Boothbay brought home the W Friday night feeding a big ol’ L to the Mountain Valley Falcons. In the first game of the Lady Seahawks’ season, the team ventured up to the beautiful town of Rumford, and even though they had to shake off the rust in the beginning of the game, they put a smackin’ on the Falcons, beating them with a crazy high score of 43-23. In the first quarter of the game, the ladies were trailing 9-4, but in a time-out, Junior captains, Kate Clarke and Nicole Friant, put a fire under the team saying, “This is our time! We will not lose like this!!!” Apparently, this rousing speech worked, encouraging Boothbay to score the next 22 points and take the lead by the fourth quarter 31-17. Senior, Page Brown, was the team’s leading scorer racking up a prodigious 17 points. After this seraphic game, Boothbay made the long trip home and later took on Madison Stahle December 12.
These stories are written to be a description of a character, both physically and emotionally. The viewpoint was to be from a character who would have some bias when describing the other. For example a father meeting his daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. Then, they had to examine the first charcter from the second’s point of view. Seeing the same scenario through the other’s eyes.
The First Day
As I enter my math class the bell rings. Anyone who shows up to class is officially tardy. As I sit the classroom door creeks open and the new kid walks in. The teacher announces that her name is Vanessa. She walked through the door wearing dirty old sneakers, ripped skinny jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. I was stunned that she was wearing something so out of date. how could someone dress like that? I wouldn’t be caught dead in that outfit. Her sneakers are squeaking and falling apart. Her jeans looked like they haven’t been washed in months and her sweatshirt looked old and ragged. They look like hand me downs. She was wearing a minimum amount of make up but, still looked tired and stressed. Maybe she’s poor and can’t afford it.
“Vanessa I like your shoes,” I said as a empty compliment.
“Thanks,” she replied with a smile.
I don’t like them, I don’t understand what is going on through her mind, they’re hideous. She is such a loser, I mean everyone keeps up with trends, it’s high school you have to. Vanessa’s hair looked like she just got out of bed, staticky and wavy.
Today was breezy and cold, a good autumn day, to be perfected with leggings a long sleeve with a black vest and some cute tall boots. That’s what’s trending right now for fall attire. I walked through the doors of the school and saw Vanessa at her locker, wearing grey sweatpants, those awful converse and a black tank top, her hair in a messy bun. Did she not understand that dressing with trends was part of being “cool”. All her so called friends kept up with somewhat of a trend. They were wearing skinny jeans new boots and sweaters. They didn’t look as good as me and my friends, we coordinated our outfits so people new we were following trends. People would be called losers if they didn’t fit the trend and that’s what we didn’t want to be.
“Hey, I like your boots!” Vanessa hollered.
“Thanks.” *rolls eyes*
I walk down the hall trying to find my classroom. Being the new girl isn’t fun. I wasn’t sure how people were going to react to a new girl. I was pretty excited that this school was going to be a new start for me.
Please, please, please Vanessa don’t ruin this school for yourself.
I got stares, but that usually didn’t bother me, except this one girl wouldn’t stop staring at me. I sat down and got a compliment from the girl eyeing me. I didn’t take it as one.
She must be Queen Bee around here.
All through class I could hear her slowly judging me, even if it wasn’t out loud.
Today I really didn’t want to dress up, I already made my first impression and people didn’t seem too thrilled, and I didn’t really want them to think I’m dressing for them. I didn’t keep up on the fall trends, it wasn’t the way I expressed myself and I couldn’t afford it. I didn’t come from a family where you should keep up with the so called “trends” in fashion. I walked over to my locker having a conversation about the “populars” with my friends. Plus I didn’t care what they thought of me.
Perfection (Part 1 Only)
By Angie Perkins
I sit in the second row of desks. Two seats away from the girl that everyone knows. Even if you haven’t met her, you know the type. Overachiever. Best in the class. Probably even best in the school. At whatever she wants. Whatever she picks up that day. Must be in her genes, the ability to have everything.
Every day she comes in and sits, two seats away, wearing a picture perfect outfit, smiling and talking to the people around her. Making them laugh easily. Occasionally flashing smiles at people that seemed to light up the room. The people she spoke to shined just as brightly as her, until she turned back to her work. And then the glow seemed to slowly fade back to its origin.
I expect most people, deep down hate or envy her. Deep down they are hoping she finally fails as they succeed. Hoping that they too can have what she apparently does, perfection. I hear people asking her what she got on assignments, holding their own, ready to flaunt if she scored lower. And I see them lower their own paper, tuck it into a bag or push it under a binder as she beams and relays her perfect marks.
