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    Best on the Street

    Junior Kyle Street prepares himself by practicing for the Orange County Golf Meet. Photo by Olivia Becht

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    Batman Returns to Speech Contest

    Seniors Steven South and Nate Ellis perform a Batman-themed duo for Speech Contest. Photo by Katie May

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    McGowan’s Winged Performance

    The annual speech contest took place again at Paoli Jr-Sr High School on Wednesday April 15, 2015. Maggie McGowen performed her speech in front of two judges for the second

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    This continues a series of book reviews by reading-addict junior Darrian Breedlove.  A Reading-Addict: CINDER Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From

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    Roberts Guards Home

    Junior Blake Roberts catches a pitch at the Rams baseball game against Scottsburg. Photo by Jolynn Roberts

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    Seniors Get Their Match On

    Seniors Brandie Hankins and Alyx Ross, shake hands during their first match of the season against Tell City. Photo by Katie May

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    The Treble Makers

    The Treble Makers take the stage again. By: Travis Mefford

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    Hard at Work

    Sophomore Dylan Coleman helps build a project by working on the flooring. Photo by Morgan Dotts

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    Showing Sparks

    Sophomore Charles Pease welds onto a tractor in welding class. Photo by Morgan Dotts

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  • Senior Lexi Fugate pitches in the 4/6 Varsity softball game against Dubois.

    Miss the Latest Softball Game?

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Scholarship Opportunity

Attention Seniors: Applications for the Kevin Drake Memorial Scholarship are now available in the counselor’s office. This $500 to $1500 scholarship is open to any graduating senior who is planning to further their education in an agricultural, vocational, family and consumer science, or medical profession. The deadline for returning applications is May 6, 2015.

Practice Makes Perfect

Paoli Winterguard getting ready for competition.

By Travis Mefford

Varsity Baseball In Action

Senior Zane Jones gets in position to fire in a fast pitch during a Varsity baseball game.

Photos by Cole Crawford

Open Casting Coming Soon

Drama Club will be hosting our annual talent show Saturday, May 2. This is an invitation to you to participate.
Acts may include talents such as singing, dancing, playing an instrument, performing monologues or skits, juggling, uni-cycling, etc. A rehearsal on May 1 after school is required so that we can figure out tech needs, etc. Students and staff were sent a link to register in their email. Sign up by completing the form.

A Reading-Addict: A Look at STOLEN

This begins a series of book reviews by reading-addict junior Darrian Breedlove. 

A Reading-Addict: A Look at STOLEN

STOLEN is the story of Gemma, a sixteen-year-old girl on her way to a family vacation. She steps away from her family to get a coffee, when she is approached by a handsome stranger named Ty. He pays for her drink, and drugs it when she’s not looking. They talk for a bit. Their hands touch. And before Gemma knows what is happening, he takes her. Steals her away. To sand and heat. To emptiness and isolation. To nowhere. And expects her to love him. This novel is about Gemma desperately trying to survive; of how she has to come to terms with her living nightmare — or die trying to fight it.

This novel really stands out among other works of literature that deal with the modern tragedy of abduction. STOLEN is written as a letter from Gemma to the man who kidnapped her, Ty.

One factor that was really compelling about the book was that Gemma was not a damsel in distress given her abduction — she tried on multiple occasions to escape her captor despite how small her chances were of actually succeeding. Her attempts of escape were very gripping because you never knew how Ty would react or how her attempt would wind up.

Not only does this story follow a strong, female protagonist who never quite gives up in a situation of hopelessness, but it also has a very vivid writing style that takes you into the shoes of Gemma throughout her terrifying yet interesting experience. It makes you question what you would do if you were put through an event like that.

The relationship that develops between Gemma and Ty throughout the story line is very captivating and emotional. Ty cares about Gemma and does nothing to hurt her, which is different from the captors that are seen on the news whom have killed or raped their victims. In the novel, Ty raises questions on what his intentions and reasons are, and what he is hiding.  You find yourself wondering what exactly Gemma feels towards Ty as she starts to understand him as a person and learns about his past.

