Vol. 42 Spring 2011The Donoho School

L U R Ethe

Cover PhotoJourney, Diana Thompson

"To be nobody but myself– in a world which is

doing its best, night and day, to make me

everybody else–means to fight the hardest battle

any human being can fight, and never stop

fighting."

— e. e. cummings

5

Alaska Abhishek Purohit .................................................... 8

Fighting to be Saved Alex Svensen ................................... 9

Broken Heart Dakoda Clark ............................................ 10

World’s Waltz Maria Yamamuro ....................................... 11

Frozen Mirror Elizabeth Smith ........................................ 12

Courage Caroline LaFollette ............................................ 13

The Alhambra Bryce St.Clair ............................................ 15

August’s Roads Bryce St.Clair .......................................... 15

Tony Bridge Jon Storey .................................................... 16

My Love Hamilton Gaines ............................................... 17

Metro Christine Ankrom .................................................. 18

Where I’m From Kylie Burton .......................................... 19

The Trial Molly Gnagy ..................................................... 20

Phoenix Becca Nash ........................................................ 23

Tomorrow Again Serah Ankrom ....................................... 24

It Keeps Me Awake Mary Elizabeth Mathison .................. 25

Bosque de Dios Johnny Clausen ...................................... 26

Love Grenade Alex Svensen ............................................ 27

Table of Contents

6

Sun Flower Elizabeth Smith ............................................. 28

SALVATION Ashleigh Nunnally ....................................... 29

I Am Invisible Will Ready ................................................ 30

Minnows Richard Bateman .............................................. 31

Gaudi’s Perspective Johnny Clausen ................................ 33

Buddy Christine Ankrom .................................................. 34

The Love of the Game Anna Brooke Payne ...................... 35

Perspectivo Nisha Kashyap .............................................. 36

What is Love? Lesli Williams ........................................... 37

Silver Cow Brian Rice ...................................................... 38

The Optimistic King Alex Svensen ................................... 39

‘Splorin’ Cheaha Will Ready ............................................ 40

Genuine Love Amanda Sherer ......................................... 41

Pick me Becca Nash ........................................................ 42

Love is the Panacea Will Fiorella ..................................... 43

Southern Lights Elizabeth Smith ...................................... 44

Hanging On Chandler Collins ......................................... 45

Sky Divided Elizabeth Smith ............................................ 47

Mind-blower Meredith Helms ......................................... 48

7

What is Love? Corey Phillis ............................................. 49

Sunlight in Spanish Skies Nisha Kashyap ......................... 50

Follow Ashleigh Nunnally ............................................... 51

Take Off Diana Thompson ............................................... 52

She Hurts Me More Than Anything Zachary St. Clair ....... 53

Squirrel Amanda Sherer .................................................. 55

Hawaiian Sunset Raj Kashyap .......................................... 56

Breaking Mary Elizabeth Mathison .................................. 57

Marilyn Becca Nash ........................................................ 59

TreyRon Trey Helms ........................................................ 60

Hello to Goodbye Sarah Storey ....................................... 61

Gaudi at Sunset Nisha Kashyap ....................................... 63

Por la Calle Christine Ankrom ......................................... 64

Stand Ashleigh Nunnally ................................................. 65

Rainbow Skeleton Callahan Wigley ................................. 66

The Turning Back Elizabeth Smith .................................... 67

Flowers Teddre Williams ................................................. 68

Contributors .................................................................... 69

8

Alaska Abhishek Purohit

9

Fighting to Be Saved Alex Svensen

I'll run across the dark valleysAnd fight my way to youClimb up spiraling towers And a slay a beast or twoJust to have you save meFrom the troubles I'm going through

Because all of these battlesLeave me weak and confusedBut when you stand beside meThe sky turns back to blueAnd clears of all the cloudsLeaving a perfect view

