Lots of Teachers come and go here

at Larue County High School.

Some may stay and some may

leave. We laugh with our favorites

that have gone. We welcome Mr.

Silva, Mrs. Heil, Mr. Lindsey, and

Mrs. Early with open minds. Let’s

meet the new faces with the year

2011 and the years to come.

Mr. Alfredo Silva - LCHS Span-

ish Teacher will be your

new Spanish I and II in-

structor this school year.

He moved here from

Southern California in an

area located Southeast of

San Diego in a place called the

Imperial Valley. He graduated in

1989 and went to school at a pri-

vate university called The Univer-

sity of San Diego, graduated from

there in 1994, and have been

teaching ever since. Mr. Alfredo

Silva taught at the Elementary

level and at the High School level.

Mr. Silva says “I’m very glad and

LUCKY to be in such a wonderful

educa-

tional

setting.”

New Teachers of LaRue

There’s a lot of new faces around Larue County High School right below.

Volume 1, Issue 1

Talk of the Hawk: A magazine for students by students...

Lauren Heil - LCHS Special Education Teacher is presently in her fifth year of teaching here in Kentucky following a 34-year career of teaching spe-cial education in Illinois. Mrs. Lauren Heil says “She loves the feeling of family here at LCHS and enjoys working with such a wonderful, caring staff.” Mrs. Heil’s hobbies in-clude riding her Harley, going camping and fishing, crochet-ing, playing with her and her husband’s 5 labs, doing cross-word puzzles, and artwork.

Adam Lindsey - Physical Education and Health Edu-cation/Football Coach, is his first year at LaRue Co. High School. He has had 16 years of experience in the classroom. Mr. Coach Lindsey teaches Physical Education and Health Education. He has a Bachelor’s Degree in Physical Education and a minor in Health,

also a Master’s Degree in Health and Secondary Education. I have been a head coach of 6 different sports. First started teaching in Hardin County in 1987. Home town is Bowling Green, Kentucky. He graduated from Western Kentucky University. Has a 4 year letter win-ner at WKU for playing football. Mr. Adam Lindsey said “My favorite thing to do is teach and coach and watch my student/athletes outperform others.”

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Tiffany Early – Spanish Teacher, Mrs. Early says “I am first and foremost proud to be a Hawk!” She’s married to Dr. Joe Early, a professor at Campbellsville University. She moved to Campbellsville, KY after getting married in June. Mrs. Tiffany Early is a graduate of University of the Cumberland’s in Williams-burg, Kentucky. She majored in middle grades education with emphases in Language Arts, Math, and Spanish. Mrs. Early enjoys reading, going to University of Tennessee football games, coaching and judg-ing cheerleading competitions. Well, these teachers sound very happy to be at Larue County High School. Let’s make them feel welcomed. Today after reading this article you’ve learned about the new teachers. Walk up to them start a conversation with them. Be a friend; make them feel welcomed here at Larue.

Tiffany Early helps students with their Spanish .

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Lchs Lchs Lchs By: Erin Duval

By 1856, local journals were referring to baseball as the "national pastime" or "national game". The goal is to score runs by hitting a thrown ball with a bat and touching a series of four ba-ses arranged at the corners of a ninety-foot square, or diamond. Let’s take a look at; the success, the downs,

the coach… of Larue Coun-ty baseball. This LaRue County High School baseball program has been very successful within the region. The nor-mal ranking for this team is “top 5 region contender” and they have only won the region title twice is in the school’s history—in the years of 1969 and 2003. Though the region title has only been reached twice, the LaRue Baseball team has won 10 consecutive district titles, proving to be a very successful program. The returning team for this

season will be the same as last year, minus one start-er from the last season. Last season won 24 games, which they hope to top this year as they begin their season. Staying healthy is a major deal with this program, last year the program lost one of their junior star players, Jesse Johnson, to an injury in-volving his arm. Starting off his senior year, Jesse has taken care of the injury, which required surgery—he is healing and rehabilitating quickly. With Jesse back in-to the program, the LaRue team has potential to be a very good team once again. Though Central Hardin won state last year, the LaRue team is ready to bounce back and beat out the favor-ite. The Coach LaRue County’s Baseball coach, Chris Price, is a graduate of LaRue County

High. Coach Price started varsity here at LaRue and had a scholarship offer to play at Western Kentucky University. Upon this schol-arship and deciding not to play, Price attended ECC for 2 years before transfer-ring to Western for another 2 years. Price has been coaching for 18 years and has been head coach for 8 years, counting this upcoming year. He has been coaching for quite some time as well as teach-ing. Chris Price is a dedicat-ed math teacher here at LCHS. He pushes his stu-dents and his team to be bet-ter, encouraging success. He has never taught or coached anywhere other than here at LaRue County High School.

An inside look

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Academic Time: What is it? By: Dakota White

Academic Time. Most of the students dread-ed what that means: more learning? “Ugh”, was what went through our minds. And as we walked into the school to kick off the new school year, we didn’t know what to expect. But when the time had come to take on this Academic Time, we were pleasantly sur-prised. We get to do nothing for 30 minutes? Sweet. But this Academic Time is more than just a bunch of kids doing nothing for half a class period. So what is Academic Time exactly? “Academic Time is the next step with Inter-ventions (which is help for the students who are struggling in a certain subject),” said Paul M. Mullins, the principal of LaRue County High School. “What started out as Club Schedule eventually grew into Academic Time.” So what was once Interventions only on Friday has become Academic Time, which is every day, and even clubs can meet during this time. Interventions, if you haven’t figured it out by now, is when the school pulls you out of Academic Time to give you better instruc-tion in a certain subject. It also gives you more practice for the horrible, terrible (but useful) thing that is the ACT, which can make or break your chances of getting into the college you want. When asked if he felt that it was ef-fective, Principal Mullins gave a sly smile. “Yes, I do feel that this is effective, but the results will show on the end of the year tests

and on the ACT.” And for those who hate this new Academic Time, you’re in for some bad luck. The school does, in fact, plan on taking this into recurring school years. Aca-demic Time is not just at little ol’ LaRue County High School. Principal Mullins stat-ed that “if not this year, it will be instated in-to Hardin County and Elizabethtown Schools within the next year or so.” So, the Academic Time is taking the area by storm. In the classrooms of Interventions, stu-dents use innovative ways to learn on a sub-ject. For example, the English interventions use a version of the popular game show Who

Wants to be a Millionaire to instruct students on grammar. Whoever wins actually gets one million dollars. Just kidding, they get a gift card. I think. For everyone else, you work on things for your other classes, although the teachers have stressed to me that it is NOT a study hall. Study hall doesn’t count towards the time that a school needs to have to count as a full school day. So don’t call it a study hall and get some work done!

