The Warrior Apollo: Volume Two // Issue Three // February 2020

volume two Issue three february 2020

The Warrior apollo

submissions policy The Warrior Apollo accepts all art, literature, music, fashion and photography submissions by all current Westside students and publishes them in a magazine format. Students and staff may submit as much work as desired. If you wish to submit your work by paper, stop by the journalism hallway, rooms 251-253, and give your work to either the Editors-in-Chief, Vinny Nelson and Elliot Evans, or journalism advisers Jerred Zegelis and Timothy Kaldahl. The Warrior Apollo does not accept any work that may be considered offensive and reserves the right to reject and edit content for any reason. Please direct any questions to the Editors-in-Chief. Submit digitally at thewarriorapollo.com.

staff Reese Pike, Copy editor (not pictured)

Vinny Nelson, Editor-in-chief

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Elliot Evans , Editor-in-ch ief

table of contents Letter from the Editors..................................................04 Art by Paul Nelson, Design by Vinny Nelson

AP Portfolio: Ramya Iyer...............................................06 Graphics by Ramya Iyer, Design by Vinny Nelson

Art by Maren McDaniel..................................................10 Design by Elliot Evans

Poetry by Presley Gofta.................................................11 Design by Elliot Evans

Fashion Feature: Tran Nguyen.....................................12 Clothing by Tran Nguyen, Interview and Design by Vinny Nelson

One Hundred-Word Essays..........................................14 Writing by Creative Writing students, Design by Elliot Evans

Pottery Portfolio: Olivia Jarecki...................................16 Interview and Design by Vinny Nelson

Poetry by Avery Olmstead............................................18 Design by Elliot Evans

All the Right Points........................................................20 Art by Digital Art students, Design by Natalie Gill

The Places You’ll Go.....................................................22 Story and Design by Natalie Gill, Photos by Anne Johnson

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elcome to the third issue of The Warrior Apollo, volume two! If you’re new to The Apollo, we created this magazine to act as a creative platform for Westside students and teachers to share their art and opinions. This past new year, we reflected on how much our publication has evolved. Over the course of this school year, The Apollo has seen tremendous growth in both creative content and support from the District 66 community. As editors, we would like to thank you for your support of the arts. This issue has been our most diverse in content yet! Inside, we have published our first AP portfolio, fashion portfolio and pottery portfolio, as well as an array of work from the creative writing students and the digital art classes. This range of coverage on creativity at Westside is really important to us, and we couldn’t have done it without you.

Now, The Apollo staff will be working to publish our fourth and final issue of the school year. We ask you to consider submitting your art or written pieces, as this will be the last chance you have to get your work published this year. Submitting work be done at thewarriorapollo.com. To read past issues, you may also visit our website.

If you have any questions, please feel free to email us at nelson409@ westside66.net and evans549@westside66.net. If you have any physical submissions, drop them off in room 251. We hope you enjoy reading this issue!

Your Editors, Vinny Nelson and Elliot Evans

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“The purpose of my concentration is to explore how pushing light into compartments can impact the effectiveness of its function as a light, along with the environment surrounding it. Whether that’s by making the light fixture’s design a ‘compartment’ in itself or by using its environment as a means of sectioning the light off, every piece explores how light in one space can affect another.”

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You now realize you can overwater Now noticed you cannot help that tree.

It had the chance to grow to be the

Don’t put in something…

And expect to get what you want out of it, Because you’re just going to get what you put in.

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Friendship

Later on…

The silence will kill you.

You’ve learned to live and lose.

But you knew it could get cloudy…

And you just didn’t see it.

But you’ll continue to water, And water.

Until you step in a huge puddle.

Brown leaves scattered around the dead tree, There’s just… memories now.

strongest thing you can imagine.

But you couldn’t hear soil’s silent screams…

Such a far distance created a flood.

But hope has lived within you.

Some live and are the strongest of them all.

But whether you like it or not, They wither, They break.

But as long as it must take you…

It’s worth it.

As long as you must walk to the water As far as they must travel to the sun.

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You’ve found your soil, You saw your sun, But you’re just the water.

