Warwick Valley Chronicles
Front Cover: Image taken by Isabel Coppola (8),
Table of Contents: Image taken by Molly Rudnik (8).
Reviews & Articles
I am ready for your dreary white days
And staying inside by the fire wrapped in a blanket
Drinking hot cocoa with marshmallows or hot apple cider
Leaving my brothers to play in the snow
Before your ferocious blizzards of white doom
A Set of Poems by "Little Duke"
The summer is done,
The beach fun is gone.
Flowers have bloomed and died,
Now dead spring leaves catch a windy ride.
The crickets have stopped singing,
And the fireflies stopped blinking their natural lightbulbs.
The leaves become colors of the rainbow in an instant
And become like the colors of apples.
The apples mature from babies in their swinging and suspending cradle,
To their adult size, heavy
Till they drop to their awaited death or purpose.
Table of Contents
Summer, oh summer,
I miss your warm hugs of light
I miss swimming and camping with your unstable consent,
Your approval equaled shining rays
But I hope that you return next year,
Because right now,
I need you here.
School's in Session! School-Related Articles
Apples Vs. Leaves
Short Stories & Research Articles
Personal Narrative by Braedan H.
“Ring!”, I woke up to the smell of fresh bacon and golden rolls. Today was Easter! I knew it was my turn to capture the golden egg. I could feel it in my veins.
“Crunch! Crunch!”, soon enough I knew my sister would yell at me for chewing loud. “Stop!”, she yelled in my face. “It’s Easter, let me enjoy my food for crying out loud!” Soon enough I had to stop anyways. I imagined the precious golden egg, lying in my very precious hands. Even though my sisters beat me to finding it every year during the Easter egg hunt, I felt pretty confident this year. Before I knew it, the egg hunt started.
I was snatching all of the Easter eggs! Swish! Swash! It was funny seeing my sisters trying to catch up with my quick hands. After 2 minutes, I had a lot more eggs than my sisters, so I decided to rest a bit and I did, lying on my front lawn. Soon enough, I realized my sisters caught up to my egg count! I had more hunting to do. Snag! “Ha, ha, too slow”, I said to my sisters, joking around. But the fact that I still had no golden egg made me angry! Since I was in a big lead, I decided to get a drink. Before I knew it, my sisters caught up to me. “Can I enjoy my drink?”, I said in my head! Now I assume you know what happened. I was in a big lead, but with no golden egg! “Grr”, I said to myself! I had 9 eggs. My sisters were tied at 5 eggs. That’s a big enough lead, right I thought. So little me went to relax. Suddenly, the egg count wound up to 9 me,
And my sisters, 9! I couldn’t relax! My heart was beating so fast! I ran outside and In the corner of my eye, I saw a precious golden egg glistening in the sun. On the other side of me was a stampede o,f girls chasing MY EGG! I joined in. I could hear the egg laughing at me. I knew something bad would happen. “AH!”, I tripped on my shoelace and fell on my older sister! With dirt all over my shirt I said to myself, “I finally realize why I always lose!”.
Woof, Woof! The dogs barked. No one at the door. What a dull, sad rainy day. I dragged myself to a pearly white sheet of paper, picked up my cat and pencil and tried to draw him. Fail. not wanting to try again, I walked up to the computer’s big, bright screen, clicked the mouse and searched up Warrior Cats, my favorite book series.
I saw a few amazing pieces of fanart, suddenly I wanted to draw again, but definitely not realistically. I was attempting to draw Brightheart, a character in my book I found. I drew all the fuzz, cute paws, and her missing eye, it still didn't look great. I felt a little scared if I can’t make it look good. I did this like a thousand times, It never got a good look.
I finally gathered up enough courage to show my mom this so-called piece of art. Very surprisingly, she exclaimed, Thats beautiful!”
How could she like the missing eye? I ran back to the screen and looked at their art, then mine.
It looked different… in a good way! It screams “me” instead of “them.” I reexamined the page, added a few details and a signature. This was my art, my style, myself.
Personal Narrative by Madison B.
´´ WHY HAND WHY ́ ́I screeched with anger WAM I threw my sketch pad across the room I was nine years old and at that time I was practicing drawing characters for a drawing contest. I was up against my best friend at that time she was a little better at drawing than me just by a hair.
So I watched drawing videos on youtube on my big square TV.´´Wow she is so good at drawing ́ ́ I thought “ why can't I be as good as her i work way harder than her ̈ a huge tsunami of envy was drowning out all my other feelings drawing over and over until my hand was as red as a rose . I was sitting at my desk at stanfordville that felt like a prison for kids. I dragged my hand against the white and yellow walls my heart was pacing back N ́ forth in my chest, today was the day when I did the drawing contest.
I drew a character named flower she was a wolf girl with big fluffy ears and a big tail ́ ́ it's so bad ́ ́ I sighed ́ ́ So Gianna are you ready to show the judges our pictures¨ we had three judges number one ́s name is amanda also known as mandy . Number two was sydene a nice blonde haired girl with pretty blue eyes. Last but not least was bobby a boy with brown hair that was always shiney with freckles who never stopped wearing his nerdy smile.
I was sweating so much that I looked like i jumped into the Hudson .¨ So I really like Zora ́ś it's cleaner and cuter ̈ Bobby whispered ¨ the theme was Kawaii ̈ ( which means cute ) sydney said . I was shaking with fear ̈ well I like gianna´s more ̈ Mandy said those words made me think “ I WISH I WAS BETTER AT DRAWING!¨ I was so JEALOUS I was over her ̈ but my own hobby is art and if I lose what would they think of me¨ I looked over at her drawing ¨ it's so good ̈ i thought it felt like a blackhole opened up and swallowed me. ̈ ̈ the winner is ̈ they said “ Gianna ́ ́ those words meant no one liked my drawings until i heard ¨ NO, I think Zora should win I just copied her ̈ gianna sighed.