Mrs. Garris plays “Who wants to be a

Millionaire” with students!

Kids engage in notes during Academic

Time.

Students ponder

answers for

academic time

game.

Where are they now? By: Olivia Thompson

After High School, many options become available as to what to do and where to go. Whether it is college or the working force, many previous students at Larue County High School have been working their way upwards in life. Some have wondered where their friends have gone and what has become of their lives. What is their job? Who have they married? With almost 200 students graduating each year at Larue County High School, each one have gone on to choose their own paths in life. A lot of young people, who have had the honors of graduating, have had a lot of the tried and true opportunities of not only their parents, but even their school staff. After the opportunities that Senior Project had pre-sented them, a lot of the graduating students had to open a door to decide where they would choose to go in life. Researching ca-reers and writing out resumes have helped to get jobs or to prepare for college. Some stu-dents chose to go to colleges such as Eliza-bethtown Community College (ECC) and ECTC, or to join the work force immediate-ly. Other had taken a few years off or has had other plans. Brandon Whelan, a previous student at Larue County High School, has taken onto college with a few unexpected mishaps along the way. “Well, I’ve been going to school. Graphic design is a great program. It

sucks because I had to go to school at bad hours so I wasn’t able to work as much. I de-cided to take this fall quarter off so I can af-ford a new car.” Students such as Brandon have had their fair amount of setbacks, also claiming that they “can’t wait to return” but “finals weren’t that awesome”. Other stu-dents have continued schooling, although new surprises had completely changed their life plans. Bradley Weiman, a previous grad-uate from the class of 2007, had told us, “Yeah, I’ve already gotten my associates de-gree and I have my own place. We room-mate though. I go to the gym every day and I got a job at Best Buy for sales returns. I found out I have Daughter on the way, too.” Even though he has a little girl on the way, he plans on continuing schooling and work-ing. As for other graduates, working has been found in their best interests. With jobs rang-ing from car factories, to restaurants and oth-er small business, a lot of previous students have decided to skip college and head right into the work force. Although some jobs, such as classroom instructors may need a certain education qualification to be met, there are other jobs that were recently pre-sented through phone and electric compa-nies. At sources like www.snagjob.com, finding work may not be as hard as ex-pected.

Although many students have had new adventures and new problems on their planned out paths, some of the changes may not have been as bad as thought. Going through life we must all understand that new elements may be expected, and each discomfort we face in life, is but another stepping stone into our futures. In Larue County, the schooling has in-spired students to move ahead through their journey to becoming a successful adult, this is a chance we hope will be taken by all future classes, such as the classes of 2012 and so on.

BOOK CLUB!

By: Lindsey Beckner

So you don’t fit into sports, aca-demic teams, or even the basic cliques? You much prefer to stick your head in a book and drift away to another world. Well, drop The Hunger Games and run on down to the li-brary! It’s the Book Club! The Book Club, headed by Mrs. Loyall and Mrs. Farrar, give students books to read, then they meet to dis-cuss how much they liked the book. According to Mrs. Loyall, they’re reading Thirteen Reasons Why, Frankenstein, and The Book Thief. What if you don’t like the book? Don’t worry, you don’t have to read them, but you get to keep a copy. All it takes it 10$ at the beginning of the year. Are you shy and timid? Don’t like large groups? Not to worry, As of the first meeting, there were only eleven students in Book Club. There is no limit to students joining, so don’t be afraid to get your friend to sign up! Literacy Night, the biggest night of the Book Club’s year. Last year, Mrs. Loyall and the Book Club set up

a one night book-sale, coffee-shop type feeling to the library, and Barnes and Noble opened a book stand, and the Speech Team performed at Litera-cy Night. However, it is unsure if the Book Club could still do it this year,

for financial reasons. Are you leaping out of your seat in excitement? Well, talk to Mrs. Loy-all or Mrs. Farrar to get the all-important club details. Even if you choose not to join, you can still have all the fun by reading a book with your friends!

Don’t be Afraid of the dark, a review By: Jake Lutze

FIRST impressions of the trailer for Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark while watching In-sidious in the theaters, my immediate reac-tion was: “Oh, an Insidious knockoff with Guillermo Del Toro.” The most I expected from the director of Pans Labyrinth was a few fun scares. I knew it was a remake of an old made-for-TV movie, and that movie has a lot of respect, so I was hoping for more than just a knockoff. Luckily, thanks to a solid plot, some superb cinematog-raphy and amazing setting, Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark is not only a different beast, but an arguably superior one to In-sidious. THE PLOT for Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark seems to be, at first a fairly simple fairy tale. What unfolds is both an interest-ing and perverted twist on a childhood tale: the Tooth Fairy. The film opens with a fairly standard pre-film scare, followed by some short but sweet credits. From then on the plot takes the reigns and audience members are just along for the ride. The film stars Sally (Bailee Madison) who has just recently moved in with her father, Alex (Guy Pearce), and his girlfriend Kim (Katie Holmes) into their new, and very creepy home. Sally is very upset with her new living conditions, and as such shuts herself in. A few days later, the family dis-covers that the house has a basement. From there, Sally releases the Faerie folk of yore (not the fairy folk of Nickelodeon) and all hell breaks loose from there. Couple the

