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When thinking about somebody who has had a posi-tive impact on my life, my fi rst thoughts go to someone who has been there by my side through everything, my dad. However, if it is simply a question of impact alone, then that person surely must be my mom.

When imagining what it means to be a mother, I would guess that most envision a caring fi gure who unconditionally loves and supports her children. Some-one they can come home to and share their secrets without fear of judgment. Someone who provides comfort in times of hurt and encouragement when things are hard. Someone who would be willing to

drop everything for them. This, unfortunately, does not describe the relationship between my mother and I.

For me, a mother means dealing with the remnant of a broken family. It means hearing screaming voices alternate with dead silence, and being taught lessons over frivolous things at the drunken hands of a woman in a pitiful rage. It means coming home to someone who can’t offer comfort because she is already too far gone to remember who I am. This is my understanding of a mother.

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Tomball High School30330 Quinn Rd.

Tomball, TX 77375

Dear Editor,I want the school to encourage

students to participate in any ac-tivities or � ne arts that they want.

� roughout my high school life I have participated in band, volleyball, track, and art. � ese experiences have allowed me to have friends and memories from a variety of sources. However, I was constantly told by counselors and coaches that I couldn’t par-ticipate in all these things. � ey threatened me with the idea of not graduating.

However, I proved them wrong. I have just enough credits to graduate and I get to do all the things I love. I owe these experi-ences to people like Mr. Downey and Coach McQuary who were � exible enough to share the time I had with other communities.

My brother didn’t get the same experience. He always dreamed of being in cross country but because he was in marching band, the coach wouldn’t even give him the chance.

I want coaches, teachers, and all sta� to encourage those who want to participate in numerous � ne arts and sports. Jenny Martin

Dear Jenny,I think that’s awesome. You

only go to high school once, and while you’re there you should experience everything it has to o� er. Not only that, but it allows you to completely � gure out what you love and want to pursue a� er high school, which, a� er all, is the point of extracurricular activities.

It’s especially important to give credit to your teaches and coach-es who are willing to work with

you. A teacher should be some-one who’s main goal is to help you through high school and encour-age you to be all that you can.

� e only downsides be � nding time to balance all of these things with academics, family, work and friends. � at can be di� cult, but with a good support system those things are more than possible. I suggest your brother be per-sistent, and maybe show him this letter. I wish you and your broth-er the best! Rain Shanks

Co-editor and cheif

Dear Editor,I like C lunch. I like the bell

schedule. I also like chicken noodle soup, but I’m sure you already knew that. Although I like all these things, there is one thing I have a problem with, and that, my friend, is the elevator. I hate elevators... Please help me.

Sincerely, Mykheal Taylor

Dear Mykheal,I’m sorry to hear about your

phobia of elevators. However, they are an essential part of every two-story building. What would happen if you ever broke your leg? Hopefully this will never happen, but if it does, you must either overcome your fear, or crawl up the main stairs every day just to get to English class.

I think students would be hor-ri� ed to see a boy wiggling up the stairs for ten minutes, trying to reach the top.

On a happier note, I am glad that you like C lunch and the bell

schedule. But I am even gladder, exuberant even, that you also like chicken noodle soup.

I was actually not aware of this, but I will be sure to take note of it, because having a re� ned taste for Campbell soups is a star quali-ty that not many people possess.

Sincerely,Leanne Haas, Co-editor-in-chief

Dear Editor,I just wanted to let you know

that the morning video an-nouncements are way more in-teresting than over the speaker. I wish you did that every morning. It would make our day way better.

Sincerely,Victoria Clayton

Dear Victoria,I agree, the video announce-

ments always give students something to look forward to on Tuesday and Friday mornings, and I think that students tend to pay attention to them more when in video form.

I think it would be great if all of our announcements were done this way, but the problem with this is that the video jour-nalism sta� is just not large and experienced enough to be able to produce videos every day.

� e upside to having only two videos per week, though, is that it gives the students more time to come up with entertaining ideas, and to put together the Dance Party Friday videos that every-body loves.

Sincerely,Leanne Haas, Co-editor-in-chief

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FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT MARIA KRASNOVA DISCUSSES HER FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT TOMBALL, HOST FAMILIES AND GERMANY.

As she sits down, strands of her hair fall across the stripes of her starry bandana, her own American bandana.

“I’m America today,” she says as she raises her head a little higher and smiles proudly.

It wasn’t always like this for Maria Krasnova, one of Tomball’s foreign

exchange students. America seemed exciting, but too distant for reality. “We were all really awake, I probably only slept about ten minutes,

I was so excited,” she said, recalling her trip to the U.S. last summer. “At one point you just want to get out, you want to see it. And then we started talking and asking ourselves do we really want this, do we really want to be an exchange student, one year not at home!”

