Last weekend the LRHS drama club did a performance of The Addams Family, a musical comedy. The main cast of characters is the Addams, a family of gothic eccentrics. Tension bubbles up within the family when the oldest daughter, Wednesday, falls in love with Lucas Beineke… a normal boy. This results in conflict between the starkly different families. The play is very entertaining and has many great musical numbers that make it an unforgettable experience. If you missed last weekend's show then do not fear, another set of performances is this weekend. The time for Friday and Saturday’s performances is 7:00 pm and a Sunday matinee is at 2:00 pm. Tickets are $12 for adults and $8 for students and senior citizens. Food and drinks will also be available during intermission. You can also make donations to the local food pantry. Make sure to go see the play and support all the drama clubs' hard work. Below is the cast list for the performances: - Greg
Last year marked the beginning of a super fun school wide activity; the Easter Egg Hunt. Student council will begin hiding paper easter eggs next Wednesday, April 13th. Students are to find the eggs and write their names on them and submit them to a box for a drawing later on in the week. Last year's prizes included Dunkin gift cards. Please remember not to disrupt any classes that are in session and to play fairly. Enjoy your egg hunting!
-Leah Love: a concept that everyone perceives differently
But no matter how it is perceived I don't think I will ever understand it All I know is that I love things like playing the guitar and looking at the sky when the stars shine their brightest I know I love listening to music, and running because it's the closest thing to flying. Love is a constant state of not knowing I don't feel the fuzzy feelings you’re supposed to feel in the movies it's more desperate and lonely It’s like how an untuned piano sounds, every bit eerie It's the feeling of overthinking and sweating even when it's cold outside It has no designated definition it's messy but it’s beautiful like the paintings in museums the ones with the slashed canvas and splattered colors It's scary It’s chaotic And you can't help but look at it longer I strive for love to be like the sun and the moon their love is 93 million miles apart and yet its described with such bliss But I think the love I know is more like the clouds and the sky they share the same space but are never talked about with such confidence We can rely on the sun and the moon for they will never leave They go hand in hand with each other But the clouds only sometimes visit the sky Then carry on elsewhere The clouds can never compare to the moon Because what the clouds bring is provisional Temporary company with gray skies and rainy days The clouds cover the skies beauty It's a conditional love But I understand it now So never settle for love that comes from the clouds Settle for a love that would be more like the sun and the moon One that doesnt cover your beauty with rainy days - Izabell Insanity
It might seem far away Or unrealistic But where do the ideas you’ve been having stem from? The idea that everything is out to get you and nothing is safe Surely it can’t all be imagined A place where all of our worst fears come true, Might not be as far away as you think Think of your worst fears Maybe a fear of the dark Fear of heights or spiders From the prison that is your mind, these ideas have time- Too much time. They fester And grow Trying to escape, Realizing they cannot fit through the cell bars… They shift And melt Down to the floor where the gap is just big enough for them to fit through. As these ideas escape, Fear and paranoia make their appearance Fear cloaked in a dark mask, one that you cannot see the truth through. Paranoia is like a rabbit endlessly trying to escape its ultimate fate of being eaten. Not far along the road, Anxiety creeps in too with its teeth bared and a shaking, aching body Not much time is left before these things consume you. But maybe these ideas of being abandoned, lied to, tricked, Have been a part of you all along How can you be sure? Sure you are not the problem? Are you crazy? Or just paranoid? It’s too hard to tell. Do you run? Or stay and fight? Either way, your future begins to not look so bright And as you question everything and anything, something new pops up in your sights: Mistrust. Its black oozing tentacles reach out to grab you But pull you under by surprise Under the crashing waves of doubt and confusion Pulling you deeper and deeper below the surface until you reach the pit of your fears Death. It looks much more beautiful than you could imagine Like a butterfly with a torn wing Or a night sky without the moon As you get lost in this beauty, You begin to wonder, Is it a trick? Suddenly, everyone is out to get you And nothing is real. You look in the mirror to find reality The place where everything is exactly as it seems. It’s face is plain and simple, without the hint of a lie The truth is on the surface, not deep below. But where is the reality in a reflection? It is the exact opposite of everything you see, Yet there is nowhere else to look to find yourself So you look in the mirror again And see a stranger’s face staring back. The longer you look, the more it begins to change. The face turns into a grin, the grin into a grimace The grimace into a scream The face makes you angry and as it changes it begins to move Closer to the mirror It beats and pounds from the other side And when you look down at your hands, the blood and glass around the floor surely cannot be your own And the scream that comes out of your mouth cannot be your own It's theirs The idea that anything that can go wrong will go wrong And the idea that the process has already begun And the fear that it is too late to return It’s too much So you succumb to the pressure And let it consume you The only place of escape from the deception of the mirror is the dark But the dark is where everything began Is it not? - Susie |
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