child in peril plot with the solid twist ending, and you have yourself an A grade story. THE CINEMATOGRAPHY by Oliver Stapleton is the very first thing you notice about the film. The camera swoops in and around the characters as they go about their relatively

menial day. It consistently catches the action so perfectly as to not reveal everything, but just enough

to keep viewers in the know. The camera never stops doing its job perfectly throughout the entire run time of ninety-nine minutes. One particular scene, the introduction to the house, involves the camera following the spiral staircase up and into the hallway, and it is ab-solutely perfect in the ending. THE SETTING is superb. The initial shot of the house looks (and may very well be) like a watercol-or painting. The grounds around the house are a labyrinth, with twisting, turning hedges and gar-den areas. One particularly note-worthy area contains a fountain with several Koi fish that seem almost out of place as a beacon of light in this otherwise nightmarish home. The film in general looks very much like Guiller-mo’s (arguably) best film, Pans Labyrinth. In fact, that may be the films biggest weak-ness. Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark, while a great film in itself cannot help but live in the shadow of Guillermo Del To-ro’s other child-in-peril dark fanta-sy meets horror flick. You may find it odd that I can mark the set-ting as both a detriment, and one of its strongest features, but once you see it, you will understand exactly what I mean. OVERALL, Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark is a solid, dark fantasy horror. It has just enough moderni-ty to revitalize it from its sequel, yet just enough of the original to stay true. And although there may be com-parisons to Insidious, its’ knowledge of when to let up and non-reliance on jump scares make the film great at any time, not just at the theaters. As much as I love Insidious, I feel as though Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark will be the movie that will be remembered for decades. Give it a watch.

A snapshot of the surprisingly horrify-ing Faerie Folk.

Watch as Sally (Bailee Madi-son) defends herself with a polaroid camera.

All Flesh

Must Be

Eaten By: Kyle Hyatt

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Testing 1 2 3… testing. I guess this is working. My name is Ash in case you were wondering. I am a survivor, one of the few. We are scattered, lost and without hope. Every day is a fight, a fight for human-ity, a fight to survive, a fight against the endless army of darkness. It started not too long ago, maybe a month or so. A medical company made some sort of vaccine that would give people immunity for cancer, Aids, and other diseases. That’s about when things went wrong. People started getting sick on a global scale. Chaos ensued as civilization began falling apart. The worst part, however, came a few weeks later; the dead began to be re-

animated. They became zom-bies, flesh eating zombies, driv-en forward by an unseen whip to consume mankind. As of now I am pinned down with a small band of sur-vivors in what used to be a col-lege football stadium, Papa John’s Stadium I believe. How I got here is a pretty interesting story. I moved to Louisville after dropping out of college, and after that I moved again, picking up a dead end job at a local convenient store in the small town of Hodgenville. At first, the “cure” af-fected only a small portion of the population, and then it be-gan to spread like wildfire, hit-ting the large towns first and then spreading towards the smaller communities. The con-

tagion hit Hodgenville pretty hard, especially on the suburbs outside of town, where most of the people lived. So after the first case was reported in the area there was a quarantine placed around the town. People were moved to “safe zones” but it was only postponing the inev-itable. The Hodgenville quar-antine was built in the town square. I was at home watching the news when the military forc-es, which I assumed were the National Guard, came to relo-cate me. I was placed in a room in one of the buildings surrounding the square, with several others, the room was small and it was pretty packed. Among my “roommates” was my neighbor Paul, who is that neighbor that is always in your business and is really polite yet very obnoxious. Yeah he was that guy. He was not my first choice of roommates. But at least I knew him. The rest were people from neighboring towns and communities, Paul may have been an annoying, over-bearing, and a weirdo but he helped me get through the gru-eling days of confinement. I spent several days in these cramped conditions, with little food and water and basi-cally no space or privacy. The only entertainment we had was a piece of crap TV and one an-other’s company, which wasn’t that entertaining. But then around the week mark, I have lost track of time all the days seem to meld together, some-thing horrifying happened that we would have never expected. It was twilight, the sun was setting and the orange and purple hues gave one last at-tempt to hold on to the day be-fore the dark blue of the night filled the sky. I stared out my window watching the sun dip

beyond the horizon as night fast approached chasing the sun, trying to consume its life giving rays. I gave a deep sigh;

I was tired, very tired. The cold of the fall was

just setting in and the weather

was more bipolar than pregnant

lady watching Titanic. I look

down from my western facing

window to the square down

below. It was a mad house,

troops and police patrolled the

safe zone. A line of people

streamed out of a small

restaurant called Paula’s Hot

Biscuits, which was what we

were using as the mess hall.

Sand bags and fences were

placed at the entrance of the

perimeter. Troops guarded the

entrance around the Lincoln

National bank, which was being

They became zombies, flesh eating zombies, driven forward by an unseen whip to con-sume mankind.

used as the headquarters. The safe zone extended from the bridge to the north and up to the top of the hill to the south, then from the Southern Estates complex to the west and just at the end of the square to the east. It was a tight perimeter yet it was still mass chaos. People were bustling around the quarantine; it reminded

me of Lincoln Days except that this was no time of celebration. Tents where pitched in the grass and parking lots and several campfires littered the small camps below. But the thing that intrigued me the most was that the National Guard had a tank here. But before I could sit there and ponder the issue I felt a hand lay on my back. “How you hold-ing up?” Paul asked. I turned and faced him. The man was pretty short, bald and a little chunky. At the age of 56 though he was in pretty good health and a really nice guy, but he was still annoying. “I’m doing fine Paul.” The last rays of sunlight blink out of existence, swallowed up by the shadows of the night. “How are you doing?” “I’m doin’ alright. Say, is that a tank down there? Now what in the name, would they need a tank for?” “Your guess is as good as mine.” I leaned back on the window seal, the perimeter lights began to flicker into life. Now the tank, the lights, and the troops, only arrived here a few days after the quar-antine was set, the troops only gathered us. I believed at the time that they must be expecting some-thing, something that is dangerous enough for a tank. My initial guess was looters or gangs that were spawned from the anarchy; but the tank seemed a bit overkill for redneck thug with pistols and shot-