I looked down at my own paper and I smiled like a bee with a flower not because I won because I inspired someone to do something they loved .
Personal Narrative by Zora P.
"Man, the prof says I need to completely rewrite my final project"
"It can't be that bad, surely..."
"Here, read through this and highlight anything you think seems bad"
"I expected that"
Cyanide and Happiness comics illustrated by Michael Jackson, Jr.
"That's not a scary costume, son!!"
Newscast club is a fun club if you want to be on TV. We did our first show and we have one every quarter. We talk about all different topics.
At our first show we talked about breast cancer awareness by Elvin, Weather by Haven, Spirit Week and Halloween by Kadence, and Sports by Sophia. After we got our scripts we had one last meeting and then the next day we went up to the High School.
What was it like being on TV?
Well……. We got our hair done. There was a lot of bright lights. 3 cameras. We each had a little microphone on our shirt. Each camera had lines so we could know what to say. We all had the best time ever!
Listen to the announcements to see when the next meeting is. Hope to see you there!
By Laura Edwards
WVMS Club Spotlight:
When you walk into class, you have a lot to prove. But a good first impression will give you a head start.
Look the part
Try to maintain personal hygiene.
Stay alert. Try not to let your mind wander into “lalaland.”
Make eye contact when you talk to someone.
Keep your head tall, and talk clearly. Look at the teacher when she/he is talking.
Making The Grade
One common worry for middle schoolers is getting good (or better) grades. Here are some tips.:
Focus on the lesson.
No matter how hard, or boring it is, try to participate. Raise your hand when a teacher asks a question. Even if you think your answer is wrong, give it a go- it’s better to be wrong and learn the right answer than be wrong and never learn anything! This is also important because a good deal of you grade is counted for participation.
Study for tests.
The best way to study for something is to review the material from class, and. If possible, practice the activities from class, to, along with any suggested study materials/sites. The way to study for a math test/quiz is to take homework, problems you don’t understand, or past quizzes and redo the problem that you got wrong. If you don’t understand something, ask!
Even though you might not always have time for breakfast, try to have it every day. Eat something sustaining, like oatmeal with fruits, or bagels with jam. Try not to eat really sugary foods, like fruit loops or lucky charms. It might give you a sugar rush, and you’ll feel really energized. However, the sugar will leave your system really soon, and you’ll be really tired the rest of the day.
Have A Great Year!
School’s Back On!
Now that school’s back on, we need to get back in the program! Here’s some advice…
Written by Flora Gilley
Odyssey of the Mind is a worldwide creativity competition. There are three stages of competitions (varying on where you live) in which every time you win you advance to the next level. The initial competition is Regionals in which you only go against other teams in your region. After placing 1st or tying for 1st you advance to the next competition which is States. In the States competition you compete against those who live in your states such as New York or Florida. Once placing 1st, 2nd, or a Ranatra Fusca (awarded for extreme creativity and problem solving) Although Worlds has been hosted in other states in the USA, however in recent years they have been alternating between Iowa and Michigan.
Places where world finals have been held:
Disney, Orlando Florida
There are four divisions (depending on your age), and five problems each targeting a different solution. Judges will judge you based on your performance and how you do in spontaneous, there's a few different elements of your skit that you could get scored on. If you see a mistake in the scoring or you were judged wrong than you can go in a room called a tribunal room and make a statement of why you should get the points you lost. If the judges rule that the penalty of points was unfair they will award those points again. It’s a very long process that can take hours (unfortunately we speak from experience).
In 2019 regionals was a bumpy trip with many obstacles. To start of our day we walked into our long term (and style) excited and nervous to perform. We went in and gave an amazing performance with our heads held high and ready for spontaneous. We talked to the judges and everything went as planned… or so we thought. We got dressed quickly and began going to our spontaneous room. We had butterflies in our stomachs but we went in ready to give it everything we had. The problem can’t be told due to rules however long story short we game out crying with a few exceptions. We later found out we got a 44 and to put in perspective the following year we got over a 100 and placing 1st in spontaneous. To throw another wrench into the whole day in a 0 or 5 point category we got a 0 however we knew it had to be a misunderstanding and with spontaneous down the drain, we needed those points. So we were left with one option, something we never thought would happen. We had to go into the tribunal room. SOMEBODY had wanted one, so do I think it was jinxed? Yes. Unfortunately a tribunal takes lots of time so we couldn’t due everything we had wanted to do. So a couple hours later and with many debates, we finally secured the 5 points we had been fighting for. So we walked into the award ceremony with some doubts however after not being called for 3rd, or 2nd we were hoping we had secured 1st place. The announcer took the mic and announced that 1st place was…. WARWICK VALLEY MIDDLE SCHOOL! We were ecstatic, we were going to move onto states. We couldn’t help the huge smiles because all of our hard work had paid off. Although it might seem easy to do Odyssey of the Mind it takes a lot of hard work and commitment. It's practically a part time job with practice almost every day ranging from 3 hours to 7 hours. Many times we have to give up free time resulting in a lack of social life. We have to think creatively and work with power tools, intricate designs, e.t.c.
In 2018 we took first in the states, but that's not all that happened with some chaotic plot twists. So here's the story of what happened, all of us drove 2 hours to our hotel in Binghamton. When we all got to the hotel we went swimming and just having fun before the stressful competition. We had a potluck with tons and tons of food to choose from. Then after some of us set up an adults spontaneous where in my opinion the coaches cheated but it's fine because they weren't really being scored. This all happened the day before the competition, although we were having fun there were still butterflies in our stomachs when we got to the hotel and leading up to our first place win. When it was competition day we all had knots in our stomach. We all carpooled to the university and calmed our nerves while playing carpool karaoke. We finally get to the university and as soon as we get there we have to check to make sure everything works and we frantically change into our costumes. First we do our long
In 2018 after our 1st place win at states our journey to Worlds gave us lots of interesting stories. Through spontaneous, long term, opening awards, closing awards, pin trading, getting silly-stringed, the den, the dining hall, and so many more it goes on forever. If you ever get the experience to go to Worlds it is on of the best times ever. Going there alone is winning. Odyssey of the Mind is the biggest creativity competition, but being apart of a team is like being a part of a family.