She remembers looking at Alina and Nina, now fellow exchange students at Tomball, as she danced in her seat and waved to the other excited travellers.

“I remember we landed on the ground and we couldn’t come out for an hour, and so we sat there and we started saying things like ‘We’re in Houston! I want home! I don’t want to be here!’ ” she said. “You start to think, ‘Why did I do this?! I want the next airplane back home. I don’t want America’ … but it’s America!”

Red. White. Blue. Maria adjusts her bandana that fl aunts the colors, in appreciation for her new home away from home and prepares her-self to explain the anticipation of meeting her new host family.

This is the climax of the event, it makes the annoying time spent on the plane worth it, makes the uncomfortable seat bearable, it even lightened any doubts she had.

“They hug you and you’re like ‘That is my family for the next year,’” she said. “You just have a fl ash, and after this fi rst fl ash or shock, you just start talking, a real conversation. They are interested in you and you’re interested in them, but you’re really tired! It’s a lot of emotions all at the same time.”

Her face brightens up when asked about her ‘new family.’ Her eyes scan the table as she reminisces of the profound memories she has made so far and tries to put it into words.

“Most of my friends have siblings, so I know how it works, between siblings - how they fi ght and how they love each other one moment,”

she said. “It’s funny how the mood changes fast.” Maria and her host family get along well, but for her it’s very differ-

ent because she’s an only child. In Germany, she lived with her mother and occasionally other women in her family, so siblings have been a very new factor in her life.

“It’s a big experience! They are funny though,” she said of her new sisters. “One will say ‘You took my Skinny jeans!’” she says with her hands in the air, “and I think to myself ‘Guys, there are plenty of skinny jeans!’”

Maria has been on the go since she’s arrived. She’s in band and a

Alexis Agularstaff writer

Photo by Jennifer MontalbanoAlina Nuessing, Nina Heitmann and Maria Krasnova showe pride for their home coun-try by showing the German � ag. � e group are all foreign exchange students at THS.

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number of AP classes. Her wrist fl ies into action as the bell rings. She checks the time on

her watch as time, again, winds her up like a spring - and she’s off to take on the next task of the day, which is usually school work.

In Germany, she is a sophomore, but here in the US, she is a junior because of the differing school systems. She enjoys experiencing school in America, it’s different and exciting.

“If I was rich and old, I would start my own exchange organiza-tion!” she said. “I would suggest it to all young people, if you can and you have the opportunity to go somewhere, to just take a look into other worlds, not just the one you’ve grow up in”

Of course, the education systems differ, but the culture and the defi -nition of a “normal” high school experience is also very contrasting. For instance, Germany doesn’t have Prom.

“Of course, I miss my friends ” she said, “But then I think ‘I’m not going home, I’m going to the prom here!’ I don’t care what parties you have, I went to the prom in America!”

When asked about the difference of the kid’s attitudes and traits in

America compared to Germany, Maria said, “German kids are much more independent.”

In Germany, there are many options to get away from parents like taking the train and going downtown.

Other than diffi culty of keeping in touch with friends and family, Maria also expresses some of the things she misses about Germany and what she’s going to miss about America.

Maria admits that she misses the fl at land of her hometown. “I could just grab my bike and I could just be like ‘Okay, I’m

coming over,’ and here you need a car to go anywhere - it’s awful, especially since we can’t get our license when we are seventeen”.

Maria fl ips her hair up mimicking the breezy feeling of her bike ride to her friends house, but gets distracted by the thought of ice cream, and quickly puts her hands over her face ashamed.

“But the ice cream here is much better, like I love Blue Bell and the cookies.” she said. “If you want my love, get me cookies and brown-ies and I will love you forever! I will also really miss the trucks- I love trucks.”

‘I don’t care what parties you have,I went to the prom in America!’

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home townhappenings

It’s offi cial - the famous statue Tomballians have passed every time they drive on Main Street for over a decade has an identity: it’s a pickle. Orig-

inally green, the “Pickle Man,” as many have come to know the cylindrical smiling statue, has had a long run in Tomball.

Before Pickle Man had been placed in its well-known spot, the lot in which it now stands was originally a furniture and hardware store. In the spring of 1992, however, the store burned down - and up from the ashes arose the Pickle Man.

The Pickle Man was chosen as the mascot of the Italian restaurant that took over the lot in 1994. Famous for its fried pickles, “Italian Food Fast” served

just what its name suggested.The restaurant eventually closed down, and the lot was then sold to a small

used car dealership. Pickle Man was painted in what is his current attire: Red, white, and blue. Though he has lost his green physique, he will always be a pickle.