guns. I left my window and headed down the stair way down to the main floor, which is where the crappy television was located. And sure enough I found it tuned into the news, which obviously was our only real source of information. Social networking sites were temporarily shut down since the peo-ple running them being relocated and were unable to properly monitor them. Many cell phones didn’t even work properly. I only caught the last bit of the news. “Here in San Diego over one million are now dead and 300,000 are in intensive care. The rest of the cities’ populace is scattered in different counties and several parts of the city. This disease has ravaged the country side killing an innumerable amount. But it only gets worse there are reports of the dead rising from their graves. Experts say this is impossible and those who have sighted these events happening are delusional from the stress. Whether or not these accounts are true we cannot be certain yet. But if they are, may God help us all and stay classy San Diego.” The television flickered and the screen was filled with static. Great just great, everything had gone to hell and now it seemed we were a having zombie problem on the west coast. “That doesn’t sound good.” Paul said, stating the obvious. “No it doesn’t.” I climbed back up the stairs back into my room. I had no idea what the time was, I was guessing about eight thirty but I was still extremely tired. I found my little corner in the room and curled up in my blanket. “Hey Ash.” “Yes Paul?” “Do you think that when this is all over, everything will be normal again?” I didn’t think so; I

thought we were all going to die a slow and painful death. But I couldn’t tell him that, I just couldn’t. It was one of those situations, like the ones where parents have to tell their kid that their pet died but they don’t want to so they just say the pet ran away or the sent him to live in a summer camp with oth-er pets. His voice sounded hopeful and innocent, much like that of a child’s. “Yes Paul, I do think everything will go back to normal.

TO BE CONTINUED ON PAGE 26. . . .

The Music Within

LCHS

LC student taste in music is as varied as the students are from rock to country to R&B. LC students use music as a way to cope with the world. LC students have varied tastes of the genres of music for you to see as we explore. LC students cope with life through the lyrics of the many genres of music that dominate their lives. Fellow student Cody says “Music is an escape,” while Lauren “[can] relate to them.” It’s easier to see the variety through the students eyes when you look at it in this way: “[music] is my sedative” Lindsey Beckner states proudly. As where Jake Lutze thinks “[music] lets me jam out,” and that makes him one of the unique ones and Kyle Hyatt thinks that it is a “simple en-joyment.” The students reasons vary for listening to music from “[music] makes me feel better,” to “I can relate to them,” to “[music] helps me concen-trate.” As for taste LC students listen to “a little bit of everything.” That ‘everything’ specifying music from R&B, Country, Rock, Pop, Christian, alternate, and to many other genres. From Erin who has “a playlist that’s random…” to Olivia who “like[s] psychedelic types of music like the Beatles, and MGMT.” When asked, the students reply to the question “What is music to you in your life?” we receive many differentiating opinions from them. From “inspiring….art” all the way to “let[ting] me jam.” It’s so varied that you al-most wonder how ‘Lil Wayne and country can mix. “[Music] is an escape” or “simple enjoyment,” or it can be “a way to concentrate” on those flustered days. Being told through a lyrical sense, they’re about as different as different can be. No two people listening to the same exactly genres of music. And with diversi-ty comes personality, leaving you with a better feel of the student’s music taste at LCHS.

By: Renee Patrowicz

Is acebook the new

drug? By: Renee Patrowicz

Do you ever wonder how many people are on Facebook? Maybe you don’t wonder about it, or maybe you’ve only thought about it once or twice. How many people actually thrive on Facebook for their every-day life? How many are on for the applica-tions (Sims, City-Ville, Farmville, etc. You know them if you play them), and how many people are on for their friends? All these thoughts may cross your mind once, and then you think “oh, I don’t care.” and continue on with your daily life like it was never even there. But how addicted to Facebook are YOU? How long do you spend on there every day? Studies show from digitalbuzzblog.com that Facebook is used by 1 in every 13 people on earth. Ac-cording to one LCHS student “I’m logged on all the time and I spend at least two hours a day on Facebook.” Pretty insane, don’t you think? Facebook has to be one of the most popular interactive chatting sites on the internet, and we know it just gets worse day by day. Did you know that 57% of people talk to people more online than they do in real life? What does that say about society? Are we falling prey to this internet drug? The average Facebook user has about 130 friends, but soon enough that too will ex-pand. 48% of all 18-34 year olds check Fa-

cebook when they first wake up; 28% of

those doing it in bed. 200 million people access Facebook via mobile phone (Facebook Mobile). Lauren Kells, a LCHS senior says, “I’m on it at least 3 hours a day.” And the application rate is insane as well; seeing as most of them are for the

phone. The top rated application as of now is City-Ville having just about 105,490 people join it per day; not weeks, days. Nearly 20 mil-

lion applications are installed per day; and

over 250 million people will interact with Facebook from outside the official website on a monthly basis. So, what is your opinion? Are we as people addicted, or not? People get on for friends, for family, for games, and for entertain-ment. It is completely something that can occupy your time. Whether or not it’s a drug, well, that’s up to you.

Some call it madness. Some call it insanity. Most call it homecoming week. This crazy

mess of school spirit is an event most people look forward to, mainly for the chance of getting

to look totally ridiculous for school. The days change from year to year, with this year’s selec-

tion going from Nerd Day to Kindergarten Day, and as always, Blue and White Day, where the

school is decked out in blue and white to support the football team charging into battle to fight

for the win.

Then there are the floats, and homecoming court. Each homecoming, each class has a

competition; dress up the best and the most, and the class committee makes a float that rep-

resents a creative idea. These floats are then entered in a contest where people judge them in

order to find the best one out of the four classes. Whatever class wins this earns the Spirit

Stick and a spot in the Lincoln Days parade.

The competitions are then celebrated in an often hilarious (and probably painful) set of

games at the Pep Rally. These include the Relay Race, Sack Race, and Three-Legged Race,

along with other games that will determine the more athletic and brave of the classes. These

produce winners, who have bragging rights until next year as well. Highlights included the

freshman class winning more than they were expected to, the seniors taking home the most

wins, and senior Michael Geary almost receiving a concussion when he fell down during a race

in a fit of dizziness.