Every awards ceremony means her name is called. Every time she gets up, glowing with apparent shock and excitement, and sashays to receive her award. Gliding in heels as if barefoot. She smiles for pictures as her admirers applaud her success. They don’t even begin to capture her beauty, and yet she looks better than I ever have.
We all know her story, her life. Where she’s applying to school, or should I say, where’s she’s going to school. Because, obviously, she’ll get in no matter the odds. No one else could even possibly contest her.
On the field she plays, she runs, with a gracefulness others lack. She makes the cliché of “girls don’t sweat, they shine” a reality. She plays with ferocity, a hunger for success. And she gets it. Over and over and over again. She is unstoppable. She is unanimously MVP in every aspect. All she has played for and with rave about her, no matter the sport.
Much to every boy’s discontent she has a boyfriend. He is not her equal. She of course has no equal. But she dates him, loves him I expect from the looks she gives him. And he so clearly loves her back, from the way he talks to her, the way her looks at her. They emit a glow when together, so powerful that all other light pales in comparison. Their relationship is what we secretly hope ours can be, infinite and blissful.
She is everything we want to be. She is the embodiment of perfection. She is what will never be achieved because we, are not her.
Two seats away, in first period is as close as I get. As close as I dare. I fear speaking to her, fear that she will dismiss me quickly, fear I will never feel her glow warm me too. But today she is not two seats away. She simply is not. The room seems to lack something. It does not glow. Talk breaks out as usual, but it is not punctuated with her laughter, not laced with her voice. Something is missing. She is missing. And it feels wrong.
I can’t take it. I have to leave. Go somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere but here. The bathroom. The only foreseeable escape.
I get my pass and take time to walk to the farthest bathroom, savoring my escape. As the bathroom is within sight, I can hear something. A faint whine. A moan. A suppressed scream. I want to run, want to get away, but I am drawn, there is something in those cries that makes me want to go to them. I quicken my pace and open the door.
And there she is. Sitting on the ground. Clutching something in her hand. Crying as if mortally wounded. I can’t move, I can’t breathe. This is all wrong. There is no shine, no glow. Her face is blotchy, her hair matted. She is broken, the perfect girl is broken. The silent cheers that would be expressed by those she has beaten ring in my ears. This sight is a phenomenon they would all secretly kill to see.
When she looks at me, I do not feel warm, I do not mirror back her beauty. Instead I fill with dread, with darkness, I feel myself being dragged down into hell alongside her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Are you ok?”
“I said get out”
“Do you need help? I can go get someo-”
“No, I don’t need help, I’m…fine”. Her voice breaks on the last word. She can’t hold back her tears. The moans that briefly subsided as I entered once again fill the room, echoing off the dank tile walls. Reverberating pain and suffering that chills me to the core.
I walk over, as if possessed, to her side. I cannot let her suffer. I have to help. Have to fix her in some way. I crouch down, extending my arms. I expect her to lash out, to draw away, to yell again for me to “get out”.
But she does not. She pulls me next to her, melting into my arms. Shaking, and sobbing into my shirt. She does not stop, she cannot it seems, pull herself from the abyss. Something hard is pressing into my side, the thing clutched in her hand.
She slackens her grip and looks at me, with her red glassy eyes. “P-p-please, don’t t-t-tell anyone you saw me here.”
I go to nod, to promise my silence, when I catch a look at the thing in her hand. It’s a pregnancy test.
I look at it transfixed. She sees my gaze, and grabs my arm with her free hand. “Please.” There is more power packed into this word than I have heard in any speech. It holds so much in it’s balance. A reputation. A life. It is everything to her. My silence means everything.
“Are you-” I can’t bring myself to finish it my sentence.
“It’s ok-” I begin, but before I can finish, she laughs. A high mirthless laugh, that echoes even more horrifically around the room.
“It’s ok? It’s ok?! It is so far from ok! My parents will kick me out! Is that OK? My boyfriend, I just told him,” She gestures toward a phone on the floor, “is going to leave me! Is that OK!?! I can’t play sports! I can’t do anything! No college will want me! Everyone is going to see me and know. They will look at me with triumph and think to themselves good, she deserved it. My life is over. Is that OK!?” She falls quiet and the anger gives way to painstaking sadness. “I can’t have a baby, I’m only 17”
“I won’t tell,” I reach down to comfort her again, “I promise.”
She looks at me, with the eyes I’ve wished I had more times than I can remember, but now would only be favorable to the blind. She sobs still harder, her throat jerking, and her breathing ragged. And so she breaks. Every part of her. In this moment she is just as flawed as any of us.
