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The Division

Henry Clark/Staff writer

I thought my senior year would be about picking my college and maturing into an adult. It turns out, senior year is about picking a political side and that the screaming tantrums never end.

I thought people matured and stopped whining after they became adults but if anything all they do is find “more important” things to moan about. With the political escapade rising, it never seems to hit the climax and cool down. I spend my time dazzling around politics trying to orientate myself in a world where my role models can’t seem to stop spinning to even explain to us youth what’s happening, and worse than that, showing us that it’s ok to act like complete hooligans as an adult when things don’t work out.

The youth will always have celebrities and people they look up to, both in politics and in society. But as these politicians and even celebrities become more and more extreme and divided  I feel forced to choose sides because typically our parents already have, and our teachers already have and our friends already have. Whether we want to or not we feel the need to pick sides because our parents, our friends and our role models have created this hure crevice in political ideologies. 

As role models, the adults in our society need to start acting like ones. Across the nation we see unprecedented conniption fits by not only the politicians but by the adults as well due to this political divide. I read the news and am appalled to see thirty-year old men and women acting like children because their candidate lost. It astounds me to see that it is acceptable to continue acting like toddlers even after I graduate high school.

Especially now as we head into another corrosive, controversial presidential election, I and many other students across the nation need not only clearity one what is happening but a united front from our role models on what is expected of us on how to behave and act. We need to be shown from our parents, celebrities and politicians on how to be a good loser, and a good winner. We as the youth need to see our role models act like rational adults in the face of making nationally controversial decisions and how we should act as we become adults as well. Because political divide or not, adults need to demand us to mature and to do so by example.

My hatred for running

Illustration by Lauren Olson

By Paige Boehlert
Staff Writer

I hated cross country last year but I hate it even more this year.

I hate running because I feel so dead while racing. You know when you sleep on your arm and wake up and you feel like its gone. That’s how I feel when I’m running. My whole body is numb, it’s the weirdest feeling ever. I also feel like I can’t breathe. I’m breathing so hard when I’m running it’s like I can’t catch up with my own breath. My legs feel so heavy like weights are strapped to my legs. I have cinder blocks for shoes.

 I hate it because I feel like my ribs are going to snap. I don’t always get cramps or side aches but when I do it legit feels like I just broke my rib. I’ve never broken a rib, but I looked it up. 

 I hate it because towards the end of the season our trails start to smell like rotting fish.  I want to hold my breath because the air is putrid, but I have to breathe when I’m running. When you’re running it’s already hard for me to breathe so when I get a whiff of rotting fish I want to puke.

 I hate it so much during the race that I want to fall and hurt myself on purpose. I wish I didn’t have to be running during the race so I’m thinking that if I hurt myself I won’t have to finish. But if I really did get hurt then I wouldn’t be able to do anything other than sitting around. So hurting myself just so I don’t have to finish the race might not be worth it. 

This year I hate that we can’t travel because even though I hate running, I did like to see my friends, get out of Ketchikan and earn Alaska Airline miles. Traveling is usually the best part of the season so the fact that we couldn’t do that really sucks. We got to go to Sitka over the weekend. It was nice to finally travel and run with people. It was boring because we couldn’t do anything and no one came.

 I hate running because it gets boring really fast, but in practice, I talk with Morgan which makes my side hurt which makes me think about my ribs. 

But, I hate the thought of not challenging myself and I especially hate the thought of quitting. I could never quit something that has taught me so much. Like my strength, my endurance, my boundaries, and my mind. I don’t want to be seen as the quitter. I want to be the kind of person who pushes people to be and do their best. I don’t want to be the person that quits everything. I cannot become this person by quitting things. Even if I hate them.

Your Youth is Gold, but Nothing Gold Can Stay

Senior Class of 2020 Pictured Together Earlier This Year, Picture Taken by Kayhi Yearbook Staff

Nadire Zhuta
Staff Editor

I never thought this time would come as fast as it did. It’s almost time for us to say our final goodbyes to each other, teachers and to Kayhi. Which maybe we already did. Maybe “have a good spring break” or “good luck at Regions” was the last send off in person.

Yes, I know it’s a weird time as we don’t quite get to have the traditional goodbyes as other seniors have had in the past but let’s just ignore that real quick. 

