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Eiffel Tower, Yes Please

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Rosie Kacenas
Staff Writer

On the best day of my life, I got a used Colorado State quarter-zip fleece sweatshirt.
Last Saturday at the Rendezvous thrift store there was sheer and utter madness. I frequently visit the shop on weekends with my friends, and have discovered that if you spend over $10 you get to spin their new wheel of fortune. I usually don’t spend enough to spin, so when I finally got to I was more than excited. Little did I know that fortune was on my side that day.
I spun the wheel and it stopped on the one-and-only three-minute shopping spree. As a fairly unlucky person, I was shocked that I actually landed on something cool. The cashier pulled out her phone and set the timer for three minutes, and the frenzy began. I had already spent about 30 minutes looking around the store prior to my lucky spin, so I knew exactly where all the cool things were.
The plan was simple: cute stuff that I might wear.
There was no countdown, the cashier just set her timer and told me to go. I sprinted through the aisles grabbing everything I thought measured up.
Little Eiffel Tower statues: yes.
Brand new but oversized raincoat: nah.
It was a lot harder than I thought to remember where everything was, so you can imagine my regret as I laid awake for hours that night thinking of all the stuff I should’ve grabbed.
I left with an oversized garbage bag full of clothes, and a bucket full of of knick-knacks. Needless to say, it was one of the most exhilarating days of my life. I consider it to be my first step to getting shopping sprees to high-end stores like Marc Jacobs when I’m rich and famous. For now, I’m happy with my slightly worn sweaters and brand new Marells. Three days later, I am writing this in my newly beloved CSU quarter-zip that I have deemed to be my journalism Pulitzer pullover.

Don’t just plan, Do

 

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Alex Boegler
Staff Writer

Day after day I walk into class with a plan to get things done, rarely does that happen
Ah yes, here I am finally coming back to this article weeks after I typed out the first line, you can just assume I got close to zero work done during those weeks.
Year after year people create New Year’s resolutions for themselves, most of them being eating healthier or going to the gym twice a week. Often times that doesn’t play out the way people plan it to. But that’s all their resolution really is – a plan.
Jeff Lund once told me, “A plan is nothing without action.” That is why this year instead of creating this plan in my head of how I’m going to do better, I am choosing instead to focus on the word “action.” This way I am constantly reminded to take action, do better, get things done, rather than just having another useless plan in my head.
Every morning when I wake up, the first word on my mind is “action”. I tell myself to get up, get dressed, and do the things I need to do. Throughout my day I cross things off my to-do list, feels great to actually get things done.
Starting the year off this way was easy. At the turn of the year, I was fired up and full of energy and hope. I was getting my homework done, actually learning in class and crossing tasks off my list. But once the days and weeks starting dragging on, I lost that excitement and the word “action” seemed to be moving further and further away from my focus.
It has been about a month into 2018 and I am realizing that I really haven’t accomplished much. I haven’t taken action on any of my well thought out plans. For example, I have a google doc titled “Journalism” it has all my article ideas and interview questions planned out, and you can bet I waste away my time every day in journalism just tweaking and editing my plans instead of actually taking the first step to finishing those articles. It is so much easier to sit and think about what I’m going to do and how I’m going to do it, rather than actually typing out the beginnings of each article and starting the interviews. I sit in here for 50 minutes and stare at my screen just thinking about everything that I could be doing. That is why my word for the year is “action.”
It’s finally time for me to sit behind the computer and fill out endless scholarships and college applications. You already know I have a plan of how I’m going to tackle all these tasks, I took the time to sit down and write them in my calendar. They’re even color coded! But have I even started any of that nonsense? That’s a big, fat, no.
I often feel disappointed with myself. How can I waste away all my time on Snapchat and Instagram making sure my selfies look good and that I like all my friends’ post, when really none of that matters. I know that I need to be doing the not so fun things. It’s frustrating to continue with the same behavior even though I know better. I’ve had enough of sitting back and not accomplishing anything, now is the time to take action and break the cycle of procrastination.
Soon enough it will all come back to bite me in the butt when I have eight schools to apply to and 12 essays to write in one night. I know that I can do better, I need to get myself out of the seemingly endless cycle of unproductiveness, and get back on the progress train. I need to stop wasting away the day trying to beat my high score on Crossy Road and start focusing on the bigger, more important things.
2018 is my year to throw mindless plan making out the window and to start taking action.