The football team charges into battle to fight for glory and the all-important win. Every

senior on the team has to have the desire to win on their night. As the celebrations of home-

coming preceded the fight, the cheers of the LaRue County faithful guide their pride to the

win, to the satisfaction of being heroes to the school. Once again, the Hawks proved victori-

ous on the field, pushing to a narrow 17-14 win over Warren East High School.

And finally, the homecoming queen. A beautiful and high achieving senior girl is voted to

be the homecoming queen, which seniors vote in order to represent their class as an overall

achiever, and a symbol of their work, and more or less, a leader and role model that everyone

should look up to. This year was won by Megan Smith, who had been elected to homecoming

court on more than one occasion. She beat fellow seniors Jamie Price, Amelia Miller, and

Homecoming 2011Homecoming 2011 By: Dakota White By: Dakota White

Seniors win the competition

2011 Homecoming Queen Megan Smith

The Freshman girls

get ready for tug-

of-war.

Senior Class Committee at the game.

Fashion today is all about many different things one can think of, and so many people are dif-ferent with from what the wear, how it expresses them and many different things. The students of LCHS know how to look good. The boys of LCHS Their style of today usually consists of athletic wear (gym shorts, t-shirt) and nice dress clothes (polo, jeans, and suit). Boys really do not care what they wear, because they aren’t like girls, but they still like to look nice for the ladies. “I see what is clean, then close my eyes and pull out 2 things,” says Jacob Lutze. “Why does [what you wear] matter?” he asks. The girls of LCHS The students of LCHS know how to look good and the fashion of LCHS girls consist of dress-es, jeans, shorts, Sperry’s and etc. “Tunics, the things we wear with leggings [are really stylish right now],” says Erin Duvall. Females re very picky with what they wear around school and around other girls because, if it’s not something they will wear, then they will just laugh and make fun of how you dress . Olivia Thompson says, “I pick out whatever will keep people from making fun of me.” But, other girls pick out clothes to suit a certain mood. “What I wear gives me confidence,” says Amber Carrier, an LCHS junior. Originality The students of LCHS have so many ways to make their own styles original. “Wear whatever fits your personality,” says Duvall. To make something original as your own you could use things such as accessories like a headband in your hair to a ring or some shiny fashionable bracelets. Anything you add to what you’re wearing will be your own originality and nobody will be the same. Mixing styles could also be used such as a nice pair of slacks with a pair of converse tennis shoes or even a ripped pair of jeans with a nice blouse. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, if you are confident, you’ll look great,” says Carrier. Overall fashion is about being yourself and not letting anybody tell you other wise and let fashion be your own.

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Café LaRueCafé LaRue By: Amber Carrier

What do students think of the new menu and design for the LCHS Cafeteria?

What students think of the new menu & design for LCHS.

Starting the year 2011-2012 with a new healthier Menu and Café. “The Café was designed to have a look and feel of being more College Campus style, a more adult look for our high school students.” Say’s Angie Kee a member of our LCHS café. 60% of the LCHS student body like the new look and feel of this College Campus style, 17% dislikes and the other 42% don’t really care for the New Café for LaRue. I asked the student body a couple questions about the New Café and menu. One of the questions was: “what do you think about the new breakfast and lunch menu?” 21% like the new menu, 41% dislike the menu. I also asked for comments on the topic of the Café LaRue. An anonymous student states “I don’t see why they spend thousands on lap-tops and the New Café but they can’t give us more options to choose from at breakfast and lunch they took food away. It’s a waste of money.” Angie Kee also states “The menu isn’t new; there is a healthier approach with a lot more fruits and

fresh vegetables and cut back on fats and calories,” Angie re-plied to the anonymous student saying “It’s not a matter of more vs. less eating healthy is what’s important. New guide lines concerning fats and calories have made a big change in what school lunch is today.” A Typical School Lunch Menu

Most schools try to ensure that kids get some of the U.S. Department of Agriculture-required foods groups with their lunch. These food groups include meat, vegetables, grains, dairy and fruits. One of our choices at LCHS is Loco Taco w/lettuce, tomato & cheese or Chicken Tenders & Roll or Premium Turkey Deli Sub or Baked Taco Shell Salad &Choice of Two: Sweet Baked Potato Half, Pinto Beans, Chilled Pear Half, and Yogurt Fruit Parfait. Trina Phillips say’s “Food could still be a little better. They should have used money from re-designing, on

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About Healthy School Lunch Menus:

In recent years, childhood obesity has become an American epidemic. Rising rates of childhood obesity have promoted increased attention to the healthfulness of the school menus, according to the Physicians Committee for Responsible Med-icine, or PCRM. According to the PCRM, school lunches should offer low-fat veg-etarian and vegan entrees and side dishes to us students on a regular basis. Facts and Statistics state that plant- based meals are typically higher in fiber and lower in calories than meals that are meal-based. We students need to be thankful that our school LCHS is trying to plan and schedule out a healthier menu so we don’t be-come obese. Logan Grant said, “We need better food. The new café is nice, but the food sucks. And for some students that’s all they get to eat.” I disagree with what Logan said because if those students know that that’s the only meal they will be eating that day you figured they would speak up and tell someone cause at LCHS we have a Special Dietary Needs. This states if your child has needs for a special diet, your family physician must complete with signature a Special Dietary Needs Form. You may obtain this form from your school nutrition manager. The complet-ed form is to remain on file in the office of the school nutrition manager. If your one of those students goes to the café and asks to speak with Mrs. Angie Kee I’m sure she would love to help. What are Your Thoughts Now?