Odyssey of the Mind: A Day in the Life
By Sophia Samborski and Mary Hoey
Photos by Isabel Coppola
Photo by Isabel Coppola
Photos by Molly Rudnick
Pros and Cons of Swimming With a Toothpick in Your Mouth
An Obscure Article by Nicole Klein
So, you’re wondering if you should swim with a toothpick in your mouth and want some advice. Or maybe you never thought about it and are interested by the idea. Either way, this article will provide you with some good (and bad) advice to take into consideration before making a decision.
1. You’ll stand out in a crowd.
Just think about it: how many people do you see at the pool with a toothpick in their mouth? If you are that one person, you will definitely stand out. You could be the topic of conversation! Why wouldn’t you want to be unique?
2. You’ll have a weapon if a shark attacks you.
If you prefer the ocean over the pool, you have sharks to worry about. Though the chances of a shark attack are slim, you can never be too prepared. This mini-weapon will make a perfect way to scare off sharks.
3. It can be useful for taking food out of your teeth.
Why not use your little piece of wood for its intended use? If you decide to get out of the pool for a quick snack, you’ll have a useful tool for removing any remaining food stuck between your teeth.
1. It can be dangerous.
Having a mini-weapon sitting inside of your mouth can be a little dangerous. Chances are it will poke the inside of your mouth at some point, which can be painful. One way to prevent this is by covering one or both ends of it. If you have braces, you could use the wax the orthodontist gave you. If not, some alternatives could be chewing gum or wax from cheese.
2. People might judge you.
No matter what anyone tries to say, having a toothpick dangling from your mouth in a swimming pool is weird. I don’t deny that. The only way to overcome this worry is by not caring what other people think and showing off your toothpick accesory with pride.
3. It can be wasteful.
As we all know, toothpicks cost money. But they cost more than just that. They are made from wood, which is made from trees. If too many people start using toothpicks in the pool, that could become a problem for our environment. Our environment already has a problem with plastic in the ocean, and this could create a problem with overuse of wood.
In conclusion, swimming with a toothpick in your mouth might not be the best idea for everyone, but it definitely is a fun and different topic. So, next time you go swimming, maybe you should give it a try. Although, that probably won’t be for a while, as this is the fall/winter edition of Literary Magazine. Anyway, have fun doing winter stuff, and worry about swimming later.
The Well Ghosts’ Capture,
by Bliss Wood
Aubrey, each day, went to fetch water from the well of abundant water. Legend said that many people had fallen into the well to their dark watery death and were reposed at the bottom. One day, Aubrey dropped her silver bucket, which vexed the dead below. As she turned to get another pail, not knowing that she had irritated the ghosts’ peaceful rest below in the watery deep, a spirit stealthily came up behind her. Hearing a whisper, she turned around and tried to scream but, the spirit stifled her plea for help and said in an eerie voice, “This is your day to start resting forever! Come with us! And you will never have to fetch water again.” As the ghost said these things, Aubrey couldn’t speak because the spirit seemed to choke her. Aubrey feared this horrible day and it had come. As she cried for mercy, she turned as white as snow. She waned in soul and spirit, thinking her last thoughts and ideas of escape. Escape was not an option. The only option was death. She turned into stone, just thinking of this long-known fear, as if she looked straight in the eye of Medusa. Just then, a breeze came in and Aubrey was, then, dust in the air that was led down to the watery depths of the well.
The Flight Attendant and the Gorilla Costume
By Nicole Klein
For most people, flying on a plane is some kind of special occasion, something that doesn’t happen every day. Whether it be scary, exciting, or simply boring, it’s still an experience. But to me, when I was a flight attendant, it was just a day-to-day routine. Flying on a plane was something that I did literally every day. This is the story of how my career as a flight attendant ended. It all started when I was invited to a Halloween party...
“Hey Mark,” said my friend, “I’m inviting you to my Halloween party, and don’t forget to wear a costume.”
So I devoted all of my day off to finding the perfect costume. I scoured Costume City and Halloween Emporium with no luck. Nonetheless, I was persistent. I walked down the road, looking for any store that could possibly sell costumes. I strolled to the end of the busy street to find one lonely shop. It was a small wooden building with a simple sign on the front which read “Helga’s Halloween Shoppe”. The store appeared to be the only one on the block that wasn’t flooded with customers, so I decided to check it out.
I creaked the door open and peeked my head in to see a small room with one old lady behind a short, cobblestone counter. I slowly and cautiously stepped into the room, for it appeared the woman had not seen me, and I had not intention of startling her. She did not look like the type of person someone would want to mess with. She had dark eyes and her face wore a stern expression. She wore a long black cloak with wide sleeves and a pointed black hat, similar to that of a witch from a storybook. Many things about this shop were strange, but what I found strangest of all was that it was completely empty. There was not a single rack or shelf in sight; just a woman behind a counter.
“Good morning,” I said calmly to the woman. She responded with a respectful yet mysterious nod.
“Do you, um, sell Halloween costumes?” I asked, trying not to sound too rude.
“Yes,” said the woman, her stern expression disappearing, “The best in town.”
“What costumes do you have?” I asked, “Can I see some?’
“Just tell me what you’d like to be and I’m sure I can work something out.” she responded sweetly.
I tried to take the woman’s words in. I could choose any costume I wanted... Let’s see, I thought, being a gorilla could be pretty cool, especially a realistic costume. Or I could be a banana. That would be funny. Hmmm… what to do? What to do?