The poem of the week this week is about Christmas. During around this time, many think of only presents they will receive. This poem is a little reminder to think of others as well on Christmas.
Christmas is a special time
To give, to serve, to love
It isn’t just about yourself,
But others that you think of
The presents, the trees, the glowing lights
Are fun but have no part
In what the real meaning of Christmas is…
That is in your heart
Even if other people don’t,
You should try to do
The things that you would want
Them to do to you!
The holidays are a busy time
But they are sometimes good
Because they keep you thinking
About others like you should
So this year, try to not think about yourself
But think of the things you can do
To help others have a wonderful Christmas
And you will find that you will be happy too
Last month, sophomore, Faith Blethen, organized a “purple day” to encourage the students of BRHS to wear purple to show their support for victims of domestic violence. The foundation started eight years ago when the Taylor sisters lost their parents to domestic violence. There are basketball tournaments all over Maine, called the Taylor Tip-Off, to raise money for this foundation. This is a statement made by Faith, a member of the Maine Firecrackers who participated in the tournament this year.
“Congratulations BRHS on rallying to raise $375.00! I am very proud of and thankful for everyone’s generous donations towards such an important cause. Once again, 100% of the money we raised will go to young victims of domestic violence, and their families. The money you raised was donated in my name and the basketball team that I played on in this great tournament. The Firecracker-Briggs’ team that our school’s money was donated through raised a record team amount of $4,063! All of you contributed to me raising $1,164 individually, which is a new tournament record as well. The tournament all together raised over $32,000 for children who have had their lives rocked like nothing many of us can imagine. Thank you Boothbay Region High School again for your remarkable efforts and participation on purple day. This speaks highly to the community and character of our student-body for stepping up to this challenge and making such a huge impact.”
The poem of this week is a sonnet by William Shakespeare. This sonnet focuses on the importance of inward beauty in correlation with outwards beauty. Shakespeare claims that being a good person emphasises someone’s visual beauty.
By: William Shakespeare
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo’d and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
As you may know, the Interact Club will be selling yuda bands in order to sponsor Karla Paredes Huz who is in the 10th grade from San Martin Jilotepeque, Guatemala. The money from these bands will go to further her education. This project is amazing because by giving the gift of education to one child it allows them to provide education for generations to come. The group will be selling the bands at most home basketball games and during locker break on the landing near the snack cart. They will start selling Wednesday the 7th and will conclude on the 21st. Give the gift of wearing the movement this Christmas.
This video is not about the student we are sponsoring, but it does tell a lot about the project itself.
By Eve Dolloff
When you are old, look back on these memories.
Look back on all the decisions you have made.
Look back at all the mistakes and regrets, as you
Will see them filled with your life and soul.
Remember all the late night adventures with
People you loved, and hated, all at the same time.
Look back on the decades of loss, and love.
Feel the same feelings as you one did.
Reflect on your emotions you felt in your youth.
Look back on your accomplishments and
Failures, as they have proved your worth
The Rollercoaster of Life
By Larisa Greenleaf
When you grow up
You can’t see anything the same anymore
Everything seems so lifeless and dull now
Like the remains of an
Abandoned theme park
All rusted and broken down
The colors dulled
And everything slowly decaying
Where all your hopes and dreams
From your childhood
Are left to rot
Where you ride the same rides
Day after day
Only this time
And you’re stuck on this painful ride
Due to your own failure
Where you either choose to run the ride until the end
Or just sit back
Watching everything collapse around you
Where after a while
You feel too nauseous
To eat the same, greasy food
Day after day
But you have to eat
Because you can’t stand the hunger anymore
Where the rules
Are laid out for you
And you choose to either
Follow them and stay
Or don’t and get kicked out
Until you are ready to
Where the halls of the Fun House
Echo the harsh words and taunts
From the voice you once thought was friendly
Where the games
No longer feel like games
But more like tasks on which you are judged
Where you have to follow the directions
Even if you don’t understand
Even if doing it your way is easier
Where even though
You’re surrounded by the ghosts of others
And you’re surrounded by so much land
You feel so alone
Like you’re trapped in a small, locked box
With no escape
Unless someone from the outside is willing to help you out
Willing to save you from your own confinement
Where no matter where you go
In the massive theme park
The heavy feeling of dread and misery
Like a thick fog
It makes you wish you were a kid again
Where everything seemed so colorful and alive
But now you’re stuck
We’re all stuck
In this abandoned theme
By Alexandra Nein
Smelling like the ocean,
salty and fresh,
making my toes tingle.
slapping my face.