‘m always a big fan when it comes to anything that is fashion related, so I take fashion as a way to learn more about fashion in general, as well as learning how to sew and make my own clothes. My favorite piece featured is the one-shouldered dress, because it was the first project that I did all on my own. I think the biggest challenge is knowing what to do for my projects, like, knowing how I have to sew all the pieces together and whether the product is going to turn out the way I expect it to be. Just like art, fashion is a way for me to show off my skills, and sometimes my emotions, but instead of paper and pencil, it’s something that I can wear.”

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I once had a black fluffy cat. It had been abandoned by its owners; it was a kitten no more than 10 weeks old. We decided to take it home and make it part of the family. My brother had a cat, so why couldn’t I? Over the course of three years, I started to love this cat. On the other hand, it didn’t love me. It would hiss and swat at me and always run when someone entered the room. One day, the cat got out and never returned. I will forever wonder what happened to dear little Magic.__Kaitlyn Jansen I was sitting with a friend when I remembered seeing a record at a bookstore. I realized that it would sound cool played in slow-motion. Wordlessly, I took out my phone and called there.

“Hello,” the employee said.

“Hey,” I said. “Do you guys still have the album ‘Chipmunk Punk?’” “...I’m sorry?” “‘Chipmunk Punk.’ Released 1980. Should be in the comedy/ spoken word section.”

“I’ll check.”

Silence.

“It’s not here,” she said.

“Oh,” I replied. “Thank you, anyway.”

I hung up and returned to my work. My friend stared at me. I looked at her.

“What?” I asked. “‘Chipmunk Punk?’”__Jane Knudsen

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The first time I realized I was a criminal was at the tender age of nine. It all started in the dollar section. There was an adorable pink headband, and I had to have it. As soon as I turned to my mom, I heard the dreaded word, “No.” I decided to wear it while I could around the store. Time passed, and I forgot about the headband. Later that day, after the groceries were put away, I rushed to my room. In the mirror I saw a flash of bright pink. Then, right on queue, I heard a police siren from the distance.__Eliana Satterlee One time when I was nine years old, my father and I decided we should go to the pool during a hot summer day. We went straight to the pool, and I was more than excited. Summer is my favorite time of year, and it’s so easy to sit and relax at the pool, or even in the pool. But today I felt like relaxing in the pool would be the best course of action. So, I went in the pool and laid straight down on my face and just let myself float. This scared all the lifeguards ... and my dad.__Ethan Shea My grandpa is a somewhat unusual man. He has firm beliefs that every idea he has is a good one. This past New Year’s, my family decided that everybody would choose a game and all the family would compete. Most wins at the end of the night was the champion.

My grandpa decided his game would be indoor target shooting.

Everybody was skeptical, but he told us not to worry. He had it figured out.

Much to our disbelief, he did. In the basement, one wall was lined with cardboard boxes with targets taped onto them.

A BB gun was on the opposite side of the room. His game commenced. __Zola Madson I used to live in a small and cozy sky blue house. Some may say that it’s too small and there’s no room for anything, but my family made do with what we had in that house. In fact, we had a lot of things there. Everything had a place in a hidey-hole somewhere in the house. There were a lot of memories in this house. Whether they were good or bad, we enjoyed ourselves at the place we used to call home.__Starlene Brinson

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POTTERY PORTFOLIO:

OLIVIA JArecki “The pottery room is one of my favorite places to go, whether I’m going in just to work on my projects or to make a stupid little pinch pot. In there, I am surrounded by the most supportive and fun group of students and teachers I have ever had the pleasure of working with or, in some cases, the lack of working with.”

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“If you have the room in your schedule next semester, I highly recommend taking a pottery class! Honestly, I wish I had taken one sooner. It’s a nice break from the serious side of school and a good creative release. I don’t necessarily have a favorite piece of mine. I love them all equally.”