When you’re a freshman you always hear from seniors the most overused but accurate saying “enjoy it, it goes by so fast” you can’t help but roll your eyes and say “yeah right”  but four fast years later you catch yourself saying those exact words to a freshman. 

You don’t realize what you have accomplished until you get to the end and you take some time to look back and reflect and we all know we have had more than enough time to look back. 

We started our senior year strong and together. We had our 4th of July Parade float, we started a new tradition of senior sunrise on the first day, we had our senior walk in, senior carnival and lots of other new and old traditions to start and finish. It was great we were checking things off our lists and waiting for the next senior tradition to come along. 

Although we didn’t quite get to experience as some would say the best three months of it all it was still one heck of a ride, and it’s weird to hear myself say with how it ended that I wouldn’t want it to happen any other way. We’re a special and unique class. I mean look at us we came into this world during 9/11 and are graduating during a world pandemic, I mean what more should I say. 

Lots of mixed emotions and thoughts are circling my head during this time.  Am I ready to take on the real world? Am I really ready to let go of all of this go, say my goodbyes to my friends and to Kayhi?  Do I really have to go and make new friends and create a whole new life for myself?  I’m scared, excited, nervous, and anxious all at the same time. 

There comes a point in everything you do when you know it’s time to let go and move on. I felt it with basketball, I knew I was ready to let it go, you get this feeling of accomplishment, sadness and I would say relief all at the same time. I’ve said my goodbyes with a lot of things, experiences and people this year but I’m not quite fully ready to let go of it all just yet and say my final goodbyes to my fellow classmates, teachers and to Kayhi.  Our youth is gold, but nothing gold can stay. 

Positive Distractions

Erin Shea
Staff Writer

“What a week” I said to myself laying down Sunday night reflecting on the worst week I’ve had in my life.

A week that just felt like everything was going bad, no matter how hard I tried to make it right. Family issues, friend issues, bad grades, and even boy issues. All these things just kept adding up as the week went on.

I tried to read, watch movies and even just sleep to avoid my problems but I couldn’t. It made me think of them even more. I would watch a show and everything I saw would relate back to my problems.

I knew that these problems in my life were both temporary and fixable, but I just made them worse.

Finally I decided to try google, I thought “maybe if I google my situation there will be answers from other people.” That wasn’t exactly the case..

After reading article after article on “how to forgive a friend” or “getting along with my mom.” I realized that it was a waste of my time, until I came across an article about positive distractions.

A positive distraction, something that would both benefit me while taking my mind off of all of the stress and drama I had in my life.

This article consisted of ideas such as working out, painting/drawing, yoga and a few other basic ways to clear your mind. I decided that working out sounded like the only one I’d actually try.

I dug out my old running shoes along with my workout gear and headed to the gym. This not being something I usually do, felt kind of strange. I had not been in the gym in so long I didn’t even know what machine to use.

The only machine I knew to use was the treadmill, I honestly didn’t think a quick run would distract me at all, but I was wrong. I ended up running for half an hour with my playlist on shuffle not even picking my phone up once to change the song.

After my run, I felt so relaxed and like a pile of stress had been lifted off my shoulders, all my problems didn’t seem to be as serious as I thought.

Sometimes the stress can really pile on, and as much as we want to fix everything right away, it’s also important to relax, take some time to clear your mind and look at the situation after that.

Finding the right distraction for me helped, especially because it’s something that benefited me.

Hard Work Always Pays Off

AJ Malouf
Staff Editor

College is not too expensive. You do not need a 4.0 GPA with honors in order to receive substantial scholarships. You can and will get into college with just an ounce of extra effort and a good work ethic.
The teacher who embarrassed me in front of the class for something stupid I said freshman year was the same teacher who edited the admissions essay that will help decide a large part of my future. With that, I earned a 90% scholarship to my first choice school, with a 3.4 cumulative GPA and sub 1300 SAT scores. If I can do it, so can anyone.
Imagine you are a high school senior looking back, for some this may be a reality. Freshman year was full of new experiences and new people. As long as you showed up to class and stayed awake 50 percent of the time, you most likely achieved good grades. I would guess that 80 percent of freshman get mostly A’s with a few B’s and maybe one C in a subject they struggle with.
You may be thinking it was easy, and that your grades freshman year really didn’t mean much. In reality, you put in the work to set your future self up for success. By laying down a solid foundation of good grades and a solid work ethic, you now have a benchmark that you must at the very least match, if not surpass. Pushing for an A- in freshman english when you had a solid B- may have indirectly earned you a scholarship 3 years later.
When you get your first C, or for a small number of people your first B, it hits different. There is much more regret in getting a new low grade then there is pride and excitement earning another A. You feel this way because when you achieve a goal or a new personal best, in anything, you subconsciously knew you could do it the whole time. When you fail, it hits harder. You didn’t make it. You could have, but you didn’t. Some decision you made along the way blocked your path to success.
As you are enjoying a brief moment of self reflection, or as you look ahead into your future high school career, think about earning $120K in scholarships versus applying for $120K in student loans. Hard work always pays off.