I was conflicted as much as Gemma when it came down to understanding what kind of a person Ty truly was and how I felt about his character, and that proved to be a really important aspect of character development and suspense in the plot . Despite the fact that Ty was a kidnapper, I found myself really starting to care for him. Overall, the novel raised one big question about the relationship between Gemma and Ty: Is Gemma starting to fall in love with Ty or is it a case of Stockholm Syndrome? This was a very interesting and amazing idea to plant in a reader’s mind, because really, it is up to the reader to figure that out.

STOLEN by Lucy Christopher was an emotional thriller that I could not put down and it left me wanting more once I finished the book. I gave it 5/5 stars. I now consider this book to be one of my all time favorite novels, and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes captivating plots and survival stories.

Book Review by Darrian Breedlove

Not Normal: Pittman Recalls a Story of Abuse

From Issue 6, Published March 13, 2015

Not Normal: Pittman Recalls a Story of Abuse

It was eight years ago when the world first discovered my mother was abusing me. Everyone around me knew before I even understood myself.
To me, as a five-year-old, living off of close to no food was normal. Being beaten daily was something every child was forced to endure, and a life full of abuse was a life everyone was living.
The day I was taken from my mother still haunts me. July 8, 2006, at age five, my parents had been split for nearly four years. As she did every week, my mom dropped me off at her sister’s house before she went to her job as a bartender.
There were several people gathered at my aunt’s house, many of them I had never seen before. My mother left, and my aunt commanded me to follow her. As she led me through the living room, I saw one familiar face: that of my father. He was sitting on the couch surrounded by a group of people all snorting some sort of a white powder.
I didn’t say anything to my dad, I knew he saw me, and he knew I saw him. My aunt stopped me in front of a hall closet, opened the door, picked me up, and threw me in. She gave me one last look, told me not to move, or say a word, and slammed the door. I tried to peer through the crack of the door for anyone around me, but nobody was there.
This wasn’t the first time the closet and I had met. I kept finding myself there over and over again. As a matter of fact, I once spent eight days in that closet.
Everyone questions so many things when I tell them this. They wonder how I was given food, how I survived and why I didn’t leave. Well, back then, I lived off of my mom giving me one pack of ramen noodles each week, so my body had adjusted to not eating very much. Also, what goes in, must always come out, and it never killed anybody for it to go back in again. I tried to leave the closet, but it was nearly impossible. My aunt had put a child safety lock on the door knob, and I could never quite figure out how to open the door.
On this particular night, after around six hours of being closet-bound, I began to hear screaming. I couldn’t see what was going on around me, but I knew I heard my mother’s voice. I soon realized exactly what was happening. My mother had come to pick me up, saw my father, and they had gotten into a fight. This was pretty common, this day wasn’t much different from any other day I spent with my aunt.
That is, until, I began to hear “Call 911.” being repeatedly shouted, over and over again. I had no idea what 911 was, nor why everyone was wanting to call them . Not too much later I heard cars with sirens pulling up in the driveway. Then I knew: “Call 911” meant call the police.
Many girls often say their daddy is their hero. However, when I say this, I can mean it. After the police arrested my mom, they were forcing everyone to evacuate the house It was my dad who uttered one simple phrase: “My daughter’s in that closet”. That in itself is one of the main reasons I am where I am today. My dad could have left, and never had said a single word about me. He could’ve let me continue lying there, but he chose not to. I always knew my dad loved me. He was not always there to show me, but I knew.
Never before did I realize, the simple phrase “My daughter’s in that closet” would have such a strong impact on how my life is today.
The police sent me home with my dad that night, and a few days later, he was given custody of me. Looking back, I’m really surprised custody was handed over to him. He had an unbelievable criminal record, and was by no means suited to be parenting a child. Although my dad wasn’t exactly ideal, I can safely say he never laid a hand on me. He tried to be a good father, he failed at it, but he sure did try.
When my dad’s parents first heard my dad was given custody, they were astonished. They had been trying for years to take me from my mom, but nothing was ever done. It wasn’t difficult for anyone to tell I was being abused. I would have large bruises, cuts and wounds from when my mother got mad.
