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#2 Headwaters 2015
EDITORS: Sybil Priebe Alyssa Buckhouse Hilary Frericks Breanna Speed April Hayenga Kaitlyn Anderson Destiny Eastman Breanna Hanan Victoria Grenier Emily Gault Kaylee Hilmanowski Brian Lankow Candice Kissel Nicole Rilla Chelsey Amb
CONTRIBUTORS: Robert Heitkamp Jeanna Drekke James Ruby Ronda Marman Nicole Germann Terianne Itzen Besi Sanders Mark Priebe Mackenzie Helgoe Karl Bakkum Janine Pacheco Sybil Priebe
Above: Terianne Itzen is a current NDSCS student.
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#3 A poem by Jeanna Drekke, a current NDSCS student You Ever since the beginning the beginning of you and me You’ve got me thinking Thinking of your future You make me feel complete Complete as can be Being near you Just makes my body soar You are my love, Love never fading You are my life, Life never ceasing You are my all, All I need and more. Together we can be, Be who we really want. Wanting each other more, More than we already do. This is a way a way to show how I feel. I feel your love always in me, In me to protect, to help to love
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#4 “Some Moms” By Janine Pacheco, an NDSCS alumna Some moms can rollerskate, some moms cannot. Some moms can fly a plane, some can talk a lot. Some moms are very clean, they clean house everyday, Some moms don’t care too much if things get put away. Some moms can run real fast, some moms walk real slow. My mom, she’s just the best, that’s all I need to know.
Below: Mark Priebe, a 1982 Alum of NDSCS, reads in Mesa, AZ.
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#5 A poem written by Janine Pacheco, an NDSCS alumna The 4th of July, what does it mean? How can we forget what our ancestors had seen? They wanted liberty, they wanted the right. They did not want to sneak to worship deep in the night. They made a decision so long ago, To leave their "Egypt' and face the unknown. They sailed off to face whatever might be. It was worth it to them to have liberty. Many were lost on that voyage to hope. Would they give up now? The answer was "nope" They stood as they grieved, they prayed as they fought. It was freedom of religion that these people sought. No price was too great to get what they needed, And God’s grace was their strength, His voice what they heeded. They came here to start a new life for tomorrow. They gave all they had, they suffered such sorrow. They all had a dream, to be free from control. They believed that Jesus was the only hope for their soul. As the years have gone on, the fight, it remains. We still fight for liberty, to not be in chains. So many brave warriors have given their all. They believed in your freedom, they answered the call. They stood and protected our right to be free. They gave up their life for you and for me. I am so thankful that I truly can say, That because of these heroes I have freedom today. Please do not let their death be in vain. Do not forget how they went through such pain. As they fought for your freedoms, your choices to make. Do not give up these freedoms, for our ancestors’ sake. Stand and celebrate this country and these men, Who I know if they had to, they'd do it again.
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Above: Ronda Marman is an Assistant Professor in the English and Humanities Department at NDSCS. Below: Sybil Priebe is an Associate Professor in the English and Humanities Department.
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#7 Left: James Ruby is a current NDSCS student. Below: Lucas LaValley is a current NDSCS student.
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#8 Above: MacKenzie Helgoe is a current NDSCS student. Right: Besi Sanders is a current NDSCS student.
NDDFFC 2014/15 Annual Winter Forecast By Bob Heitkamp, NDSCS Staff
WARNING: People that are easily disturbed or are easily impressionable may not want to read further without consent from their elders!! SPECIAL NOTICE: Due to the Holiday Season upon us, we would like to ensure ALL readers…NO Reindeer have been hurt in any way during the research herein discussed….although some Whitetail deer May have been injured during the research process.