“Do you think I should be a gorilla or a banana?” I asked the shopkeeper.
“That’s completely up to you,” she responded, “We have both available.”
After long, hard thought, I realized that this was a really dumb thing to be so worried about.
“Here’s a question I like to ask struggling customers,” the shopkeeper said, “Which one would you rather be in real life?” The question took me by surprise, but I responded without hesitation.
“Then a gorilla it is!” She exclaimed, joyfully.
The woman pushed out a wall behind her, revealing a secret door. She was gone before I could even say anything, and before I could even think about this, she was back. She returned through the secret door instantaneously, carrying a hyper-realistic gorilla costume. This is when I realized that I had forgotten one extremely important question.
“How much does it cost?” I asked.
“Only ten dollars, tax included!” The woman smiled. “We have the best costumes for the best prices.
“Sold!” I handed the woman a ten dollar bill and left the shop with a smile on my face.
The next day, I decided to scare my co-workers with my Halloween costume. I went in to work, wearing my regular uniform but hiding my costume in my bag. Once I got onto the plane, I went into the bathroom to hide and put my gorilla costume on over my uniform. By the time I got out, there were already a few passengers on the plane. I decided to go over to them and see their reaction. So, I walked from the back of the plane to the very front, where the boarded passengers sat.
“Hey guys,” I said. That was when I heard shrieks and screams of genuine terror. My costume was so good that it fooled them!
“Don’t worry,” I said, “It’s just a costume.” But they continued to worry.
“Woah, woah, woah, there’s no reason to panic.” I reached for my gorilla head and pulled at it in an attempt to pull off, but I was unsuccessful.
What! What’s going on? Why can’t I take this thing off? This was when I started to panic. The woman in the emergency exit row pulled up the handle and jumped out the door, sounding the alarm. I pulled the fur on my arm, and felt a twinge of pain. What, how can this be. How could this have happened. It’s just a costume! It’s just a costume! I’m dreaming. I pulled at the same spot again and felt the pain get worse. If I’m not dreaming, then what’s going on, I thought, but then it all came back to me. The woman at the shop asked me if I’d rather be a gorilla or a banana in real life. I didn’t realize that she actually meant it.
"Tell me the whole story,” he said calmly. "Take your time.”
That was easy for him to say! From where I sat I was running out of time. Everything just feels as though it’s all crashing down on top of me. I mean how are you supposed to think that everything is fine when just a week ago, he had killed himself. The love of my life. The one who changed everything with only a single glance. How would you react if the person you loved so much just disappeared from your life? It doesn’t make sense, you think you’re doing everything just right. Helping them, protecting them, but all the negativity just comes back. I didn't believe it was true. I still don’t want to, but I know that it is. That’s the scariest part. Knowing that it wasn’t just something that your brain put you through. The darkest place you could be in, is the place where you know no one will find you. I didn't know it was true until I tried texting and calling. I tried everything, but still no answer. I was still in denial I guess so it felt like it was erased from my mind. He left two notes, one explaining what happened, and the other was for me.
When I got it, I was baffled. Why hadn't he just called me? But as soon as I read it, I understood. Hot liquid rolled down my cold bare skin traveling down my face dripping onto my shirt. I didn't want to believe it. I refused to, and I still don't want to. It's only been a week, but it feels like it's been a million years, with thousands of thoughts racing through my head. This whole time I've been wondering if I could have prevented this from happening. Even though you said it wasn’t, I think it’s my fault. I could’ve done something to prevent this! Anything to prevent this from happening. I just want you back. The way you wrote it, it just made me fall more in love with you. You weren’t there for me to show it though.
¨I love you so much. I may be gone, but don't forget about me. I need you to move on.”
I read those sentences over and over again. You said it as if it was such an easy task, but it isn't. You changed so much in me, you healed me from all the damage that was caused. Whether it was from me or others. Maybe that's why I'm here. Sitting in front of your grave, wondering if its normal to see you. Standing right there in front of me, you’re just listening to me rant. It doesn’t feel right. It feels as though I'm in an alternate universe. Is my imagination playing tricks on me again? I can’t tell reality from my imagination ever since you left. Is that really you? Are you really there? Everything just seems so messed up, like my vision is blurred from absolutely everything. It’s driving me insane. I never thought I would have to imagine a world without you. At least right now I don't have to.
I'm probably talking your ear off, but you always called it cute when I talked about anything this much, which I never understood. Maybe that’s why I decided to come here. I came here to say the one thing that I could never say. Just to say it before I leave. I promised you I would only say when I finally met you in person. The one thing you probably waited for me to say everyday. The 3 words I hoped to finally say to your face, maybe in your warm embrace.
“I love you," I pause, at this point I’m sobbing "I’m so sorry” I looked up to see you smile and then vanish, “I love you too.”
It sucks that this is how I first saw you. I promise to come visit you.
I’ll see you later, Mon Amour.
After the first season turned Stranger Things into a mega phenomenon, and the second season left us all off with a cliffhanger ending, fans where naturally ecstatic when Netflix greenlighted the third season. Then we waited for a good year and a half.
Alright, so it may not have rushed back to the small screen as we all hoped, but let me tell you, it was more than worth the wait. Stranger Things Season Three is easily the best season of Stranger Things (in my opinion, at least) and that’s not an easy cake to top. Granted, it has its flaws, but it’s the best thing Netflix has put out in a while.
There are so many great things about Stranger Things 3, but before I get into that, I want to talk about some of its flaws. The first thing you might notice while watching 3, is that Johnathan and Nancy have NOTHING TO DO except, y’know, do exactly what they’ve done the past two seasons. They uncover stuff to move the story forward, while in the first season they discovered the Upside Down (quite possibly the biggest plot point in the entire show). In the second season they try to avenge the death of Barb, this season, they just go into an old lady’s house and watch rats explode, and it’s really a shame because they were two of the best characters in the previous seasons. Speaking of the best characters of the past two seasons, let’s talk about Will Byers.