My mother blamed everything she did on being mad, and she found every way in the world to take her anger out on me. I don’t believe I ever did anything to make her angry, and I have no explanation for why she did the things she did.
Once, when I was four, my mom had gone a week without harming me. I thought things could have finally been changing. I thought maybe she was finally going to be the nurturing mother every child yearns to have.
I was wrong.
Late Sunday night, my mother’s anger spiralled out of control. She was furious, and still to this day I have no idea why. She picked me up, stood on a chair and stuck my head into a spinning ceiling fan. I screamed and cried for her to stop. I tried telling her how much it was hurting me, but she didn’t care. She just continued to hold me in the fan as the propellers smacked against my face one by one. The large lashes remained on my face for weeks after this incident. Nobody ever questioned it, nobody even suspected there could have been something horrific going on.
People had to have noticed, I just wish one of them would have spoke up.
It wasn’t much long after my dad was given custody that he was arrested for theft. On July 11, 2006, my dad was put in prison. He had been living with his parents, so I lived there also. My grandparents never told me that he was in jail. They never spoke to me about how I would be living with them. At the time, I was going to see a counselor. The counselor had to be the one to tell me my dad was given thirteen years in prison. I was terrified. I was just adjusting to a new life living with my dad, and now I would have to start all over living with my grandparents.
The odd thing about counseling is my therapist never once spoke with me and my grandparents at the same time. When she would speak to me, my grandparents would be told to sit outside the door. When she would speak to them, I was expected to do the same. It didn’t do much help though. I could still clearly hear every word she said.
“This child is never going to be normal again.” I heard her say this many of times.
I never completely understood this, though. I thought my life was perfectly normal. Looking at what the therapist said, I now know exactly what she meant by it, and I agree with it completely.
On the outside, I am a normal teenage girl, but on the inside, things are a bit different. After a few years of living with my grandparents, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD. When most people think of PTSD, they think of veterans who have returned from war. When I think of PTSD, I think of terrible haunting dreams and flashbacks. I try to push them away, but somehow they always seem to slip back into my life. I do my best to ignore everything, but sometimes it’s nearly impossible. Although I don’t go to a counselor any more, it still helps me a lot to talk. I am very thankful for great friends and family who are willing to be there for me any time I need them.
The worst part of PTSD is the fact that I can’t control when it happens. Any time of the day my brain can just space out, and fill itself with traumatic pictures, experiences and memories. Most commonly, my mind likes to drift to the times my mother and her boyfriend would take turns picking me up, and throwing my body onto the brick wall outside of their house. To them, this was some sort of a game. I have absolutely no idea how my brain manages to still remember everything, since I was really young, but I do.
Mentally, the first few years of living with my grandparents were the worst. Although, there has never been a moment when they haven’t supported me, or been there to help me when I’m down.
I was in such shock, I could rarely be spotted without tears running down my face. Even though I know my mom was terrible to me, I didn’t understand this at the time. I loved her more than anyone, and I missed her terribly.
Today, I am the best I have been in a long time. I used to be forced to visit with my mother and father. I would beg my grandparents not to make me see them, and they finally decided they were no longer going to make me. I have been a lot more cheerful since visitations were stopped. It was extremely difficult for me to overcome anything when every other weekend I was constantly reminded by being around my parents.
After we stopped the visitations nearly two years ago, I have been able to move on easier than ever. Since then, I have accepted there is nothing I can do about what happened to me, but I can do something about how I personally react to the situation. I have learned I did use to be the child to yearn for love. I hoped and prayed to God above, to hear all my cries, and all my pain.
It’s unbelievable how greatly the perspective of “normal” differentiates from person to person. Your view on what’s normal could appear as complete and utter torture to others around you. What I thought was normal, actually turned out to be the complete opposite. Although there is no definition for normal, nor will there ever be, abuse should never be anyone’s normal.

