Pool A matches on Friday night. The Warhawks defeated Westosha 2-0, with set scores of 25-11 and 25-18. They had to go to a deciding third set vs. East Troy, but prevailed 17-15 in that set for a 2-1 set victory. Arrowhead earned its placement in Power Pool AA by beating Divine Savior Holy Angels (DSHA) 25-22 and 25-20 for a set sweep.

The Warhawks swept through Power Pool AA on Saturday morning with sweeps of Neenah (25-19, 25-17) and Waukesha West (25-19, 25-20).

Oconomowoc did not lose a set during their sweep of Pool C on Friday night. The Raccoons dominated West Bend East 25-3 and 25-14 along with Cedarburg by scores of 25-14 and 25-10. Oconomowoc then defeated Wisconsin Lutheran 25-13 before a tough 25-20 victory to complete their run.

The Raccoons won their first set in Power Pool CC on Saturday morning over Watertown 25-19 and 25-21. They had to go to a third set against Burlington after losing the first one 25-22 before coming back with 25-21 and 15-12 victories to get into the top finishers bracket.

West finished 8th at the tournament. The Wolverines were the fourth-place team in the Silver bracket after losing to DSHA and West Bend West.

Brookfield Central, the state’s second-ranked team, won the Bronze bracket for a ninth-place finish. The Lancers defeated Watertown and Neenah to claim their bracket’s top spot.

Hamilton finished 13th, Mukwonago finished 16th and Brookfield East, Menomonee Falls and Catholic Memorial took 18th, 19th and 22nd, respectively.

Union Grove, Appleton North and DSHA were the other top five finishers at the tournament, finishing 3rd, 4th and 5th, respectively.

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i didn't even notice they were all enemies to lovers oops. yes, here are some!

american football/soccer fics that are not enemies to lovers!

American Football:

how did we end up here? by astral4ms

Dream lets his eyes wander over the man once more and begins to notice more things that he finds fascinating about him the longer he stares. George is wearing an oversized, light gray Cobain tee (Dream can’t quite put his finger on where he knows the man from), black ripped jeans that seem to fit him perfectly, and black high top converse with laces that loop once behind his ankles before meeting in a perfect bow at the front.

“I like your t-shirt,” Dream begins speaking, causing the brunette to look up and meet his eyes with a small smile “I really like that one song uh- Living on a Prayer, is it?” He finishes his sentence with a question, nose slightly crinkling up in confusion as he waits for George to be impressed.

supercollision by ivorysteel (mainly karlnap, bg DNF)

Karl and Sapnap are in rival football teams but the media seems to ship him. To Sapnap’s disgust because he hates Karl. Apparently. But to his dismay, there seems to be a thin line between love and hate.

its a karlnap au but dnf are really funny and good in it i prommy. also its side dnf drama that are ALSO football players.

Soccer:

they don't know about us series by brokenlikeastitch

we got a little bit of love hate

“George, how do you feel about playing against an old rival tomorrow?”

He hummed, twiddling his thumbs, feigning boredom, “You mean Dream? I’m not worried about him in the slightest.”

The room went silent, and the PR guy sighed, motioning for another reporter to speak. She asked, “Have you been able to share any tactics with your teammates about playing against Dream. He’s one of the top players on the Union’s roster, so I imagine it must be a bit daunting preparing to go up against him.”

George shrugged, “Dream is dogwater, we could have a random walk-on come in and beat him tomorrow night. That’s what I told my team.”

“Oh god,” the PR rep whispered, head buried in his hands.

--

Or: Dream and George have been together since college but no one can tell.

they're not enemies but everybody thinks they are. secret dating!

Dirty Little Secret by cleopatras

Dream and George really didn't mean to hide their relationship from their team. Really, they just never got around to telling them. And then everyone started thinking they hated each other for some reason. Then, the idea of telling everyone was just plain daunting. Until now.

Empty stadium by lavendersun

New to Willow Grove Private High School, Dream's childhood best friend introduces him to the school's soccer star.

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The children shriek with laughter as the waves roll against their legs. The sweet sound melds with the crashing of the sea, of Mellario and Ellaria gossiping about their beloveds, of Rhaella sighing and relaxing for once. All is bright and golden and warm, save for their ice-cold goblets of sangria. Elia tilts her head back against her chair and smiles. Let those bastards keep that ugly ass throne, she has all she needs right here.

Or, the sangria beach party that Elia and her loved ones deserved. A short fic to start off Summer is for Dorne!

Among his many talents, Elia’s little brother is a master of mixing drinks.