Reminding me of my past.
The waves, as I watch,
are moving too fast.
Clearing away the sand castles,
Feeling the rough sand,
beneath my feet,
and itching my toes.
The rocks scraping my feet.
Pointy and sharp.
On the 15th of November the Boothbay sports teams congregated for a night of jubilation and glee. Boothbay held their 409th seasonal sports banquet honoring all of the fall sports athletes. More specifically each team selected three of their student athletes for MVP, most improved, and coaches award. Teams, including field hockey, soccer, cross country, and football, first gathered individually to mingle and discuss their long and prosperous seasons. Success was a common theme throughout the wide variety of America’s favorite pastimes played this fall season. Field hockey won their first playoff games in the history of the school and soccer won their first playoff game in fourteen years. The football team participated in their first ever independent league season and finished with five wins and one loss. And finally, for the fourth year in a row, the boy’s cross country team won the Mountain Valley Conference, as well as finishing first in the southern Maine Class C championship meet.
The 2016 Seahawk field hockey team had an outstanding season winning eight games and finishing fifth in Class C North. The Seahawks earned a tournament berth and upset No. 4 Central in Corinth. The team also set the team scoring record with 53 goals and was the only MVC team to score in every contest. Sydney Meader led the conference in goals and received MVP for the Seahawks. The team’s Most Improved Player Award went to Hali Goodwin, who demonstrated skill at multiple positions. Page Brown received the Coach’s Award. Jordan described her as “a player who works hard, digs deep and is involved in the play no matter where the ball is.”
Coach Dionne commended the Seahawk’s football team for pushing through the adversity, and overcoming the challenge that changing leagues presented, as well as their improvement over the season, eventually beating a team in Class D, that they lost to the prior season, 28-6 in the last game of the season. Carter Babcock, a senior and team captain was named MVP, with Coach Dionne crediting his hustle, determination, and leadership on and off the field. Not only that, but he was the team leader in tackles, rushing yards and scores overall. Next due to a tie in the football team’s voting, there were two co-most improved players. Nick Simpson and Cameron Crocker were both awarded for their hard work and desire for improvement throughout their seasons. Coach Dionne praised them on their ability to go from a small role on the varsity team in the prior year, to key players and for the majority of games being being varsity starters on both sides of the ball. Finally another senior and team captain, Duncan Drapeau was awarded with the coaches award. Again leadership and a strong work ethic were brought up by Coach Dionne, along with the quality of being extremely “coachable.”
The successful boys cross country team, which not only won their conference and the southern regional meets in class C, but also the conference sportsmanship award for the fourth year in a row, were up next. Kyle Ames was named MVP of the 2016 season, Coach Nick Scott praised him for his constant hard work and “grit.” Senior Sam Betts was awarded with the team’s most improved after his fourth year on the team. Coach Scott offered an anecdote mentioning Sam’s battle to beat a sub 20 minute race time in the past three season, but through hard work and determination he was able to post multiple sub 20 minute race times this season. Last, but not least, the Coach’s Award went to Blake Erhard, who as only a sophomore, is already competing at a high level, and through hard work and dedication, Coach Scott says he has potential to be one of the best runners in the conference.
On the girl’s side of the cross country team there was another very successful season. The Lady Seahawks took home the second place in the conference championship meet for the fourth season in a row. Coach Scott, understandably, named Faith Blethen the team MVP, as she, in only her second year in highschool battled through injury and came in first place individually for not only the conference championships, but the regional ones as well. Most improved went to Delly Clarkson who Coach Scott credited for from the beginning of the season to the end finished eight minutes faster than when she started. Senior, Kate Friant after her fourth year on the team, finished strong with her best season to date, with not only her times, but also with even higher levels of determination and leadership.
The Boothbay soccer team not only made the playoffs for the second consecutive season under Coach Ben Powell, but they even made team history, winning their first preliminary game victory in fourteen years over Mount Abram! Boothbay captured the 10th and final Class D South playoff spot in the last regular season game, beating Lisbon 4-0. Boothbay ended the season with a solid record of 5 wins and 11 losses. The most improved player went to Olivia Paolilo who managed to score in the Seahawks playoff berth. The team’s MVP award went to the Seahawk Sophomore Reagan Cola, who has two bright seasons ahead of her. Powell selected Angie Perkins for the coaches award, calling her, “the most coachable player I’ve ever had.”
Overall Boothbay made it’s community proud this fall season, and the rest is history.
All photos credited to Bill Pearson at the Boothbay Register
In spirit of the first winter snow-fall today, the poem of the week is about winter! Enjoy 🙂
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.