And all I want is to be Your brave and perfect knightThat rides up on his horseAnd sparkles in the lightSo I may cast away your fearsAnd shelter you from the night

Don't dream of a princeThat comes and takes you awayBecause you already have the crownJust take my hand todayWe can ride off into the sunsetAnd they'll dream of being us one day

10

Broken Heart, Dakoda Clark

11

World's WaltzMaria Yamamuro

 

I raised my head to look outsideand found the sun had lost its shine.The clouds were gray and looked quite furryas the trees shed without hurry.I wished the wind would come backto give the world the movement it lacked.A car goes by and makes a hiss,while everything stays, still, lifeless. I turned around to play a waltzto forget about the world's halt.And soon I heard a raindrop fallthen everything moved, sky and all.I thought it was my imagination,but certainly it was no hallucinationthat the waltz I played in my roommade my body and the scenery--------move.

12

Frozen Mirror, Elizabeth Smith

13

CourageCaroline LaFollette

Something so largeTaught in time so shortShown in so many waysYet never really recognizedSomething simple, yet complexSo many things, never viewed as so

Courage is what it isBut is it what we say it is?Can it be something simple?Does it have to be heroic?Can it be anything?Is it really something?Is it trying something for the first time?Is it being who you really are?And not what others want you to be?

Taught by someone close and dearThat someone,Who faces her dilemma, like she doesn’t have oneWho knew that faith would get her family through,Even though her time was short.

She knew it came both large and smallAnd knew there were ways to rememberEven if one did not understandShe knew that one dayRather sooner than later

14

We would begin to understandShe knew that one dayRather later than soonerWe would understand

“Courage is a big wordAnd a big thingButYou can have itYou just have to tryAnd believe.”

15

The AlhambraBryce St. Clair

An ancient cultureRituals, silk, and honorEtched on palace walls

August’s RoadsBryce St. Clair

Nature bears witnessTall green rods for miles and milesApollo’s gold blooms

16

Tony Bridge, Jon Storey

17

My LoveHamilton Gaines

Every time I walk by you,My heart beats for you.I just can’t wait to get my hands on you.I’ve loved you since I was two.

Two of my favorite colors thatYou wear are orange and black.The ripples around your centerSend chills on my back.

As I slowly remove yourJacket and lay it to the side.I share in amazement how perfect isYour shape and size.

Gently I pick you up andMove you toward my face.My mind begins to wonderOf how you might taste.

The creamy chocolate on the outside,And smooth peanut butter within.Just melts my heart away.Oh! How I love my Reese Cup.

18

Metro, Christine Ankrom

19

Where I’m FromKylie Burton

I am from love turned to hateFrom always loving him to hating every part of himI am from the happy days we spent together(Gay, LaughingIt was fun while it lasted) I am from the late nights we danced together The sillinessThat I still remember As if it will never fade away

I am from the courtroom and wads of tissues From the next marriage I am from the beatings and those stupid “lessons”From another divorce and the pain of healing I am from Church from which I prayed every dayAnd the feeling my life will never be the same again

I am from Samantha and Savannah Caring arms and soothing wordsFrom a piece of my heart I lost To the eyes I thought would never dryUnderneath it allI ended up with a family who loves me dearlyAnd He who watches over me everyday

I am from those memoriesFrom which I learned everything I knowAnd opened my eyes to a whole new world

20

The Trial Molly Gnagy

My breath turned to a white fog in the night. I turned around to see if I was still being followed. Of course, I was. They were less than half a mile behind me. Unless a miracle happened, I didn’t think I would make it out of there alive. Angry shouts came from the crowd of angry villagers behind me. Even after my trial earlier that morning, they believed me to be a witch. They happened to be right, but why should I tell them that? My long black hair was matted to my face with blood and sweat. My legs were sore from hours of endless running. I didn’t have to run. If I wanted to, all I had to do was say a few simple words and they would all drop dead. But they were only people that were trying to protect themselves from danger. Considering the danger they were protecting themselves from was a 1,362-year-old witch hiding in a fifteen-year-old’s body, I couldn’t really blame them. So I kept running, hoping I would make it out alive without killing anyone in the process.