He is a viper after all, and vipers know their poisons and how to mix them. Tequila from the agave blooming across the hillsides pairs perfectly with lime juice and distilled orange blossom nectar to make a margarita. Horchata foamy and fragrant with Summer Islander cinnamon can be elevated with sugarcane rum. And there’s nothing better on the gods’ green earth than red wine—proper Dornish sweetwine, not that diabetic piss from the Arbor—left to idle in icy splendor with strong brandy and fruit. Blood oranges, black strawberries, white nectarines, even a tart green apple or two. Their cousin Manfrey picked them all fresh from his private orchards near the Water Gardens just the day before. The bounty of Dorne for Dorne and Dornishmen alone.

A pitcher of his perfect sangria rests in a bucket full of ice slurry. Already her goblet is half empty, despite her efforts to sip and savor. It tastes so rich on her tongue much abused by dull Riverlands ale and Reacher wines. There are few blood oranges to be found north of the Boneway, even for a Princess of Dorne, and Elia feels the urge to inhale her drink. She sighs and rolls her shoulders. Just another sip for now. Summer explodes on her tongue, ripe and rich and such a dear welcome home.

Elia doesn’t remember the last time she was this happy. On Dragonstone it was a constant haze of sulfur and marine fog, and Kings Landing reeks from miles away. But here, on a long stretch of beach near Saltshore, the sun burns bright and delicious above the palm trees. Not a single cloud in the sapphire sky, nor any fog to mar the turquoise seas. Elia rolls her head back against her wicker chair. Perhaps later she’ll relocate to the hammock strung between two date palms and let the balmy sea breeze lull her and her children to sleep. But for now her precious Rhaenys plays in the surf with her cousins and Viserys, and dear Aegon builds a sandcastle with Oberyn’s help.

Instead of cowering from the Mad King’s rages and simmering with hatred towards her once husband, Elia lounges in the shade. Zinc paste is cloudy white on her shoulders, nose and ears to protect her from the strongest of the sun, just like the children. But the rest of her body is resplendent with shea butter and avocado oil. Thick aloe leaves already sticky with cooling sap wait in a basket by her feet in case she must ward away a sun burn, but her skin soaks up the midmorning sun like a child returning to her mother’s embrace. Gods, but the sun! She stretches her arms above her head and nearly knocks her wide brimmed hat aside. She swears she can feel the sunlight itself like warm silk through her fingers, like a waterfall down her chest to pool in her stomach and ignite joy in her veins.

She lets her gaze fall back towards the sea. When was the last time Rhaenys laughed this loudly? When was the last time Viserys laughed at all? Poor boy, but he, his mother and his baby sister are well in hand now. Targaryens by birth they may be, but the blood of Myriah Martell and Dyanna Dayne run sevenfold in their veins. Dorne shall never turn its back on any child no matter the color of their skin, and even from her shaded refuge Elia sees the freckles blooming across Viserys’s shoulders. Good; the more sun the better. Uncle Lewyn’s eldest daughter Obara throws him headlong into the waves and he shrieks with joy, while her little sister Nym and Doran’s Arianne demand their own toss into the surf. Rhaenys and Manfrey’s daughter Sarella help Lewyn’s Tyene search for shells and crabs, giggling and kicking seaweed at each other. When they find a proper shell, they bring it to Aegon and Oberyn who add it to their castle. Aegon blows a messy kiss onto Rhaenys’s cheek and Elia’s heart runs over with sweet warmth. Her babies, alive and well and happy.

It was a terribly close thing by the end of Robert’s Rebellion. Elia’s correspondence was cut off by Aerys in his paranoia, but she was able to smuggle out a letter to Oberyn when Rhaella left for Dragonstone. He returned with his sellswords to rescue them from their imprisonment, and not a moment sooner—Elia remembers how Kings Landing burned from her view on the ship home to Dorne. To think of what would’ve happened had they stayed…they say that Aerys was cut down by his own Kingsguard, and that the royal nursery was torn to shreds by the Mountain That Rides in search of children to kill.