My thoughts of the new café are incredible. Our cafeteria last year was old,

and plain Jane. The only reason the student body misses it is because lunch time is

us High School student’s only free time so says some teachers and in a way they

feel that’s been taken from them. Seventy-four percent of the student body has an-

swered “no” to the question “Do you like the new seating arrangements?” Seating

four to a table is insane considering you have a little over hundred people in that

Cafeteria, trying to get their food, and talk with friends. On other students mind is

the new menu this year it is disliked by 41% of the student body. Some say food

was taken, but some say it’s healthier for us students at LCHS. In this article my

point was to show you that the Café LaRue is where you can express yourself and

eat healthy. If there is something you don’t like about the Café LaRue and the new

menu, then follow up to the sidebar on the left of the spread.

.Salsa En ESpanol By: Jorge Venegas

Recently, Mr. Venegas’s Spanish class took a li8le break from

the classroom environment to learn about different types of salsa.

Students had class in the foods lab to learn how to prepare three

types of salsas. The salsas they prepared were: salsa verde (green

salsa), salsa roja (red salsa) and salsa fresca (fresh salsa). The stu-

dents brought in the ingredients and they were instructed to pre-

pare the salsas. A<er preparing each type of salsa, the students

then wrote a recipe for each type both in English and in Spanish.

Much fun was had preparing the food and a<erwards school staff

members stopped by to sample the freshly made salsa. Assis�ng

with prepara�on were Mrs. Venegas and Mrs. Silva.

Mr. Venegas’s class takes a break

from class to “spice it up a bit.”

Señor Venegas dicing a tomato

for salsa roja.

Any Human Heart A Review

By: Lindsey Beckner

In Any Human Heart, we follow Logan Mountstuart throughout his life to see how people change over time. Written in a journal format, the book tells a story of a man every guy wants to be and every girl hopes to be with. Per-haps this is what held it back from being a great book, due to its overly active hero. As human as Logan is, he does far too much in his life, more than any human could possibly have done. He remarries several times, works with British Intelligence, lives on an island in the Bahamas, and has several careers. That has to be the only unrealistic trait of the book, but is an annoyingly obvious one. The book is entertaining enough, with a crea-tive, unpredictable plot, a cast of completely believable characters, and leaves the reader with a peculiar sense of fulfillment. Plenty of references for the readers that love history, ro-mance for Nicholas Sparks’ fans, and reality to make you actually believe your reading some-body’s journal. Let’s be cliché for a second be-cause the reader will laugh, they’ll cry, and they’ll all like this book to some degree. Overall, a great read. I recommend this to peo-ple who used to read the ‘Dear America’ jour-nals or simply want something to pass the time. You can find this book on Amazon, E-bay, the Nelson County public Library, and Barnes and Noble website as an E-Book.

Ghost house in Hodgenville?

By: Olivia Thompson

Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever heard voic-es when no one was there? Have you ever heard footsteps in the dark? Those things that go bump in the night are all too common. The “other side” is all around us as we go day by day. Throughout Hodgenville, Kentucky, there have been several sightings of the paranormal, whether it’s small businesses or even the homes we live in. The more they become apparent, the more the questions become raised as to “Who are these creatures?” and “Can we talk to them?” Some wonder if it’s possible that they can com-municate with these beings. With a little over just 14,000 people in Larue County, as stated from www.quickfacts.census.gov, a large percentage still have doubts about whether or not these claimed “sightings” can be trusted or not. A lot of young people in the area mention sightings more frequently. Photographs present us with visual images as well as verbal appeals. A building that has had an encounter with a pos-sible spirit from the “other side” is the Lincoln Hotel in Buffalo, Kentucky. Built in the 1880’s, it has had its fair share in historical moments. Said to be a simple ho-tel designed to represent Abraham

Lincoln, it also has its fair share of secrets, including its hidden past use as a brothel. Amy Druen, a local student at the Larue Coun-ty Middle school, is the neighbor to this interesting hotel. After in-terviewing her and her family, we’ve discovered that she’s had a paranormal sighting as well, de-scribing seeing an apparition in the hotel. “There’s broken glass in one of the windows down there. Sometimes I see an old woman sitting in there.” Druen also describes the woman as be-ing “old with dark shoes with her hair up. She looks tired and she only comes around sometimes, but mostly in the afternoons.” The apparition claimed to be seen by Amy “walks around or sits and rocks back and forth”. Through recent discover-ies in paranormal researching, scientists have found that spirits such as the one described in the hotel of an elderly woman, can be lost on their journey to the other side of the paranormal world. Most “ghosts” that are seen can usually be described as interactive anonymous spirits who manifest in a location that they were once attached to before passing away. These spirits can be seen time and time again, replaying an event or action that once took place in the

home or area, like a movie clip. Scientists have been creating new technology to study the abilities of spirits in any location, which can be proof of the actions of ghosts. Technology such as EVP, or electric voice phenomenon and EMF detectors can be used to not only capture the voices of these spirits, but also measure the amount of energy they are putting out into the atmosphere. Evidence such as the paranormal challenges put forth by the JREF (James Randi Educational Foundation) is also proof that there can be unex-plainable phenomenon captured by scientific equipment. As for the ghosts of Hodgenville, there are still many citing’s taking place in homes and farm houses. Buildings such as the Lincoln Hotel, still hold evi-dence of the past of Larue County that has been unturned for over 100 years. The exciting lives of past historical figures, such as Abraham Lincoln, have brought in tons of stories and moments taking place in history, making our small town an epicenter for paranormal activity.

