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Issue #2, December 18, 2013

PANTHER PRESS Math Team Scores November Match

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By Amy F. Panther Press Staff

On November 21, Oak Hill’s very own math team once again had its monthly meet, hosted at Brown Middle School. This time, after a tough competition, Oak Hill managed to place third against five other teams, an impressive achievement on their part.

The Math Team faced the same five challenging rounds as they did during the October meet-mystery, number theory, arithmetic, geometry, and algebra, along with an additional team challenge round. Led by 7-2’s Ms. Turner, both the regulars and the alternates worked enthusiastically and contributed positively to the team, and in the very end, using teamwork and effort, managed to achieve a perfect score on the team challenge round, an incredible feat.

“I’m surprised they got…a perfect score.” A member from the Brown math team commented. “It was pretty hard.”

But as events have proved, Oak Hill’s math team doesn’t relent under so-called ‘hard’ challenges, and will continue to work hard and compete with the same effort that won them a perfect score and gave them such impressive scores, in the next meet, which is scheduled to be January 2.

Parents Visit, Eat, and Work Solar City Creates Power Hard With Grade Seven Surge all over America

By Sabrina G. Panther Press Staff

By Ariel F. Panther Press Staff

The Parent Breakfast in all 7th grade classes were full of kids and their parents. The fifteen minutes spent eating really filled us up and got us thinking for the “classes” ahead. It was filling, I must say. As we were eating, parents got to meet other parents and interact with other individuals. The classes helped students get closer to their parents and other students.

Want energy clean enough to wash your bill stains out? Make your roof a personal power plant!

As for the talent show, everyone was amazing!

They all worked hard, I am sure of that.

Everyone must have been dedicated and worked hard because the quality was amazing.

As for next year, I encourage more students to show their talents!

Solar City is solar energy providing clean energy, and energy savings all over the U.S. Solar energy is raw energy coming from the sun’s rays. Scientists have taken advantage of the source and built a panel that absorbs the energy. An included inverter converts the energy into electricity which we use to power our homes and appliances. When using Solar City, you help create clean energy, and you save more than your fossil fuel provider (nonreusable energy). …continued on page 2

Lots of Laughs and Applause At Very Successful Fall Plays

“Solar City” – Continued from page 1…Solar City always has a special marketing offer: Instead of you buying the panels, which can cost over $20,000, you pay nothing for the panels, but instead you buy the energy it produces which is much more affordable. Your current energy provider (NStar or Electric Grid, for example) increases the rate of charge every year by a mysterious rate revealed at the end of the year. Solar City estimates 4.8% increase for NStar this year. Solar City charges a constant rate of 2.9%. To find out more, visit www.solarcity.com.

By Ashley G. Panther Press Staff Just as the princess and the lady were fighting over a young man in the Oak Hill Middle School production of “The Lady or the Tiger”, the actors performing in November’s annual Fall Plays were fighting for appreciation for their hard work.

The conclusion of the Fall Plays was the end of an amazing experience. The actors worked hard to complete such a wonderful job. The last week of practices for the actors was the toughest of them all. During that week they acted through both plays once, sometimes even twice as Ms. Price took notes. She did so to tell them what needed to be fixed or improved. One of the main things that really got the audiences attention was the “fight scene.” The biggest reaction that was received was a big bowl of laughter.

Seats filled up fast, and before long, it was time for places. The shows were great and everything went well. When it was over Ms. Price came running around the corner with a big smile on her face saying “We did it!” and it ended with a big group hug. Bobby Lovett who was a “stranger” in the play said “I loved the experience and I think it turned out really well.” Bharaivi who played a “courtier” and “Mary” says “it turned out pretty good, and I liked it.” Catherine Obrien who played a “courtier” and “Mary” said: “It turned out fabulous, I loved it mostly because the cast and crew all became best friends.”

Ariel Hirschorn who played a “guard”, and “Mary”, added: “ I am so happy I could be apart of the Fall Play, and I am proud of the cast and crew.”

Short Story: “When Dogs Fly” An Original Series

Sam, hiding in the corner, whimpers and scampers to your side.

Writing glows in the sky, as if an invisible hand was writing. The words glowed a strong yellow, and letters are now legible: tsabez ol hfz mcp!

Sam huddled closer, whimpering as the letters slowly fainted into dust. You stare at the ball. It was the same lettering.

At the last moment, you notice the dust. It floated through the sky, and as you watch in horror, right into your dogs wide open mouth. Sam immediately twitched, fell to the ground, writhed, and was still.

Your pain and sorrow filled scream echoed through the town. Many stopped to watch you sob into your hands. Few tried to comfort you. You wish for Sam to come back, wagging his tail and covering your face with licks. You remember all the good times you had with Sam, and winced at the thought that you will never see him again.

Then, as if by magic, Sam opens one eye, barks feebly, and stumbles to get up. Your cries of pain turn into cries of joy, then cries of horror.

By Sabrina G. Panther Press Staff You whistle for the loyal dog, Sam, and he comes running to you. After he successfully covers your face in licks, he runs off to grab a ball. he drops the ball into your hands and wags his tail frantically.

As you fling the ball to the other side of the yard, you can’t help but notice a sleek, black figure sneak into your yard, grab the ball, hold it for a second, and throw it back to you.

Sam, who was just energetically running for the ball, sits down and tilts his head to the side.

You, prepared for the worst, pick up the ball and rolls it in your hand. Faint, red lettering glitters on one side of the ball. That’s funny, you think. I don’t remember a red pen anywhere.

With a gasp, you notice that it isn’t ink: it’s blood.

Your heart pounds in your chest, ready to burst. The sky, a once beautiful blue, is now a menacing red.

The grass, a once breathtaking green, is now a Sam’s threatening black.

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