Elia shudders. Perish the thought, banish it to the seven hells. Rhaegar is dead, and her children are Martells now. Even Rhaella forsook the Targaryen name when they alighted in Sunspear and she was hurried into proper birthing chambers. Daenerys came to the world not as a Targaryen princess but as a Lady Martell of Dorne, with Rhaella Martell the new Lady of Planky Town. Viserys and Aegon shall not give their lives to the Wall and Rhaenys shall not be chained to a Baratheon prince. Not if Westeros intends for Dorne to remain in the Seven Kingdoms, and truth be told Elia wonders if Doran intends to leave anyway. They entered into a kingdom with a union, and perhaps they shall leave with the sundering of one…

But that’s not what matters today. What matters is refilling her goblet. Elia raises it high, and Doran shuffles over with the pitcher. Her dear older brother is shirtless, stained with sand and salt, and there is a sweet flush to his cheeks. Even his bad leg seems fine with the therapy of burning sunlight illuminating their bones from the inside out. Mellario must certainly appreciate that! Her good sister lies on a spread linen sheet on the sands with Ellaria, Oberyn’s paramour. Both of them are bronze in the sun, a silk turban around Mellario’s head and Ellaria’s curls formed into twists down her back. And its’ said that Cersei Lannister is the most beautiful in Westeros, obviously people are blind. They look up at them with mischievous grins, before bumping their heads together and giggling. Elia smirks at Doran. “Careful now, habibi. I believe you’ll be ambushed later in the night and whisked away by a mystery woman.”

He laughs and his eyes crinkle at the edges. “I’ll be sure to not fight back too much.” He plops down next to her and sips at his lemon water. The maesters forbid him from alcohol and sugar until his gout is under control, a true tragedy in Elia’s eyes as the sangria is excellent. But even more excellent is seeing how happy her brother is. Gods, to imagine him mourning her and her babies as they did for uncle Lewyn, it’s a fate she would not wish on her loved ones. She intends to live to a hundred and twenty, just to ensure he’ll always smile at her with crinkled eyes.

Elia leans against his shoulder and peers out towards the cabana higher up towards the oasis grove. “Has Rhaella returned from Saltshore yet? Dany was giving the wet nurse a bit of a hard time.”

“Missed me, have you?” Rhaella, emerged from their cabana and the platters of fruit kept safe from the sea salt there, calls down to them. It’s been only a few months, and Rhaella is unrecognizable. Elia is glad to see the plump roundness of her stomach and thighs where before she was only skin and bone. And her skin, once as pale as parchment and twice as translucent, is as dark as her great-grandmother Dyanna. It glows against her silver-gold hair and lavender eyes, and there is happiness in her face where before there was only stifled fear.

Elia waves Rhaella over to the empty wicker chair by her side. Perhaps later, when the children sleep off their lunch and the adults are properly sauced from sangrias and margaritas, they’ll return to the cabana and lounge on the day beds. Maybe even one of the cabana boys—cabana men in truth, with their strong arms and backs—can give them all shoulder massages. Rhaella has a little favorite who is always eager to help his new lady relax. Elia raises her eyebrows at her good mother and she takes a long sip of her margarita. Elia is far from judging, as Rhaella deserves whatever happiness she can grasp.

They all do. How long have they all suffered these last years? Suffering Aerys, suffering Rhaegar, suffering the war that they wrought upon Westeros. Elia still remembers the screams from Rhaella’s chambers during their terrible stays in Kings Landing, she remembers the cold silences before Harrenhal and the even colder absences after. And now those men are dead and thousands with them. All over some Northern girl, and a prophecy that probably foretold the coming of the seasons than any promised prince!

Well, fuck them. Westeros has a new king now, in that stinking castle filled with blood and shit and ghosts, and the Baratheons and Lannisters can figure it out now. Let them have the starving smallfolk ready to rebel after a harsh winter. Let them have the honor of bartering away pieces of their souls until all that remains is bleeding pride. Let them have it all. All that matters to Dorne is the rice crop, and managing citrus exports, and the wellbeing of its people. Elia plans to build a new school for smallfolk children and petty gentry in Sunspear, as she is now Princess of Sunspear. More Martell branches for a blood orange tree to bear wondrous fruit. All beneath the sun, so bright in that perfect sky…

Elia sips her sangria. Oberyn and Aegon are finished with their sandcastle, and now he’s pulled out a guitar from somewhere and tries to teach his nephew how to play. Rhaenys perches on Obara’s shoulders and pretends to joust with Arianne who is on Viserys’s. Manfrey and his Summer Islander wife Bellegara Otherys finally finish up their romantic walk up and down the shore, with Bellegara joining Mellario and Ellaria’s whisper pile and Manfrey pulling Doran away to talk drunken business. Something about making a fleet of ships to rival Nymeria’s, and selling sweetwine to Sothoryos in exchange for coconut and date liquor. Elia giggles and can’t stop. Not with the sun so warm on her skin, not with Rhaella raising her goblet and toasting the coming summer.