Just kidding. He’s in the process of being turned into a red pepper wearing a sombrero for a Mexican restaurant that will use the lot for extra parking.

One thing is certain, though: the Pickle Man has become a staple for Main Street culture, and could very well stay in this town for another decade, stand-ing in his rightful place as keeper of Tomball weirdness.

Even if you don’t know the name of the restaurant, you’ve probably seen the two iconic suited characters from The Blues Brothers sitting on top

of it while driving through downtown Tomball: Main Street Crossing. What started as a non-profi t establishment for worship and recovering

drug and alcohol addicts, is now a staple in Tomball for varying genres of music, aspiring musicians and hamburgers.

Senior Tori McClure played in front of an audiance for the fi rst time on Main Street Crossing’s stage. Matt Davis, MSC’s owner, invited McClure on stage when she and her family were celebrating her 14th birthday and came to the venue to hear him play.

“[I] realized how much fun it was, and decided that I wanted to do it for the rest of my life,” McClure recounted. Since then, Davis has become her

mentor, helping her write lyrics and music. She still plays at Young Artist night, where musicians ages 13-20 can come and perform every third Friday of the month.

But Main Street’s stage has also seen the likes of Tomball graduate Mike Eli, from the Eli Young Band, and rising stars like Lincoln Durham, Shake Russel and Randy Rogers.

“You almost always have a chance to meet them, buy a CD, or get some-thing signed,” McClure noted.

Along with bringing some culture to downtown Tomball Main Street Crossing is ultimately working for a good cause. With Matt Davis playing worship music, it holds services every Sunday morning and evening, as well as Wednesday nights.

the pickle man who can’t be moved

are you the police?

Leanne Haasco-editor in chief

Rain Shanksco-editor in chief

no ma’am, we’re musicians.

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John Neubauer has been with TISD for 46 years, starting his career in education in 1967 when the

Cherry Street campus was an intermediate school as he taught sixth, seventh, and eighth graders. On Monday, Jan. 14, he turned in his letter of resigna-tion from his position as superintendent.

“� e people of this great community have al-lowed me to serve all of these years,” Neubauer said. “I am a lucky man”.

Neubauer has been superintendent for 16 years. Before that, he was a teacher, a coach, assistant prin-cipal and principal at Tomball High School. When asked if he viewed himself as an educator or admin-istrator, the answer was simple: Educator.

“I know that if I go to ask him a question about something, or ask for his help on something, I know there may have been a time where he’s been faced with the same decision,” Principal Greg Quinn said.

Last year, a new district headquarters - one that included some of the building in which he � rst taught on Cherry Street - opened bearing the name of the tenured administrator - the John P. Neubauer Administration Building.

“To still be working there, and work in a build-ing that’s named for you, that’s di� erent, that’s very unique,” Quinn said. “But Neubauer is very unique”.

In his nearly � ve decades with Tomball, Neubau-er admits that he is most proud of the accomplish-ments of the students.

“Watching them achieve their goals makes my heart swell with pride” he said.

English teacher David Youngblood believes Neu-bauer really cares about the students.

“He has always been pro-student and pro-kid,” he said. “I truly believe that when he makes decisions he looks at what the impact on kids would be”.

� is will be Neubauer’s last year, and with this knowledge comes uncertainty.

“I really like what the school stands for now, and I’m scared that someone with di� erent values would take his place,” English teacher Maggie Harden admitted. “He did a great job.”

Student Council sponsor Billie Ann Dio is grate-ful for Neubauer’s presence in the district.

“He is such a great pillar and leader of the Tom-ball community,” she said. “We were very fortunate to have him here to lead the school district”.

He is looking forward to spending time with his family on his East Texas farm where he will � nally have time to do “gardening, cooking, woodworking, and raising cattle and honey bees.”

“He used to joke about always having retirement plans but never having plans to retire” Quinn said, who believes Neubauer truly “loved what he did.”

� e Board of Trustees will select a new superin-tendent at an unknown date. Candidates are sure to include some on the current administrative team. In the meantime, Neubauer will carry out his position until the end of June.

“I have been blessed to know many wonderful people in this district,” he said, “but it is time to take a di� erent path in my life.”

Superintendent John Neubauerretiresretires after 4 decades with districtLeanne Haasco-editor in cheif

As principal at THS, 1992

As assistant principal at THS, 1976

Superintendent John Neubauer tosses the coin at the fi rst varsity football game between Tomball High School and Tomball Memorial in November. Neubauer is retiring after this school year.

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delusionsIt’s an herb, it’s medicine; it’ll

get you addicted, lazy, and fat. According to WebMD, the short-term side e� ects include distorted sense of time, paranoia, “Magical” or random thinking and short-term memory loss.

