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Journal Writing Project: Jamie Rose Howe


Fri, May 23rd, 2003
Posted in Columnists

Last night when I was driving home from my graduation party, alone in the dark, I could only see a few hundred feet in front of my car. I couldnít see the turns up ahead, or the hill I have to climb, or the deer, or the large crack in the road. I then realized that this is how itís going to be the rest of my life, I will only be able to see a few hundred feet in front of me. I wonít know if next year I will be alive or not, or if I will have to make a life-changing decision in a split second, or even if I will be alone.

It finally hit me. I am on my own. I am no longer living in an artificial life, I am eighteen and a grownup. I do not have a school bell controlling my life anymore. I am not treated like a child any longer; I actually have major responsibilities. No one is sitting under me to catch me when I fall, give me money when I am broke, or help me with my homework when I donít understand. I am on my own in this universe.

Yet isnít this what we all dreamed of, not having to worry about curfew or cleaning your room or finishing your homework? Iím not so sure anymore. With my diploma in my hand and my goal in my heart, I set out on my quest through life. I venture on, not knowing what will happen to me along the way, and not seeing where my life is going except for the few feet in front of me.

As a freshman you think, "Man, I have a long time to go before I am out of this place," and as a senior you think, "Where did the time go when I was in this place." My art teacher said something to me the first day of my senior year that was unbelievably true: she said, "Yesterday you were a freshman, and today you are a senior." As a freshman I wouldnít have believed it for a second, but I do now. I believe that "Time really does fly when youíre having fun," and "the only thing that is constant in this world is change."

Life flies by you as everything changes, and if you donít stop to look around once in a while you are sure to miss everything, especially your high school career.

Graduating is a funny feeling; itís a mixture of "Thank God I am out of here," and "I donít want to leave yet." I switch back and forth every other minute. I canít make up my mind, but it doesnít matter, because itís all over now and all I can do is move forward and remember all of the memories.

I am no longer a senior at Fillmore Central High School .....
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Fourth Annual Bluff Country Bird Festival

Fri, May 23rd, 2003
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Have you ever wished for the excitement of seeing something again for the first time? That's how I feel about the migrating warblers, small colorful songbirds that flit about in the trees eating insects. A friend of mine calls them "flying works of a ..... 
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Another View: Farmers need to be active in 'Wall Street' government

Fri, May 23rd, 2003
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In today's economy, farmers need to be involved in two governments: our regular, civic government; and a second "economic or Wall Street" government.

For generations, farmers have looked to the government to help solve their in ..... 
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Journal Writing Project: Kyle Anderson

Fri, May 16th, 2003
Posted in Columnists

By Kyle Anderson  Whatever happened this year,   Is now in the past,   Fond, happy memories,   That hopefully will last.

The su ..... 
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The Commute: Crossing the finishing line

Fri, May 16th, 2003
Posted in Columnists

At a faculty meeting last week, one of our senior department members announced a small bit of good news regarding the budget. Maybe it was the end-of-semester stress, but for whatever reason, the rest of us responded by applauding him enthusiasticall ..... 
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Township Roads- Tractor Driving Lessons

Fri, May 16th, 2003
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I was out having fun with the tractor today. My son, Ted, and I had a load of firewood to throw on the neighborís wagon. The most fun for me is watching Ted start and drive the old Farmall H. We have a driving lesson every time we take it out of the ..... 
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Journal Writing Project: Matt Ruen

Fri, May 9th, 2003
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Thanks to all of you out there,  Whoíve read this column oímine.  Iíve enjoyed writing it through the year,  The experience has been fine.  This is my ..... 
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Of People, Places and Things: Please leave guns at the door

Fri, May 9th, 2003
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Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?   Mae West

Please leave guns at the door.   That sign was on the front entrance of a pizza joint I frequented in ..... 
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