Column by Brooklyn Pittman

STAFF EDITORIAL: Change Attitude, Change Life

Whether you see it or not, people are most likely to see you in a certain way.
It is human nature to judge others. These judgements, often made on image alone, lead to the formation of cliques and their associated stereotypes.
The Paolite staff has its own opinion on cliques and the reputations they often have.
We believe there are cliques here at PHS. We agree that, when it comes to reputations, it is easier for some groups to earn a bad reputation than it is to earn a good one. The staff feels that people’s reputations are based on their attitude and how they act, rather than the clothes they wear or the people they hang out with.
We are undecided as to whether or not cliques are good for individuals. Some of us feel they are bad, as many negative stereotypes can be associated with them. Others believe they are good, as students meet people who have similar interests, and offers them a sense of belonging.
Good or bad, cliques will continue to be there, coexisting in peace, neutrality or conflict with each other.

March Madness Upon Us

From Issue 6, Published March 13, 2015

Ingle weighs in on who will take home the basketball crown

March Madness is the most intense time of the year for college basketball. Only the best of the best teams make it all the way to the Championship Game. Usually, the winner of the championship changes every year, and can sometimes be unexpected.
Anyone who pays attention to March Madness fills out a prediction bracket. People usually look forward to filling out a bracket (or brackets) because they believe they have a chance to become rich in the process.
American business investor, Warren Buffett, offers $1 billion to anyone who gets a perfect bracket. Some people can win that type of money just for filling out the right teams in the right boxes.
I fill a bracket out every year because I want the same chance to win some nice money. And filling out a bracket is very fun too. Sadly, the odds of filling out a perfect bracket is 1-to-9 quintillion.
Plus, there are so many upsets during March Madness, it is nearly impossible to have a perfect bracket, so people have the slimmest chance of getting close to winning that much cash.
For anyone unfamiliar, the order teams play and who they play is not just random. There are four regions that teams are divided into, geographically. There is Midwest, South, East and West. Teams are placed in these areas are determined by where they are in the United States.
There are 16 teams for each area of the bracket. That makes 64 teams total that participate in March Madness.
The winners of each conference automatically are included in the 64 teams. The rest of the teams are chosen by what teams have the best records.
The first round of March Madness starts next week, March 17-18. After the first round, and all of the teams have played, there are only 32 teams left. After the second round, there are only 16 teams left. This known as the Sweet Sixteen. Winners after the third round advance to the Elite Eight teams. After the fourth round, the teams left are known as the Final Four teams. After that, is the NCAA basketball Championship, which will be held this year at the Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis on April 4.
Being from Indiana, I dislike the Kentucky Wildcats very much. Even though they are ranked No. 1, and are the only team with zero losses, I still do not like Kentucky.
Personally, I like watching all of the Big 10 teams play. This area ranges from Nebraska to New Jersey. Two Big 10 teams are the Purdue Boilermakers and the Indiana Hoosiers.
What Purdue has which most teams in the Big 10 doesn’t have is height. There is no guy on Purdue shorter than 5’10” on the roster. Height is one major factor that most other Big 10 teams lack.
The motto that represents the Indiana Hoosiers this season is to “live and die by the 3”. This means that if Indiana is not knocking down three-pointers, their wins will turn into losses. Since Indiana lacks height, three-pointers are what they live for. Most of the time, Indiana is on point with their shots.
Since I admire all of the Big 10, I want a Big 10 team to win the Championship. Currently, Wisconsin is ranked No. 6 in the Associated Press Top 25 poll. I want to see Wisconsin go all the way to win the James Naismith trophy.
I hope Kentucky gets blown out by Wisconsin in the Championship Game. What would be even better is if Kentucky does not even make it to the Championship Game.
Like I said before, I want the Wisconsin Badgers to win the Championship. There is a good chance that Wisconsin can go all the way because of their biggest play maker, Frank Kaminsky. Kaminsky averages 18 points and 8 rebounds a game. Frank Kaminsky could be the key to Wisconsin’s second National Championship.
It’s not just Wisconsin which has a playmaker. The Kentucky Wildcats actually have two major scorers.
These powerful players are the Harrison brothers. Andrew Harrison averages 10 points a game and Aaron Harrison averages 14 points a game. These elite forces are a major reason why Kentucky is undefeated.
What I expect out of March Madness are lots and lots of upsets. I also hope the Wisconsin Badgers win the NCAA championship and the Kentucky Wildcats go home feeling ashamed.