A photo of the Lincoln hotel

(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 11) normal.” I rolled over and shut my eyes tight. “Good, my father always told me that if you believe that the worst will happen and do nothing to stop it the worst will happen. But if you believe the best will happen and you do some-thing to make it so it may not always happen but you still have to try.” I heard his footsteps de-scend down the stairs, I wish I could have thanked him for the advice, but I never got the chance to. I slept for what felt like a split second, and then the sound of gunshots brought me back. I jolted out of bed, if you can call my little roll of blankets a bed. I silently positioned myself to the window and I scanned the area to see what was going on. The National Guard troops were forming up and positioning themselves around the perimeter, and the tank roared into life. “What the hell?” I ran down stairs, as more bullets were shot into the night. I happened to be the first awake, but others began to stir; as well as something else in the night. I reached the outside and I

saw a squad of troops standing near the Lincoln statue at the heart of town. “Hello, excuse me!” One of the guards turns to address me. “Sir please head back inside.” “No, not until someone tells me what the hell the shooting is for. And why do you have a Goddamn tank?” “Sir it is just a precaution and I need you to go back inside.” He motioned back to the building I emerged from. “A precaution from what?” A voice from an unknown origin screamed in our direction. “Lieutenant get your men to the bridge quickly, they have almost broken through there!” The trooper simply nodded, not even attempting to find out where the order originated from. “Okay squad move out, Carter, Smith, Johnson take the left side. Pope, Lovings follow me on the right.” I grabbed the soldier’s arm, “A precaution from what?” He gestured for me to follow him. We went down to the bridge, which was only a few feet away and he motioned to what the other soldiers were shooting at. I saw the outline of something. They seemed to shamble around, as though off balanced and stiff legged. But then I noticed, to my horror that they were people. “You’re shooting people!” “No, look again.” I saw a different solider shoot at a man, he hit him about ten times in the chest and the man still didn’t go down. “What are those things?” The solider stared out at the battle and whispered only a couple words. “The undead.” I stared in disbelief and horror. The undead, zombies. It seemed as though a b-rated horror film had come to life, right before my eyes. As far as I could tell there was an uncountable amount of the walking dead, an endless horde bent of the consumption of flesh and tissue. Never ending and nev-er tiring. “Sir I recommend that you go inside and leave the job to us.” I silently nodded and turned around to go back to my corner. Then I heard a scream, a blood curdling scream. I snapped around to find the source and I saw one of those beasts gnawing at the throat of a guardsman, ripping out his trachea and blood exploding like a grenade. The solider that I was next to lifted his rifle and opened fire. The first two shots hit the thing in the shoulder and the chest but the third hit it in the skull, dropping it like a brick of lead. “You have to hit them in the head to keep them down, if not the get right back up and eat your friends. Now go!” I turned and ran back to my “residential” building. Other people were waking, trying scop-

ing out what was going on, or attempting to at least. The police that weren’t fighting were trying to

keep

people back and away from the monstrous horde that approached our meager settlement. I heard the boom of that tank firing a shot into the thick of the dark tide. I was hoping it had a decent effect on the zombies but I never got to see the damage it dealt, if there was any at all. I ran into Paul at the top of the stair. “What is going on out there?” “Well Paul,” I gasped, “it looks like the zombie apocalypse is happening and we are caught in the thick of it.” He gave me a very skeptical look. “Look for yourself.” I followed him out the door. The battle had been going on for a few minutes by then. We were losing. The bridge was holding as well as the hill to the north, be-cause the defenders were using the large church as a bastion of defense. Thankfully there was no undead threat pressing from the east, but the west was where everything went sour. The forces there were already pushed back to the squares’ perimeter. We only had so many men and one tank, but the zombies just seemed to materialize from the darkness. “Hey! Hey! You there can you help me?” Someone hollered for me, the voice seemed almost melodic in a sense even though it was a cry of desperation and terror. I turn to see where this mysterious voice emerged from and I see my less than pleasant neighbor’s granddaughter. My other neighbors were a pair of seemingly harmless old folk. They always keep their lawn nice, short and green; their cars were always shiny and they have a small dog that is smaller than a football. You know what

I am talking about, the stereotypical nice old couple that everyone likes. But I despised them! When I first moved in the old lady used to watch me from their window and they used to read my mail. Last time I checked that was very illegal. So I am not on good terms with them. Then to make matters worse they have a really, really attractive granddaughter, Cynthia, which so hap-pens to be my age, 24, and she had black hair that went down to her shoulders. She had emerald green eyes and she was kind of on the short side. Cynthia had a bad side as well; she is really blunt, for lack of better words. For

instance the one time asked if she was going to the high school football game. She responded as such, “No and even if I was I wouldn’t go with you.” From then on I never really talked to her but there she was, unfortunately. “Hello Cynthia and what brings you out on such a fine night such as this?” “Can it, I am not in the mood for your smart-ass comments.” “Sorry. But what seems to be the matter except the obvious fact that we are about to be eaten alive a bunch of zombies? “What are you babbling about? I thought I saw my grandparents in the crowd over there.” When the contagion first hit her grandparents both got infected and they died on the day of the relocation. “I don’t under-stand, they’re dead. I saw them die. How can they be in the crowd? And why are the soldiers shooting at them?” “Okay I am going to sound very insane so stay with me here. That is a zombie horde, yes the dead are rising. From what I understand, your grandparents are still dead, but they’ve been reanimated.” Why couldn’t they just stay dead? I would be happier if Hitler or Stalin came back as a zombie. And before anything else could have been said, the zombies broke through the line of soldiers. Like moths to a flame they flooded the area filling it with blood and tears. In their terror people began to

stampede, many people were trampled. Many people were surrounded and consumed by the horde. These zom-

bies weren’t like the norm that we

see in movies, these ones were like swarms of locus or packs of piranha consuming whatever food source they could find down to the bones. “We need to run.” Paul said. All three of us bolted for the church on the hill. Paul lagged behind from the beginning and as we got halfway up the hill, he tripped and fell on his face, busting his nose. Several zombies turned and noticed Paul, it was like they could smell the blood much like a shark can. It so happens that one of these zombies was Cynthia’s grandmother. Oh sweet, sweet karma. The zombies turned and ran in their odd stiff legged sort of way. Honestly I wouldn’t call it a run; it