People misunderstand the free-doms in America. Yes, smoking pot is illegal (at least in Texas) but Americans have a right to a free ba-sic education, live with inalienable rights enforced by the government, and equal protection under law. We trade freedom for security.

But as a nation, we have traded our security for a recreational drug. Regardless of your view of the drug, there’s little debate over the impact of drug tra� cking.

While marijuana alone doesn’t fund the cartels that now run our neighboring country, it is a major part of the illegal drug trade. And the wars that are fought there are not just encroaching on us, they’re already here.

Marijuana dealing has created a hierarchy, and at the bottom of the totem pole are the growers. � ese people feel pressure from both sides.

“� e typical life of a Mexican marijuana grower involves hard work and pressure from cartels for increased marijuana produc-tion,” said a border patrol o� cer, who spoke to the Cougar Claw but asked to remain anonymous due to undercover work. “� ey also face

pressure from the threat of govern-ment eradication initiatives, which threatens their livelihood.

“� ese farmers are typically armed for protection and are most-ly poor and undereducated as well.”

Unlike American farmers, these growers get no money from the government for their crops of corn, beans or cotton. In harsh times of drought or poor market, Mexican farmers don’t receive the subsidies that could cushion their income.

Desperation and hunger turn farmers into marijuana growers.

� en, there are the runners. Cartels will focus on uneducated, impoverished teenagers who come from broken homes.

� eir age is key for the cartels, as they are easily manipulated, allow-ing them to feast on them like prey.

What o� en happens is that the victim, usually from border towns like Brownsville, Laredo, and McAllen, will be promised around $1,000 to cross the border carrying drugs. � e payo� , however, is $10, if anything - but there is no justice system when it comes to illegal dealing. Rat the cartel out, and they lose their family.

� e cartels are not shy about using violence. In 2006, a Houston man was gunned down in front of his family at a restaurant along I-45 by a cartel hitman in a case of mistaken identity.

“Organizations” such as the cartels have turned marijuana into a tool for � nancial gain and so-cial dominance. And as it follows down this chain, it impacts regular citizens on its way to parties, parks

and Justin Bieber’s hands, here in the States.

Like the rest of us, dealers in the U.S. have other opportunities. � ey just aren’t very appealing.

� e minimum wage does not make it possible to a� ord an apart-ment, a car and an education. With all of those expenses skyrocketing, it’s no surprise people have turned to dealing.

Life is expensive, but drugs are always in demand. With border patrol and police departments cracking down on these people, the number of youths in prisons for minor possession have escalated quickly, with over 750,000 last year. States like Washington and Colora-do, have used legislation to combat these numbers.

Lindsay Gallot is a Marijuana Culturalist in Seattle, Washington, meaning she connects the growers to the vendors and the vendors to the markets.

Gallot strongly believes in medi-cal and recreational marijuana use, with personal testimonies of foot deformities causing her to depend on painkillers until she discovered the medical properties of marijua-na.

“Instead of people getting o� on methadones, they can � nd relief in marijuana,” Gallot said.

A drug that could be used to treat nausea, glaucoma, appetite stimulation, mucous membrane in� ammation, leprosy, fever, dandru� , hemorrhoids, asthma, urinary tract infections, cough, anorexia associated with weight

loss in AIDS patients, pain, and multiple sclerosis, could give some traditional medicines a run for their money.

“I mean, what are the side ef-fects? Happy, hungry, sleepy,” said a National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws mem-ber who chose to go by the alias Heisenberg.

Legalization has not yet put a dent in illegal dealing though, “for at least another year. Next year will be much di� erent,” Gallot predict-ed.

But still, Seattle is di� erent from Texas. With many Tomball High School students second- and � rst-generation Mexican immi-grants, it’s harder to forget the wars waged just south of the border.

� ere are “225 documented gangs” in Houston alone, according to the Houston Chronicle, and the number of marijuana operations are on the rise.

Some de� ne marijuana as a drug, synonymous to alcohol with the power to destroy lives, fami-lies, and careers. Other claim it’s medical uses, with the power to revolutionize the lumber and textile industries, only made illegal with the justi� cation of skewed studies in� uenced by propaganda.

Physically, the e� ects of marijua-na are comparable to alcohol. But it’s not the physical impact on the body, but the impact on the coun-try, that needs to be addressed.

For those in the Houston area, border violence hits too close to home.

Rain Shanksco-editor-in-chief

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He sits in his usual spot - a red and blue plaid rocking chair placed in the corner of the

room, next to the kitchen in the home that he built himself. Th e television is muted; he is watching the news, his usual station. Occasionally, he leans in and cups his hand around his left ear.