Column by Jace Ingle

More Than Meets the Eye: History of common symbols complicated for many

From Issue 6, Published March 13, 2015

More Than Meets the Eye: History of common symbols complicated for many

Each morning, students stand and pledge to a symbol that people around the world understand: The American Flag. The American Flag is a symbol of America, just like the Statue of Liberty, the bald eagle, Uncle Sam and many more. Symbols are a simple way to convey meaning with a simple image. What many people do not realize is over time, the meaning can change. That does not mean they physically change, sometimes just the meanings change. A common symbol with a big meaning is the swastika.
“Swastika was originally an Indian symbol,” said History teacher Chris Lindley. “Even today you’ll see it all around India. It’s an ancient Hindu symbol meaning good luck and prosperity. Whenever Hitler began looking for something to define the Aryans, his master race, he grabbed that symbol and used it for Nazi Germany.”
A lot of people do not know Hitler took the symbol and made his own. Because the symbol is so commonly associated with the Nazi Party, to this day, whenever someone sees Swastika they do not think good or prosperity, they think racism and anti-semitism.
The Confederate Flag and The Swastika both have something in common: a connection to racism.
“The Confederate Flag is another one,” said Lindley. “At one point, it simply represents the Confederacy. Then after the war, it begins to be viewed as nostalgia by some Southerners as part of their history. Then it gets to being used today more as a symbol of racism towards African Americans.”
A lot of students do not understand that the Confederate Flag, also known as Rebel Flag, has a very offensive meaning toward African Americans. The Confederate Flag colors are red, white, blue, with thirteen stars. Sound familiar? The thirteen stars represent the original thirteen colonies from which the United States began. But as time went on, more and more southerner’s adapted the flag and the image was transformed into a sign of “we hate blacks,” when that is not the original message.
Religions have their own symbols and meanings as well.
“For Christians their symbol is the cross,” said Lindley. “For the first two to three centuries it was the fish. The cross was a symbol of Roman execution, which had a very negative meaning to it, which now it has been transferred to having a very strong meaning. For Muslims its the crescent with the little star in it. Jews, star of David. There’s all these different symbols that people use.”
Having a symbol on a piece of paper is one thing. But with that, there are other symbols that everyone will just look by. An example would be gang signs. Such as bandanas hanging out your pockets, the rock and roll sign, “westside,” etc. In some cities, what you wear can determine whether you live or die.
“It’s language in another way,” said Lindley. “A symbol can have one meaning, then I guess you can say hijacked to have a different meaning. But what if someone doesn’t know that language and misuses it? That’s where we get our problems.”
As time goes on, there will be more and more symbols that will transform into meanings that no one could ever imagine.

Story by India Wong

Hard Workers Wanted

From Issue 6, Published March 13, 2015

Hard Workers Wanted: Early college degree begins Fall 2015

Next year, Industrial Technology teacher Jason Goodman will take over the Conexus Indiana Hire Technology course at PHS. This course is a two-year Advanced Manufacturing and Logistics program offered through high schools. The program is open to any high school student.
Anyone who joins Advanced Manufacturing classes will be able to learn the manufacturing process, which shows, how products are created, moved, packaged and shipped to the correct destination. Students can gain up to 15 college credits and five industry certificates upon successful completion. Students can complete a semesters worth of college by taking the two advanced manufacturing classes.
“Students can get a jump start on their life. They can leave high school ready for a great paying job, over $20 per hour, or they can move on to college and have one semester of work completed. Also, they will be able to participate in summer internships with companies,” said Goodman.
There are no requirements to join. The classes include field trips and hands-on activities. Students will be able to see the manufacturing process in person when they visit GKN Sinters Metals in Salem. Kevin Knies, the Lost River Career Cooperative Director discovered the program and suggested it.
“It incorporates fun computer based activities, field trips, as well as hands on lab activities. Think about it, one semester of college finish by taking two high school classes and doing a paid internship, or go to work and get a great paying job,” said Goodman.
The program helps high school students become prepared for life after high school.
“Students will be able to save money, make more money, be able to get a job easier, and will get a jump start on their life and career or their college degree,” said Goodman.

Story by Codie Emmons

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