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42Fifty is the student media Publication of Oswego High School, Oswego, IL. Stories attributed to 42Fifty are written by editorial staff, or in the case of staff editorial, reflect a quorum of the student staff's ideas and opinions. To learn more about the 42Fifty staff, please see the About or Our Staff page on the website.

Wonder Women: Oswego’s first club for women only

Macy Sutton and Sam McGreevy

Sam McGreevy and Macy Sutton are two juniors at Oswego High School who saw a lack of representation in their classes. They noticed there were very few female students and they're just getting fewer and fewer as the levels get harder and harder. During a facetime call between the two girls, they had the idea to start a club called Wonder Women. McGreevy states, “what we want to do is focus on underrepresented minorities within the STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) community.”

Playing from the past: The journey of a revival heavy metal band in 2019

Curse of Consciousness

It’s concert night. The fans have already paid for their $40 front row tickets and are prepared for the band. The lights dim, and the drummer fires off the nastiest solo you could imagine. The crowd cheers and begins head-banging along. The lead guitarist’s fingers fly as the strings sing musical bliss into the amplifier. The bass player—calmer than the rest of the band, but essential to the sound—is strumming along.

Video: SD#308’s junior high sports cuts affect OH athletic program

As a result of more budget cuts in district 308, non-intramural junior high sports will be cut for the 2019-2020 school year. How will this affect sports at the high school level? 21st Century Journalism reporters Kevin Jurkovic, Sam Gwodz, Becca Corbett, and Luke Urback got the scoop.

Video: OH’s juuling problem

Juuling continues to be a problem at Oswego High School, but why? 21st Century Journalism reporter Nathan Ely has the scoop.

The untold story of Vanesa Landa

Vanesa Landa

Vanesa, or Vane, as she prefers her friends to call her, places her hands against the wooden table, as her fingertips tied themselves up in miniature knots as anxiety breathed down her neck. She’s stiff as a rock, slightly rocking her body back and forth while I toss my notebook open to find my essential questions. Her smile screams nervousness as her brown eyes falter into slits.