I had been running for seven hours straight. If I didn’t stop soon, my legs were going to give out. My chest felt as though it was about to burst. I couldn’t run anymore. I felt my legs give out under me. I hit the ground with a loud thump. I tried to stand, but it was no use. I just lay there, waiting for them to take me. I heard their angry shouts grow louder and louder. They were nearly upon me when I heard someone call my name.

“Olive! Olive get up!”

“Luca, what’re you doing here?”

“Trying to make sure you don’t get killed! Get over here!”

I don’t know how, but I scrambled to my feet and joined him in the woods behind some bushes. His sandy-blonde hair was matted to his forehead, his bright blue eyes sparkled. He looked at me with a face full of concern.

“Luca, why are you helping me? Those people are trying to kill me because they think I’m a witch.”

21

“I don’t believe them.”

“Well, you should. They’re right.”

With the rest of them, I could keep my secret. But with Luca, it was different. I don’t think I could’ve kept my secret from him for long even if I had wanted to. He stared at me for a moment, his expression impossible to read. When he spoke, there was a hint of a challenge in his voice.

“I can’t believe that.”

I couldn’t believe how calm he was being about this. If I had told anyone else that I was a witch, they would’ve called me a work of the devil and then ran away screaming. Yet, here he was, staring at me as though I was just any other girl. I realized he was waiting for me to prove I was a witch, so I held out my hand, closed my eyes, and recited the simplest spell I could think of.

“Lieta Flamera.”

When I opened my eyes I was pleased to find a small flame dancing on the palm of my hand. Luca stared into the flame, his mouth hanging open. I closed my hand and the flame went out. Luca looked up at me, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Yeah, this would usually be the part where you go find the executioner and have my head cut off.”

He looked at me as though I were insane.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m a witch. You know, a ‘work of the devil.’”

“First of all, you’re not a work of the devil, no matter what those people say. Second, I don’t really care if you’re a witch. It’s not like you’re some demon whose only goal in life is to kill everyone.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I’ve known you for twelve years. Considering you won’t even kill a mosquito, I’m pretty sure that your goal isn’t to kill everyone.”

22

“Maybe it is.”

“Are you saying you want me to have you beheaded?”

“No.”

“Then I suggest you hush and follow me. And try not to make any noise. You never know who could be living in

these woods.”

I followed him through the maze of trees. We walked for hours in silence. The only sound came from the cold wind whistling through the air. My heart beat faster with every step that we took. The only thing I could think of was the villagers finding us and killing us both. Being a witch was a crime, helping a witch was almost as bad. He was putting his life in danger just by standing next to me. If they found out he was helping me, he wouldn’t survive two seconds

“Olive, do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Listen.”

For a moment, I didn’t hear anything. Then, I heard the shouts. I saw the flames of the torches coming up the road that was only a few feet to our right. I froze. Images of fire and burning bodies filled my mind. I saw Luca tied to a post, his body being set on fire. I heard his screams of pain mixed with my own. Luca was yelling at me to follow him into the bushes, but I barely heard him. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. I just stood there, frozen. If I didn’t move soon, they would find me. But there was nothing I could do. No matter what I did, I couldn’t move. After a minute, I felt a pair of cold hands wrap around my arm. They dragged me into the street where a crowd of people circled around me. I saw the man lift a knife to my neck. I felt the pressure of its blade pressed against my skin, and a moment later, my life was over.

23

Phoenix, Becca Nash

24

Tomorrow Again, Serah Ankrom

25

It Keeps Me AwakeMary Elizabeth Mathison

Bottled-up emotions Held tightly by the clouds.Slowly, they're releasedAnd the sky is crying.Dark and mysterious, they fall.Multiple tearsLanding on unforgiving, black asphalt.They paint the sky shades of gray.Dismal and sad it seemsBut no.These gentle tears create lifeAs they fall,They create beauty.

