As students head into finals today, your resident 42Fifty cartoonist wondered what happens after the school year ends. As it turns out, no one really knows. Everyone goes home, the halls still, the lights turn off, and an eerie quiet fills Oswego High School. But... is the building really empty?
For all we know, there may be someone who specifically roams the building at all hours to keep an eye on everything - like our beloved mascot, Pick the Panther. What happens to him?
When I first expressed interest in joining this publication, my mother was skeptical, and honestly, I don’t blame her for thinking that.
During middle school, I was a shy kid who always tried to find a way to get out of group work, and she rightfully had concerns about whether this class would be a good fit for me. However, I pressed on, requesting to take Digital Journalism 1, and she relented.
Now, I’m writing and editing my last articles as a Features Editor and am forever thankful for the time I got to spend here.
When I was a little girl, I struggled to get up in the morning for school. It was always something with me, whether I pretended to throw up or I miraculously gained a headache within 30 minutes of waking up. I was the queen of excuses... and then COVID hit.
Being stuck in my room was the least of my worries; it only brought the love to stay in my room to be at an all-time high, as the world was fearing for what was to come of this virus. Eighth grade was my first full year back, and I used my mother’s fear of the virus as another way to gain sympathy for why I should stay home. So I did.
I've heard that cartoonists are a rarer breed in the journalism world. I sincerely hope that, in the next year, someone else can come to take this spot and carry on entertaining our audience with their art.
Having a best friend who lives across the country is indescribable. People ask me what it’s like to have someone so special to me who is 1,118 miles away. Well...
One minute we were side by side with each other, making memories and most definitely laughing. Next, she’s packing up her life to move across the country.
From hangouts and sleepovers to Face Times and messages on a day to day basis as I hear all about her new friends and new life at her new school. And yet, I can’t stop but to think that they’re just so lucky to have her.