“I’m sorry, say that again?” he says every-now-and-then. “I’m about to get a hearing aid.” When asked his age, he sits up proudly in his chair, “I’m 77 years old!”

Wood paneling and fl oral wallpaper embellish the walls of his house. Toys and playthings left out by grandchildren are sprawled about in the main living area. Knick knacks and porcelain dolls cover shelves throughout the house, including Mrs. Francis’ glass case, one she proudly keeps.

Sometimes, she decorates the inside with small, dazzling white lights. Th ey hold her favorite items which are exchanged frequently to a new theme every-so-oft en.

During bright days, sunlight shines into large windows surrounding the stone fi replace on the slanted ceiling. On some summer days, the light is so bright that it becomes easy to forget the use of light bulbs.

Despite all this, most gatherings are contained in the kitchen, the heart of the household, as well as John’s favorite plaid chair which resides next to the dinner table and across from the TV.

If you could judge a person’s life by a single look into a window, this window would surely tell a story. Or, if that didn’t work, just glance around the back of the house.

Th e fi rst to be noticed are old cars; the kind that are seen on TV shows and perhaps internet auctions, the only diff erence being that most of them would need to be restored to qualify for such things.

A 1935 green Chevrolet cross standard with black fenders, a 1941 gray Chevrolet, a metallic green 1941 Cadillac convertible, a 1946 maroon Chrysler Highlander (which happens to be his favorite as it is “well built”). Th ese cars, among others, are some of the oldest. Th e list goes on.

Th ere has to be at least ten automobiles at fi rst glance, old and new, and if one were to ask John himself, he would have to take a moment to count in his head, then give up and go outside to his

garage and count each car, then the ones in plain sight, then the ones in the driveway and then to his second garage.

Mixed in along with old cars, rust, all sorts of tools and random appliances are his wife’s items. An odd and beautiful backyard, a fi rst-time visitor might describe it as a unique experience.

In his backyard, John works on his cars. It’s a hobby of his, as it has always been - not that he has particularly been fi xing things his whole life, but he sure does know how a machine works.

When asked about his childhood interest in me-chanics, his white, straggly eyebrows push together as he says in his matter-of-fact voice: “I’ve always had an interest in mechanical objects.”

His thirst for knowledge was evident in his young years. He couldn’t count how many times he dismantled his father’s car engine, his young eyes taken aback by the complex structure of the motor.

He can recall, however, being 14 years old and infatuated with his father’s brand new 1949 Ford and its shiny midnight blue exterior. He just had to prop open the hood of that car.

“I didn’t really know what I was doing at the time” he admitted with a chuckle, as he recalled, “turning gears out of line.”

His father wasn’t too happy when he found a mechanic’s fee of $10 on the monthly credit card bill.

“It doesn’t sound like a lot, but that’s what, a hundred dollars now-a-days?” he said. His eye-brows raised and pushed together as he racked his brain for old memories beginning to resurface from decades of storage.

And as it turns out, Mr. John Francis didn’t just rip his father’s car engine apart. Heck, he tried tak-ing apart a train when he was 12 years old. A small section, that is, but a train nonetheless.

It happened to be a certain antique steam engine on display in Silverton, Colorado that caught his attention. He was staying at a lodge with his family when he became obsessively curious about the inner workings of the brilliant machine.

And from his own father’s toolbox, he tinkered away at the steam engine’s valves with the “bor-rowed” wrenches and screwdrivers, desperate to fi gure out where and how the steam was escaping.

Oh, sure, he angered a few people in this de-

vious act. But like an angel, he courteously put each part back together and in its proper place as the fuming adults gathering around him began to smile.

Th e seven-year-old John Francis was just as mischievous. He had just received a brand new Western Flyer bike for his seventh birthday. It was a beautiful shade of red, painted with white stripes; but what really fascinated him was the machinery itself.

He reminisced over his fond memories with a sparkle in his eye as he described the marvelous chain and how it kept the wheels turning, but not the pedals, and how the brake system, with its cleverly designed rear sprocket, allowed him to come to a peaceful stop just by slightly pedaling backwards.

He had to dismantle the whole thing, fi nd out how it worked - how could he resist? Every piece was unraveled, and it became a puzzle for him

to fi gure out how to rebuild his bike. It took him weeks.

And some feat it was for him, as he proudly recalled this as being the fi rst time he really under-stood how a machine worked. By the time he had fi nished putting his bike back together, he knew all of its ins-and-outs.

Turn the clock further back. Whatever demon possessed him to pick apart his parents’ brand new alarm clock, he’ll never know.