Stranger Things 3 Review
by Paxton Honerkamp
Will was the heart and soul, the driving force in the first two seasons; he was possessed and his suffering drove every character in the show to rescue him, and therefore they all changed as characters, going through massive arcs from episode one of season one to episode nine of season two. He was the sun that the planets revolved around. In season 3, he just rubs his neck… yep. An assortment of other characters have little purpose in the show, such as Lucas and Max, but they still do either play a big enough part in the story or are funny enough to get by. That aside, Stranger Things 3 is pretty flawless.
When thinking about all the great things in Stranger Things 3, one name immediately popped into my head and stuck there, Hopper. Jim Hopper has gone through the biggest and best character arc in the entire show, In season one, he was the tough, no- nonsense cop that slowly uncovered the mystery of Will’s disappearance alongside Joyce. In season two, we got a little more of the warmer side of Hopper as it showed his parentage of El, while still maintaining his tough side. He was warm and funny but you wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of his fist, so with the character transitioning largely over those two seasons, we didn’t quite know what was next for Hopper after his official adoption of El at the end of season 2. Episode one of season 3 plays out, Mike and El get a little closer than anyone really wanted them to get, Hopper yells, “I told you three inches!” Oh no, we think, they didn’t turn him into the overprotective dad stereotype, did they? He goes to Joyce for consultation, she suggests he have a heart-to-heart conversation with the kids, he tries, fails, blows his top and puts some much-needed distance between Mike and El.
From that exchange, you can infer that he hasn’t really changed much, but don’t judge a book by it’s cover, of course, and from that point on, we see him hopelessly try to get closer to Joyce, Throw on a Hawiian shirt and uncover evil in Hawkins by nearly cutting off the mayor’s finger, we see him drink with Murray, place his trust in a hostage russian scientist, and aid tremendously in the closing of the upside down. So all in all, Hopper is and has always been the best character on the show, period. But enough with Hopper, let’s talk about some of the other amazing things that season 3 has to offer.
To start, it’s by far the most stylish season yet, now, a common complaint about the show is that it has too much style and too little substance - I disagree. I think the style is the substance, just as films such as Pulp Fiction and The Good The Bad and The Ugly have been centered around their style, Stranger Things thrives on it’s 80’s-fueled nostalgia. The new season also has some great characters, Steve, who started off as a plot device going between Johnathan and Nancy, has become a better character then both of them. Robin, a new character in the show is easily better than almost all of the original characters, being the first LGBTQ character that the show has presented. Being funny, smart,and witty, Erica, Lucas’s criminally underused sister in the first two seasons plays a bigger role in this season and is the show’s funniest character.
Stranger Things 3 Review Continued . . .
And finally, the production design of the third season is incredible, having a higher budget than the first two seasons, Stranger Things 3’s budget clocks in at a total of 10 million dollars per episode, to amount to a total of an 80 million dollar budget, and it certainly shows, with monsters such as the mind flayer being brought to full, disgusting life. In conclusion, the third season of Stranger Things is the best yet, a rare example of how shows can get better over time, being a great horror show and an even better coming-of-age one, and with Netflix officially announcing Season 4 to come out in about a year and a half, we can only think of what comes next.
Streaming Wars, Live-Action Remakes, &
The Death of Originality in Hollywood
A look at the current reality of cinema and television as we know it: By Paxton Honerkamp
Remember when you could just turn on Netflix and get it all? Disney, Warner Brothers, NBC, BBC, even ABC all shared a common platform, where you could sit down and binge The Office, Family Guy, Friends, Parks and Recreation, Sherlock and countless more, all for a reasonable price of around $9.00 a month. Now, within the next six months, all the listed shows will be leaving Netflix, along with The Good Place, Cheers, Once Upon a Time and many more, oh yeah, and they’re charging $11.00 a month for Netflix now. Why?
Remember when there was original movies? Food for thought: what was the last truly original movie you watched? Think about it, a movie not adapted from anything, not a new installment in a franchise, a movie completely new and original, just think about it. You can’t and why is that?
One word: Money
Film is supposed to be an art medium, the same way a painting or a song is, only film is unique in the sense that it allows the creator to connect with his audience and provide something that is meaningful to them. Back in the 70’s, 80’s and even 90’s this was emphasized in film with movies such as Taxi Driver, Chinatown, E.T., The Breakfast Club, Pulp Fiction and many, many more glazing the silver screen. Enter Lord of The Rings, the movie where everyone finally realized something that people know + big name actors + an abundance of Computer-Generated effects = money and slowly the trend of making films LOTR-style came into play, and if you don’t believe me look at the charts below, the difference during a near two-decade long period is immense, especially because before 2000 there was almost no differing in the numbers between years.
It doesn’t even end there, Cinema has become so unoriginal that studios (looking at you Disney) have actually started rehashing out movies that they’ve already made with a fresh coat of paint, These films are called live action remakes, and they’ve become an annual event for studios. Live Action remakes over the past Century can be traced back to 1994, where Disney slapped a new label onto their animated classic, The Jungle Book (which has since been redone yet another time in 2016) and it failed, generating a measly 43 million dollars and flopped at the box office. That should have been it, Disney should have stopped right at that moment, but instead, they tried again in 1996 and generated 327 million dollars off the mediocre 101 Dalmatians remake and that led to the chain reaction that is now a semi-annual event for Disney.
Finally, streaming wars, the final low blow that is now all the rage between “film companies” which are more like high-level robber gangs nowadays. A streaming service, is, in essence, the most subtle form of pickpocketing, in fact it is so subtle that you don’t even mind when a company like Disney reaches their hand into your pocket and takes Seventy bucks per year on top of what you’re already paying for Netflix, cable, etc.