It’s still winter north of the Red Mountains, but not here. No, summer is here for Dorne, and it is here to stay.

The children shriek with laughter as the waves roll against their legs. The sweet sound melds with the crashing of the sea, of Mellario and Ellaria gossiping about their beloveds, of Rhaella sighing and relaxing for once. All is bright and golden and warm, save for their ice-cold goblets of sangria. Elia tilts her head back against her chair and smiles.

Let those bastards keep that ugly ass throne, she has all she needs right here.

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“YOU WILL BE FOUND” NATIONAL COLLEGE ESSAY WRITING CHALLENGE 2021 | DEAR EVAN HANSEN

DEAR EVAN HANSEN “You Will Be Found” National College Essay Writing Challenge 2021

In partnership with Gotham Writers Workshop and the Broadway Education Alliance, DEAR EVAN HANSEN invited 11th-grade and 12th-grade students across the country to write a college-application style essay that describes how they channeled “You Will Be Found” to ensure those around them were a little less alone over the last year, or, alternatively, a moment where they found comfort in connection.

WINNER: Nearly 4,000 high school students across America wrote about impactful ways they stayed connected with others over the last year and we're delighted to announce Maxwell Silverman of Chicago, IL as the winner of the 2021 "You Will Be Found" National College Essay Writing Challenge and the $10,000 scholarship.

In June 2021, Maxwell graduated from Lane Tech High School in Chicago with plans to attend Boston Conservatory at Berklee, focusing on a degree in Musical Theatre.

FINALISTS: Seth Gorelik, Bellmore, NY Mira Kwon, Los Angeles, CA Anna Cappella, Pittsburgh, PA Semira Abdus-Salam, Rosedale, NY Filgey Borgard, Brooklyn, NY Lauren Escarcha, Orlando, FL Kacey Feth, Union, MO Paige Foltz, Stephens City, VA Sarah George, Chesterfield, MO Vincent Gerardi, Hauppauge, NY Ariane Lee, Syosset, NY Allison Lierz, Omaha, NE Megan Luong, New York, NY Kimberly Manyanga, Billerica, MA Orla Grace McCoy, Raleigh, NC Lucy Meola, New York, NY Sunaya DasGupta Mueller, Palisades, NY Liv Ollestad, Issaquah, WA Liana O'Rourke, Downers Grove, IL Isaiah Register, New York, NY Sydney Schneider, Los Angeles CA Ysanne Sterling, Centreville, VA Madeline Wiest, Peoria, AZ Samantha Williams, Providence, RI Laura Yee, New York, NY

FINAL ROUND JUDGES: Kelly Caldwell, Dean of Faculty, Gotham Writers' Workshop Logan Culwell-Block, Director of PLAYBILLder Operations and Community Engagement, Playbill Will Roland, Actor, Dear Evan Hansen Original Broadway Cast Member Crystal Su, Program Manager, The Jed Foundation Ekele Ukegbu, 2019 Jimmy Award Winner

READ MAXWELL’S FULL ESSAY:

Gram·pun·cle [geram-puhn-cuul] n. A gay man who formerly dated your grandmother only to later come to terms with his sexuality but still stay in the family to take care of your mother and aunt growing up.

Alan Palmer was my Grampuncle. When my cousins and I were younger, we couldn’t figure out what to call him. He was our grandpa in terms of age and raising our mothers, but he functioned more as the classic “fun gay uncle”, so we settled on a combination, Grampuncle. While we all had amazing relationships with Alan, mine was special. I have known Alan and his husband, Bill, since birth (making them the first ever gay couple I knew in my life).

Growing up and struggling with my sexuality, I was always able to look up to them to show me that true love really does have no boundaries. I will never forget, in 2015, standing inside the Michigan courthouse beside Alan as he and Bill exchanged vows and got married. They showed me, a young, insecure gay boy, that there was a place for me in the world and that I had a future to look forward to filled with love and joy.

Along with that joy, there eventually came some pain. Alan was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer in the early spring of 2020. A week or so after the diagnosis, the world fell into a global pandemic. Those first few months were intense. I heard the horror stories from Alan of how scary it was going into the hospital for rounds of chemotherapy with people who had the Coronavirus sitting in the next wing over. Being constantly in and out of the hospital he was a risk to others, and the lung cancer made almost everyone else a risk to him. With the exception of his husband, he was fully alone.