To some people,Rain may be just rain;Look closely,And you'll find a reflection.A small glimmer of hope.Of strength.For the days that seem unstoppable.

26

Bosque de Dios, Johnny Clausen

27

Love GrenadeAlex Svensen

Boom. The shrapnel kisses my skinAnd breaks me to piecesI hope this is not the end

I hear my bodyFranticly trying to heal meIt's never seen a case like thisThe explosion must have been within

But through the chaos And unmuffled by the painA sweet voice comforts meAnd causes the explosion again

My heart ignites And my veins transport the flameI open my eyes and lookBut you're already gone again

28

Sun Flower, Elizabeth Smith

29

SALVATIONAshleigh Nunnally

We wait for the day,We wait for the night,When all will stare,In amazement and awe,When all shall be still.

And all shall be calm,When everyone shall care,Everyone will see,How brother and sister should be,

So, when the day comes,Humanity will be ready.For the time,that all will be still,And Salvation will come.

30

I Am Invisible, Will Ready

31

MinnowsRichard Bateman

The other day I saw a strange displayA group of minnows dartingDancing in irrational waysGrouped together like the best of friendsOccupied in their strange rituals

I sat to watch them for a time Wondering what they might doBut for lifetimes they stayed near one little rockIn one corner of a glorious tank

They never cared to exploreThe rest of their glorious homeNo single one separated from the packTo enjoy the rest of their cisternThey stayed tight in their solemn pirouetteNot caring about the surrounding world

Foolish minnows one might sayThey know not what lies around themBut how different are some among the indictersFrom our fish-minded friends

People who live in their own little worldAnd only relate to their packThose who never form themselvesBut are formed by their brothersSlaves of the clan

32

So urge the other fish in the tankMinnows be free from the bonds of your schoolAnd come to enjoy the seaThink for yourselves and you will findA happier world with open armsGo for your dreams and strive for your goals Not the goals of your troupe

Many are out there absorbed in their comradesKnowing not the things they could doIf they formed their own thoughts into fish of their ownAnd swam to a meaningful place

33

Gaudí’s Perspective, Johnny Clausen

34

Buddy, Christine Ankrom

35

The Love of the GameAnna Brooke Payne

Before the gameThe nerves invade your bodyLike a deadly disease.You can’t help it but, Thoughts fly through your head Quicker that an animal Running from its prey.

When you hear The first shrill of the whistleAll of these thoughts and feelings,Vanish.

You start to play. You can hear the voice Of your coach in your head,Almost as if it were your own,Telling you every move to make.

As you are on the court The passion for the gameBurns as deep as Earth’s coreInside of you.

You put all of yourself into it,Like an artist and his masterpiece.You suffer throughThe bruises and injuries,But you do it,For the love of the game.

36

Perspectivo, Nisha Kashyap

37

What is Love?Lesli Williams

I can’t tell you what love is…Because I don’t know.But,I can tell you what it’s not.Love isn’t supposed to be a game,Like chance.Love isn’t supposed to be quick and painful,Like a bee sting.If I had to say what love is…I would say that love should be permanent and long-lasting,Like a sharpie.Love should be comforting,Like hot chocolate on a cold winter’s night.And love should be healing,

like the thread that stitches together tears in clothes.