He couldn’t have been more than fi ve or six years old. Its shiny exterior excited him; the en-ticing ticking of the minute hand perhaps ignited

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some sort of brilliant flame in his mind.But even after many decades, he can still recall

the most exciting feeling; perhaps his first mechan-ical discovery being a spring in the back of a clock placed atop his parent’s table, as he examined the fine engineered specimen with all of its intricate gears turning so delicately.

He had taken and stretched out one of its springs so far that “It wrapped around the whole room!” he exclaimed, the young-at-heart man’s lively hands re-enacting the scene from his mind, his pointer finger whirling around in the air wildly.

But as his parents walked into the room to find their brand new clock being dismembered, his six-year-old hands managed to painstakingly ravel the spring back tightly into its original shape, or as close as he could get it, while his parents stood by.

But it was too late; he was already hooked on mechanics. The clock, however, never worked quite right after that.

John graduated from college when he was twen-ty-three. Shortly after, with his degree in mechanical engineering and BS in mathematics in hand, he was hired to work for Rocketdyne, a rocket engineering company (the F1 engine in the Saturn V he designed with his team that blasted Neil Armstrong into the atmosphere can be seen on Google images at the front of the company’s building).

John was twenty-seven when he first heard of the news that the US was to enter the race to the moon. He didn’t believe it would happen. It was after a day at work that he came home to watch the president on national TV give a speech about the impossible.

A hot day in Houston in 1962 on the campus of Rice University had the audience standing on the bleachers of a football stadium behind the presi-dent’s podium waving their hands over their faces, their eyes squinting into the sun, wiping their sweat with handkerchiefs.

John Kennedy leans in to the microphone, “Pres-ident Pitzer, Mr. Vice President, Governor...” he be-gins, his voice sturdy and strong, though squinting into the sun with the rest of the audience.

He gives a brief history of humanity. He empha-sizes the importance of technological advancement. Surely he is to announce something big.

Jokes are made about the scalding heat, jokes are made about sports. But then there is a change in atmosphere.

Kennedy raises his voice, “We choose to go to the moon” he says. Nobody laughs. Though this statement may have been used in jokes countless times before, the goal of going to the moon suddenly became a real and serious topic.

“Many years ago” he waves his open palm across the air, “the great British explorer George Mallory, who was to die on Mount Everest, was asked why he wanted to climb it. He said, ‘Because it is there.’” he clenches his fist in the air firmly. “Well, space is there, and we’re going to climb it, and the moon and the planets are there, and new hopes for knowledge and peace are there.”

John Francis became part of this great plan unknowingly, at first. As he was part of the team de-signing an F1 engine as part of a five-engine rocket (thought to be a missile at the time), he assumed that it would be used for military purposes - per-haps, in the case of war.

Though with rumors of how the moon landing would be carried out around town and especially in the office, he had no idea what exactly this engine would be used for until later in the planning.

“Sixty-six thirty-three Canoga Park, California” John recited, more than once. His memory was sharp, he had a mind for numbers and detail. This is the address of Rocketdyne.

“You can see that place on Google earth!” he would say, leaning in from out of his chair, his eyes wide, as if a picture had appeared in his mind in that moment.

John loved his job. He swears that every morning, he would wake up excited for another day at work, and while driving his car there, he would ask him-self: “Well, what do I need to learn today?” He felt like he was on the “most exciting adventure in the world”.

John had left Rocketdyne and moved onto an-other rocket company, Lockheed, when the moon landing occurred.

“I didn’t really think we could do it” he said with his eyebrows raised. There were so many things that could have gone wrong that he feared the worst; he thought the rocket would crash on impact.

There was only one word to describe John’s reac-tion to the landing as he watched the TV for hours to see the whole broadcast: Surprise.

After the astronauts had “splashed down” safely to earth into the ocean, there were what the engi-neers called “splashdown parties” happening every-where.

The engineers celebrated hard work, they celebrat-ed possibly the greatest success of the century, they celebrated because they knew they were part of the great American system. They symbolized American ingenuity.

That day was forty-three years ago. John still be-lieves that the moon landing he helped bring about “changed the country.”

February 15th was a cold Tues-day morning, as students noisily

piled into the gym and waited to hear guest speaker Keith Hawkins.

Keith started off his speech with jokes, reeling in even the hard-to-please kids with his relatable humor that somehow left everyone with a lesson learned.

“Man, this guy’s good” became a commonly used phrase throughout the assembly through whispers. But then, he talked about real issues, things people don’t always like to talk about: the ugly truth.

It occurred to many that day that, despite the fact that there lay in front of them a community of over a thousand teenagers, many felt completely alone.

“It opened up my eyes to realize that even people I ‘hate’ go through the same hardships I do,” said soph-omore Krista Kibodeaux.