was more like power walking. But they got to Paul quicker than we expected. Their decomposed faces ex-pressed only hunger and urgency as they closed the distance between them and their helpless prey. Paul tried to pull himself up but the pack was already upon him. For being shambling corpses they moved surprisingly quick. “Paul!” “Help!” The zombies grabbed hold of his legs and dragged him a couple feet. “Help me please!” I began to run down there but Cynthia stopped me. “You don’t even have a weapon, what could you do?” She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. “Oh God help me!” I could see tears running down his face as the beast began biting into his body. “Why! Ash, please Ash! AHHH!” his screams became muffled out by the sound of ripping and chewing. It was the most disgusting sound I have ever heard, the greedy chewing and slurping, I nearly vomited. I could make out one final cry of my name before the only sound was that of them devouring him. I scanned the area for something, anything that I could use to get back at those things for eating my friend. I may have not liked him at times, but he was still a really nice guy, annoying but he always helped when I needed it and I couldn’t do the same when he needed me. I failed him. I failed myself and because of it Paul paid the ultimate price, and no one, not even the foulest of human beings deserves that death, especial-ly not Paul; definitely not Paul. I spied a wooden palette that they used to bring food on. I ran over and snapped off a piece of wood and I made sure a nail was in it. “Ash what are you doing?” I didn’t even answer. I broke into a full run at the zombie cluster. “Ash!” Cynthia’s former grandmother was munching on what remained of Paul. She turned and gave me a sort of hiss, growl, and moan thing. But I didn’t stop. While she was still crouched I took my wooden plank and in mid run swung with all my might, nail leading. I make contact with her head and sent her spiraling. Is it wrong that I enjoyed smashing an old ladies face with a wooden board? The other zombies looked up from their meal and began to rise as well. I grabbed one’s head and slammed it into the ground and stomped its face in with my foot. The other I grabbed by the lower jaw and the back of the head and snapped its neck in one fluid motion. Contrary to popular belief you can snap a zom-bie’s neck and kill it. What happens is you snap the spinal cord and voila! You have severed communication to the brain and therefor killing the zombie. “Ash, get up here fast!” I turned around and I saw a lot of zombies coming my way. And because my

life is horrible and my karma atrocious they were pretty much right up on me and the old lady zombie began

to pull itself up. I smashed my former neighbor in the back of the head with the wood finishing her off. Then I

do what everyone else does in these situations; I run like hell. I heard a rumbling sound come from the top of

the hill; it sounded like a car engine. To my surprise I saw an ambulance speed down

the hill, missing me thankfully, and then ramming through the horde of zombies that was approach-ing, sending many flipping and spiraling into the air and crushing others underneath the tires. “What in hell?” I saw a short man with short black hair and a round face, sitting in the driver seat. I assumed that the man was Latino. The ambulance came to a halt because of the mound of zombie corpses underneath the tires and in the grill. The medic jumped out of the driver’s door, which is on the side facing up the hill. “Run man run!” I broke off into a sprint, with Cynthia and this other guy following suit. Even though this guy was pretty vertically challenged he caught up to me pretty quickly. “Who are you?” “The names Matt, I am formally a paramedic. And you are?” “Ash, formally nothing of importance.” “Nice to meet you.” We got to the church and from what I can tell the soldiers are still hold-ing on inside. A guard opened the door when we arrive, he ushered us in quickly. We entered a small room off to the side. I leaned up against the window to catch my breath. Then I heard a smashing and I felt hands grab hold of me. I hit my head against the side of the window and then all went black. All I hear before I went out cold was the sound of Cynthia screaming and the firing of a gun. That and Matt saying “I have to save you again, man?” I woke up. The sun was up, it seems about noon. I rose into a sitting position and I scoped out my surroundings. I was still in the church and all was quite. I saw Matt holding an M-16, peering out the window. “Hey Matt what is going on?” He shushed me. Cynthia was also holding an M-16 and was sitting next to the door. “All clear” Matt said. He looked at me. “Okay, all the soldiers are dead for starters as well as everyone else from what I can tell.” Great. “Also there are a few straggling zombies but nothing we can’t take care of with these babies.” He rubbed his hand across the rifle. “We need to get out of here.” Cynthia said. “Then what are we going to do? We are survivors of the initial phase of the zombie apoca-lypse. We are now doomed to walk this wasteland, wandering the shell of society. While attempting to survive the onslaught of the elements and the unending, undead horde that’s roaming this land like a plague. All the while striving hold on to what culture and humanity we have left. Getting out of here is only the first of our problems.” “Well that seems to be a fair assessment Matt.” I replied. “So what are we going to do?” Cynthia asked. I pulled myself up. I staggered a little but I continued to rise. I found a shotgun in the corner. I picked up the gun. I pumped it. To be continued…

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21st Century publishing21st Century publishing21st Century publishing By: Jake Lutze

In a world without literary merit, in a land composed entirely of shallow-ness, where all expression by students is squandered immediately, there is but one outpost of creativity. In this land of high school, there is but one glimmer of hope, one beacon of valor, one blade of light to cut through the darkness of dull school papers. That glimmer of hope is 21st Century Publishing! Our main goal in life is to bring you, the readers, a well-produced school newspaper filled with exciting short-stories, informative articles and maybe even a review or two! The course 21st Century Publishing isn’t entirely accurate. We do more than just publish this magazine you’ve never heard of, let alone ever read. The other half of 21st Century Publishing is a course in creative writing. Before writing articles for a paper that will rarely be read, we generally start out every day by scribbling down some literary nonsense into out journals. One of our as-signments every nine weeks is a creative piece of our choice. Most of our focus, however, remains with this beloved magazine, Talk of the Hawk. For nine weeks every quarter, our group of ten students toil away to bring you the best we can four times a year. Each student in the class has done two articles (except our editor, Cody Thompson), bringing the total to twenty carefully crafted articles that will pertain to you, the student. Among these articles there is an exciting short story about the zombie apocalypse in Hodgenville by Kyle Hyatt, and a rundown on the new and con-fusing Academic Time by Dakota “Karl” White. Other than that there is a de-scription of all of the new teachers here at Larue by Amber Carrier, as well as a movie review of Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark by yours truly. There are a host more articles throughout the paper, but I can’t keep raving about them forever. On the whole, 21st Century Publishing and its magazine, Talk of the Hawk, is a way for kids to not only reach out through the writing process, but also improve their skills in the craft. Our magazine has been carefully construct-ed through articles selected to provide you, the student with fun and free infor-mation about all of the things you care about.

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