“But no!” you cry, “I love Disney plus!” Of course you do, as do I, that’s exactly what they want you to think, and with more and more companies putting out streaming services of their own such as Peacock and HBO Max, and with more and more companies re-realising the films that made them into the juggernauts they are today, and the few films original films they do release coated in such thick layers of explosions and CGI that you’d have to dig deep to find any sort of plot, the film strays further and further from it’s true meaning and purpose.
Makes 5 dozen cookies.
Prep time-15 min.
Cook time-9 min.
by Elaina and Julia Schlesinger
2 ¼ cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened.
¾ cup granulated sugar
¾ cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F
Combine flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl.
Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla extract in a large mixer bowl until creamy.
Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.
Gradually beat in flour mixture.
Stir in chocolate chips.
Cover a stainless steel pan with parchment paper and drop about one spoonful of batter every few inches onto it.
Place in the oven and let bake for about 1-2 minutes
After the timer ends, take out the cookies and, using a toothpick, mix the chocolate chips around.
Place the cookies in the oven again and bake for another 9 minutes.
Meme 2: It's Free Real Estate
Great quality, great use, great meme!
Meme 3: Pooh Bear
I think this template has potential, but people don't use it well. If people use this meme to its full potential it could be something great.
Meme 4: Homer Disappearing
I think that this meme is important because not a lot of people do watch or know the simpsons and should watch it.
By Kaden Nagel and Rowan Astorino
Meme (noun): A funny image that is supported by text
Meme 1: Mario Brother's Thoughts
This meme is great, and there are many different funny versions online.
½ + 2 tablespoons salted butter (melted)
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
½ cup melted milk chocolate chips
¾ cup all-purpose flour
¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup milk chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line a 9x9 metal pan with parchment paper
Pour melted butter into a large mixing bowl. Whisk in sugar until smooth
Add in eggs and vanilla extract. Whisk 1 minute
Whisk in melted chocolate until combined and smooth
Use a rubber spatula to stir in flour, cocoa powder, and salt until just combined. Stir in whole chocolate chips
Pour into prepared pan and smooth out
Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes. Let cool in pan for 30 minutes.
Chocolate Fudge Brownies
by Danielle Prestia
3 cups of all purpose flour
1 ½ teaspoons of baking soda
½ teaspoon of salt
1 ¼ cups of softened butter
1 ½ cups of packed light brown sugar
1 cup of sugar
1 ½ teaspoons of vanilla extract
1 pound of dark chocolate chips
Sift the flour, salt and baking soda together in a large bowl.
Beat the butter, vanilla and both sugars with an electric mixer on medium speed until creamy. Add eggs one at a time, beating until just combined after each egg
With mixer on low speed,beat in the flour mixture. Stir in the chocolate chips by hand. Cover the bowl and let chill for 1 hour
Preheat oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit (180 degrees Celsius/gas 4) Line 3 or 4 baking sheets with parchment paper
Scoop large portions of cookie dough with a spoon and roll into balls spaced about 3 inches apart
Bake for 15-20 minutes until golden brown at the edges ut soft and chewy in the middle. Rotate baking sheets halfway through for even baking
Let cookies cool on baking sheets for 2-3 minutes until firm enough to move, then move to baking racks.You now have cookies!
Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies
by Rocco Manno
You will need:
Potatoes of your choice
Enough water to cover the potatoes
Cut potato ends off, then cut it into cubes.
Rinse potatoes, put them in a pot, and fill pot with enough water to cover potatoes and bring to a boil.
Once potatoes are soft (check with a fork) drain the potatoes with the strainer. Set aside.
In a separate pot put olive oil to taste to heat.
Add butter (as much or as little as desired)
Add garlic salt.
Once all is melted and mixed together add potatoes.
Stir and coat evenly with sauce
Serve and enjoy!
Perfect Potato Side Dish
by Kaiden Molina
by Molly Rudnick
I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. Ughh!, I think, I don't want to get up. Then I hear my mother call me down for breakfast, and that changes my mind. I clumsily got out of bed and went downstairs.
“Good morning, Lillian!” my mother says.
“It’s not the best morning,” I groan.
“It’s just polite to say, and I know how you feel,” she says simply.
“Not possible!” I remark.
“Yes it is!” she says with a smile.
My mother had made pancakes while I was slowly getting out of bed. They are the color of gold and smell like heaven. As soon as she sets the plate down in front of me, I put butter and syrup on it. The syrup falls from the bottle like a muddy waterfall. Then I gobble them up extremely quick. When I am done, I run upstairs to brush my hair, brush my teeth, and change. I chose a green T-shirt with a cat on it and some jeans. I stop to look in the mirror for a second to make sure everything is in order. I then run downstairs, pack my bag, and run out the door.
I don’t need a sweatshirt or a jacket because summer is ending and fall is starting. A cool breeze dances through my brown hair tangling it all over again. As I run towards the bus stop, I try to untangle my mess of hair, which is usually impossible. I first see the old, blue sign that shows a school bus on it. This sign has been through the ages, so it is weathered and the bus on it is almost completely gone. The sign creaks as the breeze pushes against it, tired from all the windy, long, and boring days of its life. Next to the sad sign, I saw my best friend, Brooke, who looks drastically happy next to it, patiently waiting.
She wears her long, black hair in a messy bun, with a plain grey T-shirt and black leggings. Brooke looks so beautiful without even trying. Everything she does, is done seamlessly. Her piercing green eyes find my dull blue eyes, and they dance with light.
My father left me and my mother when I was three. I don't remember much about him, other than his scruffy beard, and his sparkling blue eyes, with tears when he kissed me good-bye. I don’t know why he left. I don’t even know if he is alive! It was a long time ago, so the memory brings tears to my eyes, but I wipe them away so Brooke won’t see.
“It’s just that, I don’t like how you don’t stand up for yourself,” she says.
“ I know,” I say as I hug her carefully because of me trying to balance my bag on my knees. I’ve decided, I think, I’m going to stand up for myself!