Keith brought the school togeth-er. That morning, it did not matter who you were or what you looked like. If you were human, you mat-tered. And the speech was for the teachers as much as it was for the students.

Keith pulled out one certain student in the fi rst assembly.

He picked junior David Arlen out of the crowd to come to the mi-

crophone, asking for the kid with “sick hair.” He asked him three questions. The last one, however, seemed to surprise David - he asked him if there was one per-son in the assembly that day who had made an impact on his life.

David hesitated, trying to think of a student. He didn’t know many kids in the school well enough to pick out a certain person. But then, he raised the microphone to speak,“Mrs. Harden.”David picked her because last

year was his fi rst year at Tomball.“She was just always interested

in how I was doing and really made me feel important when no one else was,” he said, “She was just there no matter what.”

Keith even made himself vul-nerable, sharing with students his hardships throughout his childhood and teen years, having to live in the back of a U-haul truck at one point while in high school. He wanted the students to know that they were not alone - that there was hope for them.

This was not Keith’s fi rst en-counter with Tomball students. Over the summer, seniors Anna Liu and Kelsey Zalesak attended the National Association of Stu-dent Council conference in Yukon, Oklahoma.

Keith was a keynote speaker at the convention. One thing stood out to them most of all: He told the assembly that every day when his children get home from school, he doesn’t ask them how their day went. He asks them, “Who did you help today?”

And that was the start of it, right there. Inspired by Keith’s speech to make a difference in their school and become more aware of others, student council started the school year with a goal: “Who have you helped today?” The slogan’s mes-

sage gained the most momentum, however, after Keith visited Tom-ball.

“I walk down the hall and see the downcast eyes and hear negative talk, and I know that every student in Tomball High School has a story that the rest of us haven’t taken the time to hear,” said English teacher Maggie Harden. “When we left the assembly, I saw and heard a differ-ence in the halls.”

Keith said, however, that his goal was not to come to Tomball to change anyone, but to “get people to think about what they do and why they do it.”

After hearing Keith speak on Tuesday, junior Helene Weedn post-ed on Facebook, “As I sit in this class and look at my peers, I think to myself, ‘I know all of them. But why don’t I talk to them, why don’t I try to help them?’”

Student council had red bracelets made with the “whodslogan printed in big white letters. Students shook hands with each other as a deal to keep their pledge and were given stickers to sign after receiving their bracelets.

“The challenge is that we keep doing these things,” said Quinn, who sees this new positive infl u-ence in the school as an opportunity to create a tradition.

“In my old school, we would have a speaker come and give a great speech. The next day, it would be as if nothing happened. Here at Tomball, I can truly see a change,” said sophomore Gabriel Gach.

The glass atrium windows by the cafeteria are covered in hundreds of names- they are a daily reminder of the promising future of Tom-ball. They symbolize dedication to each other, as students, to never forget that at the end of the day, everybody is human, everybody hurts, and a helping hand is always needed.

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GUEST SPEAKER INSPIRES ‘WHO DID YOU HELP TODAY’ EFFORT

Keith Hawkins captivates students

Leanne Haasco-editor in chief Anna Liu with ‘who did you

help today’ bracelet

Mr. Metz helping student council

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artistic tendencies With markets changing, and professions evolving, seniors Diane Fuggiti, Emily Nero and Amanda Jentzsch explain why they love art but they’re not going to college for It.

emily nero

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going to:

Texas A&M

Texas State

BYU Idaho “My whole family is artistic so it just come naturally but I do have to work on it.”

“My favorite things to draw are portraits and people in their natural pose because there is so much that can be learned about someone just by looking and observing them.”

majoring in:

business

biology

undecided

“my goal is to... become a marketer or advivertiser, which incorprates artistic vision and show my work in galleries.”

“I have chosen to not make art a career [because] I want it to be something I enjoy, not a job I have to do.”

“I don’t want to make art my my ma-jor because I plan to make it more of a hobby than a profession.”

“I love animals and they’re a fun topic to bring to life in my artwork”

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WISH I WAS A BALLER

Coach Karen Lemker is very proud of the girls

and expects a lot from them; she wants them to make it into the playo� s.

“� e season is going ex-tremely well so far,” she said.

� e girls knocked Tom-ball Memorial out of playo� contention this week.

Lemker has eight return-ing players: � ve are seniors making their last appearance on the varsity team, two ju-niors, and one sophomore.

“� ey are all great players,” Lemker said. “I’m happy to see the girls returning to the

team and making such great improvements.”

� eir work shows in the way that they play, all of which has gotten them to where they are now, starting 10-0 and ranked in the Top 25 in the state.

“I am very anxious and ex-cited to see where all of their hard work will take them,” Lemker said.