No Cell-f Control

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Hannah Maxwell
Editor

I crafted a dream schedule this school year. Two aide periods, one online lab, and an English class gives me the freedom to write what I want. I thought I had carved out four hours, five days a week, for scholarships. Instead I have become a pro at many thoughtless games and I check social media fives times more than I used to. Decent plan, poor execution.
In an attempt to take back some of that lost time, I deleted all games and social media, excluding Twitter, from my phone. The sad thing is, I still find myself unlocking my phone just as many times a day. Instead of scrolling through posts I’d already seen, I stare blankly trying the think of the reason I opened it in the first place. Initially I thought I was having withdrawals, but then I realized something way worse, constantly being on my phone had become a habit.
It would be an easy habit to break if I had a better understanding of what caused my internal need to have my phone in hand at all hours. Even when I’m at my own house I rarely set it down. I get anxious if I can’t feel its weight in my pocket.
Because I have made being on my phone essential to my existence, I have trouble focusing on things for more than a couple minutes since my mind is constantly thinking about my stupid phone. I’ve tried to make reading a habit and it’s been a lot harder than I thought it would be. I get distracted at the slightest things and end up scanning the pages without soaking in the information. Someone else’s phone dinging or the phantom vibration in my pocket instantly takes my attention away from what I’m trying to accomplish. I am no longer in control of myself, it feels like part of my mind is on a social media leash perfected by the neurologists employed by Facebook et al.
Not once in four years of high school have I forgot my phone at home, not one single day. The scariest thing is that I’m aware of the problem, but haven’t done anything to find a solution until now. I got my first B in Chem 2 and thinking back I don’t think I ever gave Powell my undivided attention. I’m proud of my 3.93 GPA but I can’t help wondering if my addiction to my phone is the reason I let that other tenth of a point slip away. In the long run it hasn’t made a difference, but it’s the principle of it. My lack of prioritization was my demise. I let my phone take over, I watched it reach for the controls and did nothing to stop it.
I want to believe I won’t accept this fate. That I will fight back and not let myself be controlled by an inanimate object. That by admitting I have a problem I can start taking steps toward a permanent solution. I will turn off my phone an hour before I go to bed and I will put my phone on airplane mode during class.
Well, that’s the plan anyway.

 

Best movie moments 2017

Dante Troina
Staff Writer

2017 is at a close, Oscar nominees have been announced, and (most) movies from last year have made their rounds through theaters. Now is the perfect time to talk about the best moments in movies across 2017, a year in which we experienced the Justice League on screen for the first time, and a new Star Wars movie was released; there were plenty of great scenes and moments that made me feel like a five year old rediscovering his passion for movies again. So here are my top five movie moments of the past year:

 IT – Georgie Meets Pennywise

I don’t think there’s another scene from 2017 that will be more remembered than the shot of Pennywise peeking out of the sewer at Georgie in his yellow raincoat. Like the purple-infused La La Land dancing shot in 2016, or Max tied to the front of a post apocalyptic death car in 2015, Pennywise in the sewer showed where film was at this year, and was a scene to define a year in movies.
Georgie’s innocence in his short screen time is cranked up to 100, making the scene even more intense mid way through the conversation, when he thinks something is wrong about this clown being in the sewer. Pennywise’s dialogue in the scene is so simple, but it just works. The way Bill Skarsgard chooses to enunciate the words as he says them is just perfect. The excitement in, ‘My name is Pennywise, the dancing clown’ just seems like he knows he’s about to get his first kill in years on this unsuspecting child.
The Dancing Clown eventually just resorts to the most simple phrase when you’re convincing a kid to get something, ‘here… Take it’ he says as his eyes light up and the hand pokes down, out from underneath the yellow raincoat Georgie is sporting. Pennywise then grows into the mouth of jaws, and chomps off poor Georgie’s arm; Georgie thrusts back and tries crawling away, but it is too little, too late, the last image we see is him getting dragged into the sewer, leaving it up to our imaginations what comes next.

 Spider-Man: Homecoming – Car Interrogation

I heard about ten different iterations of ‘oh s***’ in my theatre as Peter Parker is greeted at the front door of his homecoming date by… The villain he’s been trying to take down all movie.
The timing of this scene is absolutely perfect; right as the second act dies down, we’re kind of left off with a broken Peter, wondering where he’ll go after Tony Stark takes his suit back. As Adrian Toomes/The Vulture opens the door, it’s clear as day exactly what Peter needs to and will do to prove he’s Spider-Man.
What follows is one of the funniest and most awkward date pictures of all time being taken, and then Peter and his date Liz are off to Homecoming, being driven by The Vulture. The whole car ride, Peter can’t blink or take his eyes off of Toomes, and as Liz engages in small talk, Toomes starts to piece together, slowly, who Peter really is. What I love so much about this scene is that it’s dialogue driven in an action movie. Me and my friends could literally go into a car and (with worse acting) remake the scene entirely if we wanted to.
Sweat slowly begins to become reminiscent on Peter’s face as he starts to realize something is up, and Liz is still as oblivious as ever, bringing up even more points for her dad to believe Peter is Spider-Man. When they arrive at the dance, Toomes tells his daughter that he needs to give ‘Pete’ the ‘dad talk,’ and let me tell you, I wouldn’t mess with this guy in a million years. He immediately turns with a gun in his hand and gives Peter two options: go in the dance and show my daughter a good time, or come after me and die. Peter walks in the dance with the most feverish look on his face, and then makes his choice, starting off a thrilling third act.