The bus suddenly stops, and everyone, including Regina, also stop talking. We are at the school. Then the sound of people chatting comes back as quickly as it had stopped. When I look out the window, I see bright yellow school buses parked all around us. Then the doors open up and everyone pushes their way out like wild bulls. Everyone doesn’t want to be late to class because you could get detention, and detention is abominable.
Me and Brooke are the last ones to get out of the bus, as usual. Instead of walking, we run as fast as we can to get inside. We run in just before they close the doors. Me and Brooke part our separate ways to go to our lockers. Today, there are no people close enough to block my way to my locker.
I slam against my blue locker, forgetting that I can put the breaks on, and immediately start to unlock my locker. It takes me a second, but I manage to pry it open. I quickly get the books needed, just as the bell rings. My first period class is social studies, which Brooke isn’t in and Regina is in. It’s also far away from my locker, so I have to run at top speed. Left. Right. Straight, I think, as I run like a graceful bull down the hall.
I see Mr. Bure waiting for me in his grey suit and tie. He does not wear a smile, though. I slow myself down when I see him so I don’t get in trouble for running in the halls.
“Lillian Heart. Why are you late to class?” he asks suspiciously as I come close enough to hear him.
“I got out of my bus late today,” I say.
“Uhhu. Okay take a seat. I’ll let it pass this time,” he says as we walk into the classroom.
“Hi, Lillian!” she says with her silky voice.
“Hello Brooke! I see your cheerful as always,” I say with a hint of teasing.
She smirks at this comment and opens her mouth to say something, but the bus pulls up in front of us. Brace yourself Lillian, I think, preparing myself for the worst. When I walk up the silver stairs onto the bus, in front of Brooke, I see Regina and her friend, Lola, sitting in the far back of the bus. Regina and Lola are staring at me with absolute detestation.
Me and Regina were best friends from kindergarten to the fourth grade. Fourth grade was when I met Brooke. Brooke and I became best of friends, and Regina just faded away and I didn't think to do anything. Now, she absolutely despises me. She, Lola, and other people from her group of friends have been bullying me since the beginning of 7th grade, which has just started two weeks ago. Brooke, and the occasional teacher, stand up for me, but it always seems to make the situation worse.
“Look who's here guys! It’s Lillian, the loser,” she says while everyone else, expecpt Brooke, laughs hysterically at me.
I freeze with shock. I wasn't expecting everyone like this! Slowly, Brooke pushes me forward to the only open seat. I start to move faster, as I regain my senses, and slowly turn into the open seat to sit. I quickly move myself towards the window and pull my extremely heavy bag onto my lap, so Brooke can sit down.
“You okay? You look pale,” Brooke says with worry coating every word.
“I….I’m…...I’m fine,” I whisper so quiet, I don’t think she heard me.
“I don’t believe you. You always hesitate a lot whenever you’re being…….you know, bullied,” she says with anger guiding her voice.
“I said I’m okay!” I say a little too loud so that heads turn towards me, and I blush with embarrassment. Brooke looks ashamed by what I said.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t want Regina to get between us. I don’t want to lose you too!” I say soothingly but want to bite back the last few words that came out of my mouth.
By Robin Allen
When a pet comes to mind, most think of a four legged, furry animal, like a dog or a cat. While these are the most owned pets, we must give credit to the slightly less popular group- reptiles. And my favorite-Bearded Dragons. A bearded dragon is a type of lizard popular as starter pets-easy to take care of, require little more than a clean tank, a water dish, a UV light and love and attention. Beardies make great companions and are rarely ever mean or shy away from you. When I was exploring different reptiles, the pet store clerk said that bearded dragons were way more chill than geckos, nicer than iguanas, and less jumpy than anoles. He let me hold a bearded dragon, and I immediately fell in love. Now, if I’m doing homework, watching TV, or just reading, my best friend, Rusty is there on my shoulder, with me all the way.
As one of the only reptiles that can demonstrate affection, they are able to bond over time with their humans, and quite enjoy snuggling up to them for warmth. The regular bearded dragon is usually a calm, slow moving individual with a tendency towards being passive rather than aggressive. They are great for kids, and adults alike, as they are easy to handle and have a great temperament. Bearded dragons will often run up and down the glass for some attention, they will line up at dinner time and won’t hesitate to stare you down if it’s late!
The main aspect of their care is getting the environment right. Once you have the correct setup with the right UVB and temperatures. A 75 gallon tank is fine for a bearded dragon that is 20 inches and a bit over, but 120 gallon tanks are ideal. The more time they spend outside, though, the less it really matters. They also need a good diet. They need a salad every day, or every other day. Lettuce (not iceberg lettuce) cut up somewhat thinly, with a vegetable of your choice. My dragon personally likes red bell peppers, because they are easy to see and spot-and they taste good. They also like bugs to give them protein. It is a myth that they only eat bugs when they are babies. Though they eat less bugs as adults, they still need the vitamins in them. Roaches are better for them than crickets, but any bug in the food list supplied in this article is fine. After that, they are incredibly easy to care for and clean up after.
The average beardie lives from 12 to 15 years, if given proper care. They’re small enough that most homes can accommodate their tank of around 4ft, but they’re large enough that they can be comfortably handled by younger children with little risk of scaring them or causing injury. They usually get up to 2 feet.
PATTERNS AND COLORS
From different patterns and colors to little
changes in behaviour and character each dragon
is truly unique. You will see interactions from
individuals and soon realise that they are all
different, some may be lazy whilst others are
hyperactive. All of them are generally inquisitive
and usually get calmer as they grow older-but it’s
still refreshing to see each bearded dragon has its
own personality. Its colors and patterns change
too. Here are a few examples of the various colors
they come in.
