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I think it's going to work out I think in the end I'm going to be okay I think this because I know I won't always be happy but I also know I won't always be sad I'm okay with that, in fact I think it's grand I want to reach the bottom, I want to drown in everything that I hate I want my skin to boil and burn, I want my heart to break so hard I feel like glass shards are lodged in my lungs. When I'm nervous and scared I want my ribs to tangle with each other the way trees made best for climbing s...
He felt everything displayed by people He loved how he felt when they were happy He had the greatest power of all Empathy It was the Empathy Turtle Now, the Empathy Turtle loves people And a close second is his boots His magnificent boots He's a doof, but he means well He has a gigantic heart He's not always the best, and A lot of the time, He messes something up Okay, everything But he makes it up Always He always gives his favorite Drink as a present When someone feels down If a Sprite...
Here I am in reality. I turn the page, and I'm in the forest. Trees lightly dusted with white powdered sugar. Wearing just pajamas and slippers, I start walking. I saunter over logs, Under low branches. I see squirrels scurrying up and down trees, Deer chomping on snow covered needles. I stop walking and look back. My footprints have disappeared within the new fallen snow. I start running. Not knowing what I'm running from, just knowing that I need to escape it. I hear the muffled thump of foots...
Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter... These, among countless others, are brands of social media millennials are very familiar with. They use them to post their lives and memories online, or to communicate with their friends in a quick, easy fashion. But among these fun and communal sites lurks predators and stalkers alike, waiting to prey upon the perfect victim of their choosing. Their victim could be your sibling, child or best friend. This is my experience and why you should be aware of...
I walk through the mountains, my staff in hand. I journey on the path that crosses the peaks where winter sits and admires all things new. My sheep being guided by me, who is guided by the stars. I walk where the glacier springs sprout from the ground, where trout spawn their young and the sun glistens off the glass lake top. At night when the moon smiles on sleeping sheep, the dawn seems so distant from new marrow. My staff in hand as I sit on a solid rock that lay view to the open...
Dear Superintendent of Missoula Public Schools, I am a junior at Seeley-Swan High School and I am proposing to you a very unpopular idea among my generation and my peers. Cell phones should be banned from all Missoula County Public School classrooms. This idea is even disliked and rebuked by teachers. I suggest that cell phones are more detrimental than beneficial both to students and teachers. I am not here to complain and be a tattletale. There needs to be a district wide regulation on cell...
Love is, Love, Faith, Happiness, Friends, Family, And freedom. For Love is like money, not everyone has it....
by Elizabeth Done Seeley-Swan High School, Grade 12 I know a place where the lilies do not thaw, A place where beauty collides with all that is raw. White petals extend past thick brush Close by morning songs are sung by a thrush. Breathing in adrenaline while mulies exhale steamy grunts Never has it been about the hunts. Where white lilies grow cow elk drop calves. Sows guide cubs along narrow shale paths. You can find me somewhere there about. Most likely following a buck's route. Is it wrong...
I can feel the power of the engine Shaking under the hood The power overtaking my cold body From the cool crisp winter breeze And the fresh powder The riveting smell of exhaust When boondocking in the snow There is a jump ahead swoosh I land and sink deep but hammer the gas And watch the rpms rise as I climb out I get onto solid ground And spin out and zoom away And disappear in a snow cloud I ride up a 60 degree incline with my engine roaring I'm at 7500 rpms and my engine backfires I stop to...
SEELEY LAKE - Due to smoke from the Rice Ridge Fire just two months ago, local businesses faced a loss of revenue because of decreased tourism. According to InciWeb, an incident information website, and KPAX news station, a lighting strike in late July started the Rice Ridge Fire which burned over 160,000 acres. The fire decreased air quality which led to hazardous levels for several weeks, closing the lake for fire suppression efforts and decreasing tourism over the summer. In an interview...
SEELEY LAKE - With high increases in school shootings since the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in Newtown, Connecticut in December 2012, many schools, including Seeley-Swan High School, are taking higher safety precautions to protect their students. According to Everytown, a website that reports statistics of shootings in grade school, high school and college, between 2013-2015 there were 160 school shootings in the United States. In 95 of these cases an individual intentionally used a gu...
by Elizabeth Done Seeley-Swan High School, Grade 12 They are the valley's eastern sentinels granting passage to the sun. They are rigidly cut shadows under violet chalk skies. They're a skiff of oil upon water, shifting in light, unfurling with each step, until the puzzle pieces have rearranged themselves. Their distant counterparts are hazy scenes on Grandma's rabbit-ear television. Their steel hue is the Falls dampening their feet. They are the slope of a Grizzly's face with the colors of a...
by Bethany Hoag Seeley-Swan High School, 9th grade One day you will look at someone, You will look at them in a way you never looked at someone before. With a gleam in your eye, A fire in your soul, And an ache in your heart. It could be a boyfriend, Or a girlfriend. Or a best friend, Heck, it could be your dog. Just anyone you love and hold close. Anyone you look up to, And who supports you through everything. But be careful who you choose. Because that person, the very person who makes up...