 Baby Driver – Opening Scene

Most of the scenes on here have an emotional peak or a personal reason as to why I like them, but the opening scene for Baby Driver makes my list because it’s just awesome. From the first frame, the theme and tone of the entire film is established. The camera quickly cuts to each of the four main characters, and you know exactly who each of them are just by the looks on their faces. As the words to Bellbottoms begin, Ansel Elgort becomes immediately charismatic and charming as his adoration for music and his car is equally apparent.
The getaway chase is where the scene really picks up though. Baby (Elgort) quickly whips his bright red Subaru around and is followed by multiple cop cars. The best part about the chase is that it combines imaginative elements and crazy stunts, all while being plausible and practical. So many car chases in movies nowadays get it wrong because they just have a ton of flips and crazy stunts that don’t look real and take you out of the movie (I’m looking at you, Transformers), but what Baby Driver gets right is how it captures the moment, and makes the protagonists that are already likeable after a minute of screen time seem vulnerable, but while also showcasing Baby’s skills as a driver.
The end of the scene really sets it apart, as Baby is followed by a helicopter, he confuses it’s tracking with a quick and very clever maneuver; and just like that, Baby Driver is up there with Mad Max and The Dark Knight as one of my favorite car chases of all time.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi  – Throne Room Fight

As the plot is coming to a head in The Last Jedi, this scene acts as the centerpiece for the conflict throughout the film. After Kylo Ren kills Supreme Leader Snoke in the most shocking way possible, it appears for a brief moments that him and Rey are both on the light side of the force as they fight the red guards of Snoke’s throne room.
The shot of Kylo and Rey back to back with their lightsabers lit is poster picture that I’m going to put on my first son’s wall. As they join together, the audience at my midnight premiere screamed and clapped with joy, some people even jumped to their feet with their arms in the air. It was exhilarating. The ensuing fight didn’t disappoint at all either. The eight red guards actually made for a compelling opponent, as they felt worthy enough to put our heroes in danger. Rey and Kylo both showcase their skills without just blowing through the guards, the choreography makes them struggle through each encounter, and had me on the edge of my seat all three times I saw the movie in theaters. Eventually, it gets down to Kylo being choked out by one guard and Rey throwing her lightsaber to him as he lights it through the guard’s head, yeah, it’s awesome, and the creative use of the force is the perfect way to end a fight.

 

Wonder Woman – No Man’s Land

 

Every superhero has an origin story that hits home, whether it’s Bruce Wayne’s parents getting murdered in front of him, Peter Parker’s uncle dying on the street, or Captain America being the good kid that finally gets a chance to do what he’s always wanted.
For Wonder Woman, the origin is a little… Different. Being molded out of clay by her mother as the greek god Zeus strikes with a bolt of lightning to create life; this makes it incredibly hard to relate to Diana and gives little to no reason for the audience to care about her desire to save lives and fight evil.
Instead of focusing her origin story in Themyscira, director Patty Jenkins instead shows her youth in the city, without developing her character mentally. Diana essentially stays herself in spirit and mental state as she gets older, and her only real development is in her strength and fighting skills as she grows older.
When Wonder Woman’s personal growth comes into view is when she leaves Themyscira, and is thrown into a trench with British soldiers, moving absolutely nowhere, as the German troops are right across a field of nothing in another trench. A field known as ‘No Man’s Land.’ This is where the film could’ve went the absolute wrong way. Wonder Woman could’ve said, “but I am not a man.” It could’ve been overly corny or an awfully timed ‘girl power’ moment, and as Diana turned to the camera, I prepared myself for the cringe worthy dialogue that was inbound, but it didn’t come, instead, Diana says, “It’s what I have to do.”
It’s truly a beautifully realized line, and creates the first piece of mental character development she’s had in the entire movie. Wonder Woman steps into the battlefield, and watches bullets whizz by her, and blocks multiple with her bulletproof bracelets of submission. The choice of filming in slow motion pays off as well, it puts all the focus on Diana and every movement seems that much more important. Eventually, the germans unload everything they’ve got on her, and she blocks them with her shield almost effortlessly, creating some of the most powerful images of the year and some of the best visual storytelling as well.
This scene is timeless, and will be an image that no one forgets for years to come, and that is why it was my favorite movie moment of 2017.