All of us here at the North Dakota Deer Fat Forecast Center would like to start out by apologizing for the absence of the annual forecast for the last 2 years. As you all know the resources needed to complete the annual research depends entirely on the State’s ability to allot the members of our direct research team tags for the legal harvest of our test subjects (which the ND State Game and Fish Dept. have neglected to relinquish to our team for the last 2 years). This year however, we have enlisted the help of Team H2 to compile enough data to complete the forecast. The results you say……..: due to the range and scope of all qualified samples this year’s forecast tells us that… WINTER IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!!!!! I know, I know, many of you non-believers are thinking I’m not reading any further…these guys are NUTS!!! Well now let’s just be realistic here! Keep in mind…we DO LIVE IN NORTH DAKOTA!!! That said we all know that we will get some snow from time to time and it MAAYYY even get cold for a day or two, but we are officially going on record that this winter will be one of the most enjoyable we’ve had in a while. Heck, even my wife and I have cancelled our non-annual trip to the Bahamas. And nooooo, I’m NOT fixing that flat tire on my blower, and I will advise everyone to not buy more than a gallon of gas for yours, as it will just get old by spring… With that, the NDDFFC wishes everyone a great warm winter, and wonderful Holiday season. This is an Official document of the NDDFFC Team H2 - 12/18/2014
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“In Praise of Diesel” By Karl Bakkum, Adjunct Faculty in English & Humanities (Fargo) In a dream, I teach freshmen about writing. The afternoon campus hums with students. Wafts of cigarette smoke, nicotine fix. Noisy engine rattle on 11th Street and clatter of valves signal a new aroma: diesel. I’m a boy, twelve years old sniffing the air for the scent of adulthood hitchhiking Highway 10 , eight miles on the four lane to Buffalo River State Park. Windy vortex of a semi nearly knocks me over; Gritty smell of diesel, like freedom, snaps the neurons in my head. Ten years later. Thick London air, dense with diesel. Too tall, rumbling red double decker buses, Round shouldered Yellow Cabs, Smoky eyed black limousines. We wait for a bus. She leans soft against me. “Remember to look right before you cross,” says I. Her brown eyes meet mine, knowingly. Absorb ancient early manuscripts at the British Museum; Exit: the smell of diesel. Experience Equus in the theatre district; Exit: the smell of diesel. Waken after our first night in the Grosvenor hotel; Exit: the smell of diesel. Ah, Diesel: mild mixture of a book match struck, Burnt kerosene blend, oily aftertaste, Carcinogenic sulfur dioxide. Magnify my memories. Stir my senses. Darken my dreams.
#11 Below: Nicole Germann is a current NDSCS student.
#12 A poem written by Janine Pacheco, an alumna of NDSCS 4 days later it's still coming down. I look out the window, there’s snow all around. I can't help but think back to being a kid, Dressed up in layers, warm hats on my lid. Making snow angels with sisters, brothers and friends. Sledding, snow forts, snowball fights, winter fun never ends. Skating at the city park, sledding down that hill. North Dakota winters gave such a thrill. And, now, as I look out the window I see, The sparkle, the glimmer, so much beauty.... Beauty like diamonds that glisten in the light, I look at the snowfall in the dark night. And I see blankets of wonder, covering the ground And if you just listen, you can hear winters sound. This extended winter I just can't seem to mind, It makes me so happy, this I find. I feel like a kid walking in the snow, Hearing the crunching, I just love it so! Looking up at the snowfall, boots on my feet, A smile and a giggle as tongue and snow meet.
#13 “Running Away” By Jeanna Drekke, a current NDSCS student That place I go for comfort that one spot I find peace running away from life wishing for everything to be done hiding from the past wishing for a better future struggling with the here and now all I can do is run away running away from the people that destroy me seeking the ones that wont some using me to get what they want others trying to convince me of what I’m not that is why I find that place I can run away That place is in music. the lyrics of others’ lives seeming the same as my own that is what I do when I run away.
#14 A poem written by Janine Pacheco, An alumna of NDSCS The 4th of July, what does it mean? How can we forget what our ancestors had seen? They wanted liberty, they wanted the right. They did not want to sneak to worship deep in the night. They made a decision so long ago, To leave their "Egypt” and face the unknown. They sailed off to face whatever might be. It was worth it to them to have liberty. Many were lost on that voyage to hope. Would they give up now? The answer was "nope" They stood as they grieved, they prayed as they fought. It was freedom of religion that these people sought. No price was too great to get what they needed, And God’s grace was their strength, His voice what they heeded. They came here to start a new life for tomorrow. They gave all they had, they suffered such sorrow. They all had a dream, to be free from control. They believed that Jesus was the only hope for their soul. As the years have gone on, the fight, it remains. We still fight for liberty, to not be in chains. So many brave warriors have given their all. They believed in your freedom, they answered the call. They stood and protected our right to be free. They gave up their life for you and for me. I am so thankful that I truly can say, That because of these heroes I have freedom today. Please do not let their death be in vain. Do not forget how they went through such pain. As they fought for your freedoms, your choices to make. Do not give up these freedoms, for our ancestors’ sake. Stand and celebrate this country and these men, Who I know if they had to, they'd do it again.
#15 “Loveless� By Jeanna Drekke, a current NDSCS student I am loveless. It has only just begun. Like an unloved damsel in distress. Nothing more & nothing less. Loved by none. I am loveless. I must confess. I want to run. Like an unloved damsel in distress. There is no progress. They think they have won. I am loveless. Am I useless? Understood by no one. Like an unloved damsel in distress. Nothing left to repress. I am almost done. I am loveless.