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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.

Reality Check

Jenna Miller
Staff Writer

The worst news I had ever heard came from a radiologist, and now thats what I want to be.
Going into the medical field is such a great thing, and everyone is always so proud when you say you want to be in that field. But what they don’t understand, and don’t think of, is the hard part of it.
Going to work everyday, doctors and nurses and even radiologists not only have the ability to save someone’s life and to make it better, but also can destroy it in just a few words. And that’s the part that no one takes into consideration. It’s all about saving lifes, but no one sees what happens behind the scenes.
My perception on the medical field has changed. Growing up, and until the beginning of this year, I thought that going in that direction was going to be fun, somewhat easy. I soon realized that some parts will be fun, and no part of it is going to be easy.
Since I’ve been taking a CNA course, I’ve realized that it’s not all fun and games. I’ve been exposed to the worst parts of the medical field without even having to experience it myself.
Driving home from practice, school, or even just going on a drive, I find my mind wandering off into unknown territory. I get burdened with the questions ‘why are we here on this earth?’ or ‘what comes after we take our last breath?’
All of us kids are trying to find out where we stand on this earth. So we’re left by ourselves as a human trying to figure out the most important things in life. Teachers are trying to tell me to do journalism and learn about the government, all while trying to keep up with my CNA work. In the meantime here I am thinking about dying, what happens afterwards and how I’ll cope with those questions in my chosen field.
In a way, everyone has to deal with the potential worst part of a job. With being a Vet means dealing with sick animals, Police have the burden of dealing with bad guys and the possibility of being shot on site. Fisherman have the fish to worry about, and what’s going to happen if they don’t catch anything. I found that choosing a career is not about the job title, it’s the job description.
But I’m a senior and I don’t want to think too much about that. I just want to sit here, eat my Pop Tart and think about cheer practice.

Is the door to my room closed?

Illustration by Isabella Schreckhise

Jared Valentine
Staff Writer

A year or so ago, I would spend 15 minutes of every morning running in circles around my room touching different objects chasing this feeling that everything could be “just right”. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to catch it. I have OCD.
If you’ve ever heard anyone say ‘I’m a bit OCD’ or ‘I think I have OCD’ then trust me they’re not – and they don’t.
It’s fun to joke around about how clean your room is, or how you like to double check that the stove is off, but the real disorder is absolute torment.
Say I leave my house. Any regular person would have no problem just grabbing their keys and going to wherever they need to go. I, however, and millions of other people in the US alone will instead be bombarded and almost irresistibly compelled to act on thoughts like:
Did I REALLY turn the stove off?
Is the door to my room closed?
Are all the lights off?
Did I check the TV?
Is the drier off?
Is it still warm? Could it catch fire if it’s still warm?
What about the washing machine?
I checked the washing machine yesterday so I must check it again today or else…
Is the back door locked?
Did I check?
Should you check again just in case the key didn’t work properly?
And so on…
The same severity can be applied to other mental disorders like depression. It’s fun to ironically say you want to die or your depressed, but living with the real deal is no easy task.
It can be hard to explain how depression feels to someone who has not experienced it. One of the common misunderstandings about depression is that it’s similar to feeling sad or down.
Although many people with depression feel sadness, it feels much more severe than emotions that come and go in response to life events.
The symptoms of depression can last for months or years and can make it difficult or impossible to carry on with daily life. It can disrupt careers, relationships, and daily tasks such as self-care and housework.
While I personally do not and have not had depression, it comes with a variety of difficulties including these: There’s no pleasure or joy in life. Concentration or focus becomes harder. Everything feels hopeless, and there’s no way to feel better. Self-esteem is often absent. Sleeping may be problematic. Energy levels are low to nonexistent. Food may not seem appetizing. Food may be used as a comfort or coping tool. Aches and pains may be present.
These are just two of the variety of mental disorders that cause unimaginable problems from those suffering and are nothing to be joked about.
If you do genuinely or even slightly believe your might be one of those suffering it’s important to seek help immediately; however, if you aren’t have a little more respect, offer more support, and pay more attention to the daily struggles of those who are.