 

Freshmen, Take Control

Staff Writer
Hannah Maxwell

Last year in AP Bio, I planted 12 pea seeds. Only six of them grew. The half that did were awesome, the half that didn’t, we had no idea why.
Freshman are like pea seeds. You water them and hope that they all grow up big and strong, but there’s more to it than environment. The factors that will decide if your seed grows are out of your hands. Why does that one seed seem to accidentally grow when another with everything it needed, didn’t.
Freshmen are just starting to bridge the gap between adolescence and adulthood. They still have this cocoon around them. There’s a couple of them that seem destined to be prom kings and queens and others who you hope life is kinder to. In the end, a freshman has to take control of his or her own growth. Part of me wishes I could go back and tell freshman Hannah that she turns out alright. Tell her to keep going, that doing your homework actually does help. I don’t think she’d listen, but at least I could say I tried.
Looking back on it being a freshman was scary, but I found people who were like me in that they weren’t necessarily concerned with high school being the best four years of their lives. They wanted to have fun, while creating a productivity standard and a standard of conduct that I liked, could follow and as a result, I never felt alone. Seniors who gave me the slightest bit of attention, like the star softball player who was in my art class and said hi to me once in awhile, she made a difference. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but she helped me pick my group. She was the type of person I was looking for. Surround yourself with people who have the qualities you’re striving for, set yourself up for success.
People become their friends. If you hang out with a crowd who doesn’t care about school and can’t see the bigger picture, then you are going to become that kind of person. In relationships and friendships you should never settle. Everyone loves attention, but sometimes you have to recognize who is giving you that attention and distance yourself from them.
When you’re always around positive people it makes it easier to be positive. My coach always says, “attitudes are contagious, is yours worth catching?” Sometimes you need to flip the phrase, do you want to have the same attitude as the people around you? High school is a stepping stone, a foundation, not the peak of your life. All this being said, you don’t have to be the same as your friends. You don’t have to be clones. It’s not about having all the same interests, it’s about having the common denominators, productivity and kindness.
Once you get to high school your daily choices really start to affect your reality. Your grades determine your future options. You don’t need to be a 4.0 student, but you do need to challenge yourself and work hard in your classes. When I was a freshman I wish someone would’ve told me that being a good and hard-working person means more than anything else. Who you are is more important than what you’ve done.

 

Farewell Third Hour

Lezille Sagrado
Editor

Taking journalism has definitely been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in high school. Leaving one of my favorite teachers and favorite class is going to suck, and I’m probably not going to find this anywhere else. Journalism changed my perspective on writing and it became something I want to pursue in college. It’s bittersweet to say that this will be the last thing I write for the Kayhi Current. So thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore something that I’ve grown to love. I will never forget the things I learned.

A Wrestler’s Thanksgiving

Joey Karlik
Staff Writer

Twas’ the night before Thanksgiving and everyone exits their schools. The leaves are gone and so are the ghouls. This is usually a special occasion and everyone should join. I should be eating some juicy pork tenderloin. My friends are all eating, but something is flawed. For I did not join them, and the same goes for my wrestling squad. I can’t even eat my own turkey, being cut with the knife. These are the troubles of a wrestling life.
This year is the last time I will ever have to uphold this horrible tradition. I really love eating food, especially this time of year. Wrestlers have a huge responsibility that no other athletes have to truly do, that being to watch our weight. I walk around at roughly 143 pounds but have to be under 139.
People tell me, “Why do you do this to yourself?” or “That’s unhealthy, stop it!” or even “Do you ever eat?” Yes I do eat, just not as much as you. Every year I do the exact same thing, so I know how I’m going to feel that weekend. My thanksgiving dinner consists of a handful of fruit and nut trail mix, a lemonade vitamin water, a couple slices of lunch meat, and half a bagel. That is indulging myself. I shouldn’t even have the bagel. That’s like a special treat to us wrestlers.
As soon as I eat this though, my wrestling coach, a.k.a my dad, tells me to go run tonight so I don’t become too fat. I run for roughly 45 minutes to lose probably just the lunch meat and the water. I feel guilty to walk around with the trail mix inside of me, but I know I will lose it in my sleep.
The next day, I wake up at around 7 being 140 and unsatisfied. Everyone else is still in bed with a food coma that I never got. I sit on the couch and with a protein bar in my left hand and a shot glass-sized cup of water in my right. I raise my right hand to the air and make a toast to myself and say, “Happy Thanksgiving”.
This year though will be slightly different. I will run with more energy, I will eat with pride. I won’t walk around guilty, and I will raise my toast knowing one thing and one thing only, there’s a last time for everything.