Last Game

Jenna Miller
Staff Editor

Softball becomes self defense when you get a line shot hit at you when expecting a ground ball. I won’t miss this, but I will miss just about everything else.
I’m having some weird feelings about playing my last softball game, but at some point it’s over for everybody. After going 12 years playing and falling in love with this sport, I wonder if I’ve made the right decision to not play in college.
I wrote last year that I wasn’t sure if I was going to play in college or not… now I’m not.
Freshman me was never concerned about playing my last softball game or what it would be like without it, but now I find myself constantly thinking about it.
I step onto the field and I take it all in, like if it were my last because I have taken for granted what it has felt like to be apart of something like this, something greater than myself. I play and I’m not playing for me, I’m playing for everyone around me and we rely and trust each other and I think that’s what I’m going to miss, is the connections with everyone.
Between the lack of motivation and the fact that I haven’t done anything all year, playing softball in college would just add to the stress of all of it.
I had a hard enough time picking a school as it was, I couldn’t imagine throwing softball in there and making my decision that much harder.
With the knowledge I have now, I would go back and say junior year Jenna, it’s okay that you’re not playing softball in college. It’s time to let it go and appreciate the fact that it’s ending and that you had a good run.
I’ve played 18 hours playing softball this year, 72 over my career. Including practice time, I’ve spent over 500 hours as part of the Kayhi softball program.
Throughout that, I’ve gone through two gloves, four pairs of cleats, one softball bag, one mask and endless amounts of sunflower seeds and gum.
I’ve acquired two scars on my left knee and one on my hand that are still there, along with countless times I’ve been hit in the leg or ankle with a ball.
Leaving behind this game is big for me, and I’ve never really thought about leaving it behind until last year. But it’s something that most people have to go through. Most people do end it after high school.
I know I’m going to miss parts of the game, but I won’t miss the bruises or the low grade hypothermia.

Different, but not really

Madison Rose
Staff Writer

Picture a 2013 Honda Odyssey EX-L minivan, and a Boeing 737 southwest airplane and try to compare the two as the same thing. One takes flight, while the other makes distance on land. Both require gas but different type of fuel. It’s kind of a big stretch since they are two completely different pieces of machinery, but at the same time they both resemblance transportation.  

Basketball and Choir can be looked at the same way as well, although they have nothing to do with each other. Any person can disagree and say that basketball is strictly a sport, but for me from many years of experience I know basketball entails a certain amount of creativity, a little free will, and a motive to inspire the effort.

Choir is similar in the aspect that it demands much practice and work. As a team player, you must participate and show up to each event. Because if one person is missing from their section or is off their game, then it disrupts the whole performance.

I find it interesting how few people attend choir concerts and festivals compared to basketball games and tournaments. Both represent the school and both invest in fundraising and competing. Yet there is still an abundance of support that is more preferred towards basketball and their success.

By being a participant in each activity I am able to see the differences in necessary work and of entertainment. I experience the same amount of stress, chaos and mental strain that takes all my capacity and time to dedicate myself to each show.

I am needed in particular areas to excel and do my job correctly, that way the art of performing doesn’t deteriorate and the people watching can enjoy themselves. To a certain extent we performers do it for ourselves, but also for the audience. We strive and prepare for the big moments in front of all the fans and enthusiasts.

As an individual I look at these two activities, that I admire deeply and realize the performing arts and sport should be appreciated, equally. If people were to watch the concerts as much as a games, they would soon understand the beauty of success and the grace needed to understand mistakes.

Unfortunately these thoughts in my head I must leave unfinished due to my Music Fest responsibilities.

It’s game time, I mean, the show must go on.   