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Fear Fear is something we let in Fear is something that we think is unbeatable It is, you just have to learn to accept that fear is a state of mind An emotion most develop early on Fear is something that we hate, something we loathe I’ve loathed it forever It lurks over my shoulder, telling me I shouldn’t, that I’m weak That if I jump, I might fall On October 26, fear haunted me the most that day My birth father was coming to meet me, for the first time in 14 years He could look me in the eye and say hello That day I felt like I was going to pass out, like I was going to cry Fear told me that I shouldn't do it, I shouldn’t accept what he wanted to say Fear told me that I should keep him locked away in my memories Fear told me no, but I said yes I wanted to feel loved and accepted by someone who had hardly known me Fear that day was defeated, he was put to rest in the back of my mind To this day I still feel him, lurking in my mind, playing with my emotions But there will come a day where I’ll meet him again It will be just another day I beat him

Poison You were the poison in my veins You asked why when I pushed you away Trying to twist my mind that you were good for me That I needed you to survive and it worked I fell deep into your trap Letting you pick apart my broken soul one by one I wanted to let go; I needed to let go But somewhere along the thin line that you had crossed There was light, hope that one day I wouldn’t feel Alone anymore with you But it faded and you grew stronger, telling me I was stupid, ugly All because I had called you out And in a snap of a finger, you were gone

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But I felt your poison flooding my body the pain wasn’t what hurt but the fact that I fell for it Again and again Poison, toxic, unhealthy, You kept me around, playing with my feelings Making me feel wanted Instead, I was a nuisance to you a pawn in your game that you kept losing at but now the tables have turned and I’ve let go, I’m your poison now Your unhealthy obsession

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The moment we met I knew it was fate You and me, two lost souls destined for greatness Two wild creatures setting out to find themselves together But your pain from the past and my pain from the beyond took us both Away Letting our yarn-tied hands unravel Our bodies are broken Our fear of being alone coming to life Like monsters under a child's bed Our hearts that pumped the same blood are now Ripped into two Now we live our lives apart You as one and me as two separate parts of a puzzle Scattered amongst the table Trying to fit every piece back together So I myself could feel like once again Whole and together

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all the the right right points points all Digital art students create protraits using triangles in Adobe Illustrator

Elise Kudera Senior

Trista Tyrell Senior

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Kylie Ketelsen Senior

Hardenne Koffi Junior

Sawyer Muller Senior

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T W H E P L A C E S YOU’LL GO

estside High School French teacher, Anne Johnson, sat down to recollect her memories of studying abroad. Her experiences are a good reminder to appreciate other cultures and they’re a true testament to how far an education can take you.

“I spent eight years in a classroom studying French, previous to my study abroad experience. So, eight years of classroom French and five-and-a-half months of studying in France, in the classroom and just being in the country, my language skills grew exponentially. I probably learned as much in those five-and-a-half months as I did in the eight previous years of just the classroom. So being in the classroom in complete immersion in French and then going outside those classroom doors and being in complete immersion in French … my learning took off and it was amazing, the best thing I ever did.”

“Just that cultural perspective I never could’ve gotten, had I just kept reading about it. I wouldn’t have understood those little nuisances of everyday life that I experienced while being there had I not gone. You can read about things but, experiencing them and having to go through sometimes challenging situations … it helps you grow a lot. Not only as a language learner but just as a human being ... it cultivated a lot of resilience in me for sure.”

“I would say the pace of life [is the biggest cultural difference], just that work-life balance. The French have a more balanced life than Americans do. They value that work and they’re passionate about their work … and they value their free time ... that balance is far better in France than it is here. I miss that part.”

“Because we were at a portion of the country that was focused on international students, there weren’t as many interactions with French residents necessarily, but I did get to meet people from Germany and people from Kuwait and people from Japan, and I’m still in contact with some of them to this day, twenty-plus years later. I was in class with a Japanese girl, and obviously, our common language was French, so for the first two months that’s all we spoke to each other ... it came up that she knew English. I said ‘you know English, why haven’t we been practicing that?’ she said ‘oh no, I’m not as good at English as I am at French.’ … so we just continued down the French path. It was neat to see that was the common bond that we had.”

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French teacher reflects on her time studying abroad

Photos provided by Anne Johnson

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The Apollo Manifesto Here at Apollo we pledge allegiance to artistic freedom, To giving students a creative outlet, To thinking outside the box, To experiencing emotion through art, Because what makes Apollo special is Its contributors and staff, And the love each issue is made of.

Cover art by Natalie Gill