“With Lexe Marks and Layna Waters leading their team to more victories, we wish our Lady Cougars the best of luck,” said team man-ager Destiny Lee.

After powering through the season, the lady coogs are heating up. that’s right, play offs y’all.

A whole newball game

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The varsity guys’ basketball team plan on making it to

the playo� s by working hard as a team, showing maximum e� ort and continuing to excel each day.

“We are o� to a great start in the season, learning how to play as a team and continuing to get better each day,” Coach Schone said. “We are happy to see some fresh faces that haven’t played on the varsity team before.”

With this week’s win against Memorial, the boys need to win

at least one more game and get a little help to secure a playo� berth.

Having great leaders is also a very important part of the game and team.

Junior Marqueese Grayson and Nathan Fannen are not only great leaders and a terri� c part of the team, but they are two of Schone’s best returning players. “� ey were ready to help lead the team,” Schone said.

With great coaches, a great team and lots of hard work hope-fully they will be making it to the playo� s and doing their best to win.

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WISH I WAS A BALLER

playing thefieldTomball high schools girls’

soccer is expecting to go deep into the playo� s this year, say the players.

With tryouts � nished and some fresh faces, Coach Martha Fancher was happy to see a few of her girls returning.

Cara and Katie Haymaker, both seniors and two of the best o� ensive and defensive players will be return-ing.

Also returning to her varsity team is one of her best goalies and well-liked player Rene Kelly.

She has put together a very tal-ented team with many players who

keep their heads in the game and work their best to get where they need.

� ere will only be � ve teams in the new district this year, making it di� cult to make up for any losses they might have.

“I am looking forward to the new experiences that will come along with playing all 4A teams, they will be putting forth their best e� orts to make it to the playo� s and come out on top,” Coach Fancher said.

Players say that the team is like one big family ready to face any and all challenges that they might come up against with the new district.

girl’s soccer getting a head start in the new semster

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of starters that have been together for four years, it should make it easier to play the new district. Tomball Coach Scott Slater seemed excited and con� dent to be taking on the competition in the new district teams. While the new teams pose a threat, Scott shrugged it o� . “I expect to win”, he said.

� e team’s con � dence and hard work showed when varsity played Dekaney, winning 2-1 on Jan. 15.� ey faced old rivals in the pre-season. He is looking forward to the new experiences that come with the new district and is anxious to see how the team will do.

“It’s hard to single anyone out as the

best player because we play as a team and as a group,” Slater said. Mack Light, Quentin Payton, Ryan Lapsly, Bryce Heu-dy, Kenny Torres Hernandez are some of his best returning players and Scott’s ready to get them and the rest of the team out on the � eld and winning their way to the playo� s.

� eir biggest challenges as a team will be not only playing a new district but also learning how the new teams play and adjusting to the replacements of last year’s seniors.

“It’s di� cult each year to lose good players that graduated, but new guys always step up to the plate and � ll the shoes,” Scott said.

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heGREENit’s not easy

The golf team slaves away at practice three hours a day in order to perform

at districts in the spring. � ey increase their potential at every practice by focus-ing on the mechanics, and “getting the perfect swing,” as junior Colton Stanaland would say.

Tomball may have sized down to a 4A district, but the competition is still in-tense. � ey don’t know what Tomball is going to bring to the course.

“� e varsity girls have such a huge shot at going to regional’s as a team. It’s really exciting!” previous district title holder Maryssa Ferries said.

Ferries is certainly holding up her end. She captured � rst place this week at the Klein Invitational a� er shooting a 33 on the back nine.

“Maryssa’s � rst-place � nish clearly shows she is one of the best in the Hous-ton area,” her coach wrote.

� e players genuinely enjoy what they do. Some even participate in events out-side of school to better their game. “We make sure to have fun while improving,” said senior Austin Owens. Owens recent-

ly won a charity tournament and contin-ues to excel in school tournaments.

Although their devotion to the sport is a big part of their success, the Cougars owe much of it to the man that works with them every day, the coach.

“Coach Taylor not only betters our golf game, but our mental game, too,” Ferries said.

“He really cares about each player,” Owens said.

And Taylor knows just how to strike up a competitive spirit; him and Ferries are “battling it out on the course,” she said. “Whoever scores the most wins, but we haven’t decided what yet.” As of right now, Ferries is winning.

� e outcome of a team’s prosperity lies in the perseverance and discipline the team members have. It is clear that the Tomball Golf team has put an exceptional amount of e� ort in the success of their team.

� e corresponding passion all of the members of the team share make it pos-sible for everyone to work hard and have fun participating in a sport they love.

even though the golf team is downsizing to a new district, they’re still stepping up their game.

Micaela LaPeerstaff writer