Alan did not admit to his loneliness and pain. He did not want to feel like a burden, but after talking with Bill and hearing how Alan was truly feeling, my family began to make the hour and a half drive from Chicago to Michigan almost every other week to visit. We brought Alan a pop-up gazebo and some fancy sun hats to protect him (with the radiation he could not be in the sun for more than a few minutes at a time), and we would sit in the backyard just talking and laughing for hours until Alan’s body would give in to the exhaustion and he had to go inside.

As his birthday approached, I racked my brain thinking of something special to do for him. I thought back to a video I saw online toward the beginning of the pandemic and decided to make a “hug shield”. What better gift to give than a loved one’s embrace during the pandemic? Using a clear painter’s tarp, I cut arm holes and taped together closed arm sleeves. It took a good few hours, but I finally figured out a design that allowed for full protection on either side of the hug. On the day of his birthday, we packed up the car and headed to Michigan.

After talking and eating cake, it was time for the surprise. As we pulled the shield out and hung it from the gazebo, Alan did something I had only seen at the courthouse; he cried. I had the honor of the first hug, and as I slipped my arms into the sleeves Alan and I held each other and cried together. He pressed his forehead against mine through the plastic and in between sobs he said to me, “I am so proud of you.” I knew this was our final goodbye. When Alan died the next week, I knew he went in peace. He had felt my embrace through the shield of love.

SEMI-FINALISTS: Bailey Andera, Thousand Oaks, CA Arianna Arroyo, Brooklyn, NY Alexis (Lexi) Berganio, Honolulu, HI Avery Bielski, Los Angeles, CA Henry Boemer, Villa Rica, GA Isabelle Bulmahn, Imperial, MO Jane Butera, Phoenixville, PA Mia Cashin, Norwell, MA Sean Choo, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA Zuri Clarno, Columbus, OH Lydia Corcoran, Apalachin, NY Cody Coyle, Winter Park, FL Anna Dai-Liu, San Diego, CA Alexander Guerrero Diaz, Richmond, VA Isabella Dufault, Irvine, CA Edwin Ellis, Atlanta, GA Laurel Emanuel, Raleigh, NC Aubrey Fisher, Cobden, IL Sunny Fong, Brooklyn, NY Sarah Galatoire, Houston, TX Zhao Gu Gammage, Wyncote, PA Sarah Gomez, Anaheim, CA Rachel Gray, Cleveland, OH Jameson Huge, Chicago, IL Sarah Grace Hutchinson, Alpharetta, GA Catheryn Ibegbu, Dearborn, MI Nicole Jo, Andover, MA Kelsey Johnston, Prince George, VA Gabrielle Kashorek, Avon, NY Samantha Kern, Akron, NY Nicole Kowalewski, Sykesville, MD Anne Lee, Edison, NJ Amelia Lin, Mukilteo, WA Judianne Meredith, River Vale, NJ Rabi Michael-Crushshon, Minneapolis, MN Geneva Millikan, Maumelle, AR Samantha Moy, Long Island, NY Shaakirah Nazim-Harris, Amityville, NY Eleanor Neal, Springfield, VA Sofia Ochoa, Camarillo, CA Basilia Oferbia, Brooklyn, NY Annika Olson, Rathdrum, ID Kaden Polt, Osmond, NE Shreeyamsa Poudel, Federal Way, WA Noah Robie, South Berwick, ME Zainely A. Sandoval Martinez, Dorado, PR Devyn Schoen, Eldred, PA Yusra Shaikh, Edison, NJ Gabrielle Shockley, Egg Harbor Township, NJ Ava Sklar, Brooklyn, NY Mia Sunday, Sammamish, WA Christina Unkenholz, Smithtown, NY Emilia Valencia, Portland, OR Brianna Wallace, Fredericksburg, VA Charles Wang, West Hartford, CT Daniel Joseph Weispfenning, Ridgewood, NJ Jennifer Wheeler, Reading, MA Virginia Zanella, Collierville, TN Alessandra Zepeda Ortiz, Los Angeles, CA Anna Zhang, New York, NY Daniel Zhang, Cortland, NY

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Saturday, Rockets 2021-WSMR Launch Day Report Mission Complete

Saturday, Rockets 2021-WSMR Launch Day Report Mission Complete

Three schools tested rockets at White Sands Missile Range today. Brazoswood, Alamo Heights and Union Grove comprised that list. All three rockets left the rail. Some flights were not optimal but they were off the rail. The big winner of the day, was first up, Brazoswood High School. They had a slow lift off but a good burn, eventually picking up speed and altitude for a beautiful flight, sailing…

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