Bearded Dragons eat mainly vegetables and bugs, but it can be hard sometimes to know what they are allowed to eat. They need variety in their diet to get necessary vitamins. Here’s a list of all the safe foods to make sure your beardie is healthy.
Bugs & Insects-
Butterworms, Cockroaches, Crickets, Earthworms, Hornworms, Kingworms, Phoenixworms, Roaches, Silkworms, Superworms, and Waxworms.
Apples, Apricot, Blackberries, Blueberries, Cherries, Cranberries, Figs, Grapefruit, Mellons, Nectarines, Papayas, Peaches, Pineapple, Prunes, Plums, and Strawberries.
Artichoke Heart, Acorn Squash, Raw Asparagus, Bell Peppers, Butternut Squash, Raw Cabbage, Carrots, Celery, Collard Greens, Peeled Cucumber, Leafy Green Lettuce, Cooked Lentils, Kale, Parsnips, Pumpkin, and Romaine Lettuce.
HEALTH RISKS AND ILLNESSES
Like any living thing, bearded dragons are susceptible to diseases, infections, and mutations, though they are hardier than most lizards. Metabolic bone disease is the most common health problem of bearded dragons. It is most often seen in young bearded dragons (less than 2 years old). Its generally caused by feeding an improper diet that is low in calcium or Vitamin D3. Common signs are swelling of the lower jaw, softening of the jaw and facial bones or swelling of the hind limbs. Legs also commonly tremor as the animal tries to walk, and many bearded dragons with MBD are so weak that they can neither walk nor push their bodies up in a normal stance, but instead crouch low to the ground or lay on their abdomens. As the condition progresses, muscle twitching, seizures, loss of appetite, and loss of energy are seen. This disease can be treated with calcium supplements, rehydration with fluids, and injections of vitamin D3 and calcitonin.
Mouth rot is not seen in bearded dragons as often as it is in other lizards such as iguanas. It is a bacterial infection of the gums and jaw bone that appears as pinpoint hemorrhages on the gums, gum swelling, or thick mucus in the mouth. The disease can also cause swelling of the jaw when it infects the jaw bones.
Parasites, especially pinworms, are common in the intestines of bearded dragons. The pet may show no symptoms, but parasites can be seen on the poop. In some cases, parasites can cause weight loss. Mites and ticks can also be found on bearded dragons’ skin. These parasites are usually transmitted from other bearded dragons. They are often seen moving around, under or between scales. A common place for ticks are soft areas like around the eyes, ears or their ‘beard’. These are usually very rare, and easy to find and treat if they do happen.
Respiratory infections can occur in bearded dragons that are stressed, improperly fed, or kept in poor, cold, or dirty conditions. Respiratory tract infections may be caused by bacteria, viruses, fungi, and parasites. Affected lizards may sneeze, or have discharge from their eyes or nose, bubbles from the mouth or nose, unnaturally rapid or shallow breathing, or open-mouthed breathing.
Adenovirus infection is extremely common in young bearded dragons but may affect dragons of any age. It typically causes fatal hepatitis and gastrointestinal infection. Affected animals are weak, do not eat, and often die acutely. Others show a more chronic infection in which they fail to thrive, are weak, may become paralyzed, and periodically don’t eat.
All and all, bearded dragons are easily the easiest, kindest, and heartiest lizards, having calm, almost therapeutic behavior. They will be at your side for the rest of their relatively long life, rain or shine, hot or cold, though it is recommended to not bring your beardie outside if the temperature is under 65. Having a bearded dragon in a home can offer some much needed company to someone who just wants a best friend.
I quickly run over to the only open seat, which, of course, is in front of Regina. I stare at the tan wall, which was covered with posters of people we don’t know about yet. A few of them were, Aaron Burr, John Adams, and James Madison. I droned out what Mr. Bure was saying and stared at his ear, not his eyes, so I wouldn't get called on. As long as they think your looking at them, they won’t call on you.
Then I heard some loud scribbling on what I hoped was a piece of paper. I then feel something crumpled, stuck in my tangles of hair. I reached back, and thankfully it was a piece of paper. I quietly open the paper, so the teacher doesn’t take it, and read it to the class. In red ink, it says, “Hi. Regina Scott here. I saw the way you looked after I called you a loser, and I became very proud of that comment. I have a little more to give you. Hope you love it, cause I do! Do you know what you are? You are a fat pig, and the most ugly person I have ever seen. I also know that Mr. Bure is going to give you detention when I am going to tell him all the horrible things you did to me. Good luck!”. This is the worst she has ever said! Well, I think, At least she’s not saying this to my face.
I write in my favorite blue pen, “Well thanks for that. That just made my day! Thank you. Well, at least I know what I am. I am Lillian Heart. A dog lover, a straight A student, and a runner. I know who you are too. You are Regina Scott. A cruel person, my ex-friend, and a failure. Take that. Sincerely, Lillian.” I place the paper on her desk, and as soon as I set it down, she quickly takes it and opens it. I hear her breathing stops for a second, and then jumps back quickly to normal breathing, so no one will hear her. What she doesn't know is that I hear it.
I hear her scribble something down quickly, and feel the paper in my hair again. I take it out of my hair. I quietly open it. I am surprised by what it says. It is still in red ink, but wrote with a shaking hand. There is only one word, “Sorry,” pressed onto the paper. I turn around and see her struggling to keep the tears from falling down her face. I immediately regret my words.
“Now you know how it feels,” I whisper over my shoulder. “I am the one who should be sorry. I left you when I became friends with Brooke. I never thought through the consequences.”
“You shouldn’t be sorry. I am the one who bullied you. I should be the sorry one,” Regina says with her voice quivering.
“I forgive you,” I say quietly, as the bell rings.
I quickly grab my stuff, stand up, push in my chair, and walk out the door, satisfied with myself. For I had defeated the bully, with kindness.
Thank you so much for supporting
The Warwick Valley Chronicles!
See you in the Spring!