A quick CHangeup

Kristian Pihl
Staff Writer

It is about a week and a half since the Ketchikan Kings and myself were crowned the 2019 boys basketball state champions. Not even a full 24 hours was given to sit back, take a minute and realize what myself and the Ketchikan team had accomplished for the first time in 45 years. The second we all got off the plane from Anchorage, there was a big parade in town for us. Then about 16 hours later, I had to catch another plane to go down to Arizona to play baseball. In the grand total of four days, my mindset had to change from a Saturday night state championship basketball game in front of about 5,000 people, to a Wednesday afternoon baseball game in Phoenix Arizona. Mentally and a little emotionally, the past couple weeks have been very hard. It has not sunk in at all that we are state champions, it has not sunk in that all of the hard work I have invested my life into was actually worth something. A good portion of our team, myself included, were not able to go to school the next day to be recognized with the other kids that were there, and just that thought itself hurts. Even though I wasn’t able to attend school and get that little bit of extra recognition from our peers, that doesn’t mean that I don’t know how proud the city and the school is of us and what we accomplished.

Not about the net

Illustration by Isabella Schreckhise

Madison Rose
Staff Writer

It’s not about validation. It’s about each other.
We’re six time region champs, and all I can think about is my family. Not the blood related family that I left behind in order to go to this tournament, but the players on my team that got me here in the first place.
The medal around my neck is supposed to symbolize winning, but that’s not quite right. If I left it behind, It would mean nothing to me. It’s just a thing.
Being called winners will never be as important to me than the names of the people who built me up to get there.
No trophy has ran to my side to pick me back up after a hard crash to the floor, like Lianne Guevarra. Eager and quick to put me back on my feet.
It certainly doesn’t make me laugh or grow a sense of humor like Emmie Smith taught me. Or bring me comfort and understanding like Payton Simmons. It most definitely didn’t sacrifice their body for the game and give selflessly to others by constantly playing hard, which Ashley Huffine does each and every time.
It doesn’t take care of me and play the role of a mother figure like Nadire Zhuta does each trip. It didn’t make sure I was involved and encouraged when I was  feeling down like Jenae Rhoads did.
It won’t impact the game like Shaelyn Mendoza, freshmen starter, smallest on the team with a big role.
Everyone is important and has an impact not just on the score at the end of the game, but on me. Because they are the ones selflessly showing up to practice every single day to get beat up and yelled at, only to sit on the bench. Cheering on the team with real passion and joy.
These people mean more to me than a basketball region title. The connection and relationships made through the adversity and sacrifice have more significant value to me than a piece of rope cut down from a hoop, or a plastic award mantled to a block of wood to be placed inside a trophy case.

Students Need Cellphones


Sully Shultz
Staff Writer

Yeah I get it. Taking away our cell phones might increase productivity and reduce cheating, but it might also hinder students learning.
Last year, nearly 95% of my phone use in Spanish was specifically to study for upcoming tests. So many classes nowadays rely on the use of phones too. We’ve evolved from copying notes down from the board or going to the library to study. Instead, I now use my phone to take a quick picture of the board or jump on Quizlet to make some flashcards.
I suggest a compromise. Nobody should be on their phone when a teacher is presenting a lesson, but being able to listen to music during work time should be allowed at the discretion of teachers.
I am an aide during 6th period. My teacher keeps me busy with making copies, or grading papers, but sometimes she doesn’t have an urgent job. I could be using that time to make flashcards on Quizlet, or checking my Powerschool to see what class I need to focus on during that free time, but the enforcement of this rule hinders me from doing so.
Some of us will be tempted to check our phones during class, but high school is the perfect opportunity to teach students responsible cell phone use, rather than after graduation.
To my fellow students. I have to admit that this rule is irritating, but don’t fight it. The best thing to do is to show teachers and staff that we can use our cellphones responsibly. That way we could maybe get more freedom to use our phones. If you’re the type of person who refuses the rules, and can’t find a compromise, you’re going to ruin it for all of us. If you’re very passionate and want to voice your own opinion, then bringing it up at the next school board meeting would be the way to go.
The phone rule is understandable but there’s some things that need to be changed. One of the best things about Kayhi is the amount of freedom we get, and as students lets make sure we’re not inviting encroachment on our freedom. I am glad the administration is updating a policy that predates the smartphone, and I hope that it will change to better students productivity in school.