38

Silver Cow, Brian Rice

39

The Optimistic King Alex Svensen

Waving to the insultersBowing to the prosecutorsShaking hands with the those that wouldn't lend oneAnd greeting my executionerI say goodbye to such a lovely worldAnd smile as I hear the crowd's hateful wordsAs they wave farewell with their torches and pitchforksWho wouldn't at such a massive attendance?I lay my head down for a little restA big day ahead so I thought it’d be bestI chat with my friend as he sharpens his bladeAnd asks for just a little off the top So you can't tell much of a changeBecause I have a great big party Planned for the evening and you’re welcome if you want to come to the venue But the fellow declined with a slight laughAnd I was rather insulted at thatBut I guessed he just didn't know what he was missingAnd at that my head was rolling as I laughed at his stupidity

40

‘Splorin’ Cheaha, Will Ready

41

Genuine LoveAmanda Sherer

Where can one find genuine loveIt is so rare I’m afraidMany lust and know not loveThe love that is selflessThe love that holds no boundariesGenuine love is pricelessIt is not just a feelingBut an actIt is love that is shownIt is love that two developIt is so rare I’m afraidWhere can one find genuine love

42

Pick Me, Becca Nash

43

Love Is the PanaceaWill Fiorella

There is a cure,For the pain you bear.It eludes a man, year after year.You really need not strike a deal.

The cure for the painexists on this earth as love.It isn't a pill, or a plant,from those, you must refrain.

It isn't a rope,and it isn't a blade .This isn't a joke,just have hope

fall in love,let your heart glidegraceful as a dove,

For when your heart-dove settles downand builds a home in the branch of a tree.It can hatch its eggsand show the chicks (your mind) to be free

44

Southern Lights, Elizabeth Smith

45

Hanging onChandler Collins

All of my hope has been stripped away,Torn by the memories of loved ones lost,Left to burn,Our hope is gone,We are nothing more than dogs to these people.

They don’t care about who we are,What we live for,Only for the star on my chest,And the name of my family.

What has happened to this man?To lead him to such insanityThe pain and suffering he has brought me,Or the pain and suffering brought by the people sent to find me.

We have nothing more to live for,Our religion is all we have.We have lost all hope,All of our dignity and pride,Our family and friends,Sent to die.

They take us away,One by one,The pain and suffering,Of watching them leave,It tears at my heart.

We are trapped,-Nowhere to turn,We have nothing left,Our joy is lost.

46

Day after day,We work on and on,Our only reward,-The sweet peace of death letting us finally leave this wretched world and the camp that they put us in.

They can take away our lives,Our family and friends.All we have left is our religion,And the hope that death will come sooner.

These people,Sent to take our lives,Try to take all that is dear to us,But we will never break.

We are a strong people,Firm in what we believe in,That will never change.

They take away everyone that is not german.For what reason?Why do six million jews have to die?What is so different?

They put is into chambers filled with gas,-Like Hitler’s army,Unescapable and never-ending.They burn away our souls,But now we are in a better place.

The darkness closing in around us,Taking us away from here,Finally death has come,And evil shall live in our lives no more.

47

Sky Divided, Elizabeth Smith

48

Mind–blower, Meredith Helms

49

What is love?Corey Phillis

What is love?It’s a humble abode to come toSkipping through fields hand in handDancing to the beats of each other’s heartCounting stars as if there is no tomorrowLaughing at things no one else would NoNot for me Love is…A stormy night, home aloneTime coming and going without meaningSwaying softly to a monotone tuneA vigorous climb to no availA dream that’s yet to be mine

50

Sunlight in Spanish Skies, Nisha Kashyap

51

FollowAshleigh Nunnally

I follow the path,That I see in my mind,The dangerous side,To this short life,The harder we cry,The more we die,I cry into the night,And bleed during the day,My trust has been ripped from my heart,As your true colors show,The side that I once thought you never had,I followed your lead,Now I’m not sure where to go,Where to stay and cry,Safe in my mind,Safe in the Serenity of my mind.