This is dedicated to my gramps. One second I'm a sunset crossing Judith Peak Orange and gold cascade along a green border Blue grama sweeps through endless car rides in long breaths Lungs filled entirely of prairie flowers Scent seeping into red seats Narrow dirt roads chased by wild horses 10 mph around triangle corner Telling stories of when your aunt gracefully dumped the truck in the ditch Then just like blue sky becomes grey storms it was gone Emotions crackle from cloud to cloud in high...
When you're sleeping in a hotel bathtub you are at your all time low. Why are you sleeping in your hotel bathtub when there are two nice warm beds in the main room next to you? How can a bathtub be comfortable or fitting? First become small, small like you are nothing. Lean against the wall opposite the faucet. Place a leg on either side and try to relax. As if you are on a sunny beach. Now why are you sleeping in a bathtub? Because you are trying to keep feelings of love and remembrance from...
They run through veins, through distant organs I didn't know I had. Distant hospital that holds the sick in prison beds. Ice cold memories of broken trust run through my shivering body. Memories too harsh to even live through. They haunt me every day, tears at night, Throwing me out of my comfort zone. He's laying there, cancer. Cutting off his air support. Untrustworthy cells. These memories run through towns I want to run from, but there's no open door to go through. They're locked, like trust...
Here in the small town of Seeley Lake in June of 2018, seventh and eighth graders will be traveling to Washington, D.C. for a once in a lifetime opportunity. Students will explore every nook and cranny of our nation's capital such as the Lincoln Memorial, the White House, the Washington Monument and all the Smithsonians. The main goals are to teach students to engage in civics and to learn the power of their individual voice. These small town kids will experience the wonders a big city has to...
I am from the dust of my tired boots, From the orange sunrise, Making the dew from 80 stampeding horses rise above the trees. The need to feel his cold nose against my back. The longing to feel the sun kiss my skin, As I wade into the winding river. Pushing my hat down as we reach the top of the pass, To see smoke, Rolling and drifting in the wind. Washing my hair in mountain creeks. Praying that there will be toilet paper in the old Folgers coffee cylinder, as I make my dash to the Red Room at...
We parked our Model As in October And couldn't drive them until May Horses and wagons took their place The Old Condon Highway was all we had to travel on With snow up to the horse's shoulders Almost a century ago Sleigh riding parties All the people in the world seemed to be there But there were maybe five families On 27 Hill Deer hide was the way to go Pots of chili and Mrs. Hulett's big barrel heater Almost a century ago Mom washed our clothes every Monday With water we hauled from the Swan...
I am from the heavy breathing, the feet slapping the track One lap, two laps, three laps, four. And I cross the finish line I am from the woods, the trees speaking to me as they dance to the beat of their needles swaying in the cold-hearted wind I am from the green grass of the meadows, of the birds of prey flying way up high in the gray glass of the sky Where God drops black broken hearts into the mix to make my thoughts darker, and my heart harden. I am from a dad trying and failing, trying...
If I fall asleep for the last time, Let it be as the sun kisses the Mission Mountains as orange replaces blue. Let it be when jays roost, does feed on clover silently near by. Let it be when the bull bugles good night, stars rush to the owls whim. When darkness presses the lake flat, a mirror for the sky to admire its beauty. Being at peace I will finally die. Let it be that this body, my thin long feet to my solid shoulders, is given to the land that brought me such joy. Let me be when my...
Today, Somewhere between black and white The sky cries And the willows weep Yet, streams still flow, The world turns I miss you so much more than yesterday Today, Is not black, And Today, Is not white. Today is the lead of a pencil Starting sharp Ending dull Strong and sturdy Yet Still breakable...
One elective Seeley Lake Elementary (SLE) students may choose is the food elective taught by Bridget Laird. The food elective lets people discover the thrills of cooking. They are making any kind of pizza so they learn how to cook pizza and get experience making their favorite foods. The students make their own dough. Mrs. Laird has been teaching the food class for two years. The students will get fresh products from the greenhouse, which is located at the back of SLE and was donated by the...
SEELEY LAKE - On Tuesdays and Thursdays 7-8 a.m. at Seeley Lake Elementary, the Junior High teacher Duane Schlabach (Mr. S) oversees Chess Club. Kids enjoy playing matches and learn to play the game. The players in my pictures are Eric Lorenz and Ted Aldeen. Also, I have a picture of what the board looks like at mid-game. The club takes place in Mr. S's room. Mr. S hosts Chess Club because some kids like to play a nice, relaxing game of chess before school. Another reason kids come to Chess...
SEELEY LAKE - In October Seeley Lake Elementary's (SLE) volleyball C team played Drummond. In the first match Drummond served first, and by the end the score was 25 (SLE) to 17 (Drummond). The second match Dani Sexton served and SLE won 25 to 14. In the third match the score by the end of the game was 15 to 7 -- we won! SLE has amazing servers on the C team. The servers hit the ball over the net so the teams are able to play the ball. If you can't make a serve over, then the other team gets a...