52

Take Off, Diana Thompson

53

She Hurts Me More Than AnythingZachary St. Clair

Everyday, you pass by meBarely more than a glance.It seems that you don’t care for me,But still I take the chance. Loving someone has ended badly before,But I can tell this girl’s different.My heart hasn’t healed: fresh are my sores,Yet my feelings stay consistent. Everyday, I always prayThat I will receive your “yes.”And everyday, the price I payIs rejection and sadness. I see you two day in, day out—It’s obvious it wasn’t meant to be.And yet, you still ignore your doubts.The one you should be with is me. How ironic, that you who brings me joyAlso whips me back and forth.My heart, it seems, is your toy,And you can’t decide whether South or North. People try to play it downAnd say there’s more fish in the sea,But I say my fish is found.You’re the only one it could be.

54

To some it seems of little worth,This problem of the heart.There are bigger problems on Earth,Lack of food and water to start. But I say to them that this equals no home,And it is worse than nothing to eat.For she is my shelter and when I’m alone,My thoughts of her deprive me of sleep. I am a man, and I won’t cryFor you, my puppeteer.All I can do is wait and tryTo save you from more tears. Yes, I will wait and waitFor you to make up your mind.I hope this issue soon abates,But please don’t waste my time. Will you stay with him—give me more heartbreak?Inspire more of my poetry?Or will you realize for heaven’s sake,That I would never hurt thee? Cut me and punch me! Look! I will bleed,Though they hardly even sting.Compared to me you don’t look at me,That hurts more than anything.

55

Squirrel, Amanda Sherer

56

Hawaiian Sunset, Raj Kashyap

57

Breaking Mary Elizabeth Mathison

She thought she was stronger.Thought she could handle it.But she learned,She's not so tough.She's slowly breaking.

She looks into those eyes.The eyes she once foundInviting,Loving,Caring.But she was wrong.Where love should be there's hate.She thought she loved youBut now she knowsYou're everything she never wanted.

Now, because of you,She's this.A fragile little girl.Too many emotions on her heart.Too many tears in her eyes.Some days, she wants to disappear.She feels like dying, so sick of crying.

She trembles.Small.Helpless.Hopeless.Awake for daysShe collapses.

58

She doesn't know what she's doing anymore.She feels soAlone.She locks her bedroom doorFalls to the bed that brought comfort.Once upon a time.

With no one left to run to,She lies there.Her heart beating hard against her chest.Wanting out.Wanting to run away.Tears fall silently to the pillow.Yet again.

Getting up,She walks to the mirror.Looks at her reflectionSees a girlStanding thereBright streaks streaming down her face.All gone but those eyes.She wonders where that girl went.She sinks to the floor,Curls into herselfAnd prays for the day That she'll be free.

59

Marilyn, Becca Nash

60

TreyRon, Trey Helms

61

Hello to Goodbye Sarah Storey

I sit silently,Preparing to say my final goodbye,Goodbye to what I had always known as home,Hello to a new adventure.Scared,Excited,Nervous,Millions of emotions racing through my small body,Tears, threatening to leap out of my eyes,I take my last look at my already packed room that held years of memories,At the backyard that took me to Japan, Africa, and England, where I fought off spies and aliens.  Goodbye to the stairs I raced up daily,To the playroom that held all my toys,To the porch where my friends and I sang and danced,To my parents room where the bad guys couldn’t reach,To my favorite hiding places,To the basement where I spent many afternoons playing with dolls,To the living room I spent hours watching “Rugrats” and “Dragon Tales.” Everywhere,Boxes scattered, with labels,Holding our past, what summed up our lives. 

62

I say goodbye before I leave,Before they pack it all away. Slowly,I walk out the door,The butterflies in my stomach wake up from their long rest, and quickly take flight,As I look ahead to my new adventure,My new home,My new friends,My new life,I say hello to goodbye.

63

Gaudí at Sunset, Nisha Kashyap

64

Por la Calle, Christine Ankrom

65

StandAshleigh Nunnally

Stand the war has come,Ready your shields,Ready your mind,Stand on your faith,Make sure you don’t fall,Hold your trust with God,And let him take the tide,Fight for your life and pride,Stand and don’t give in,Close your eyes and find the truth,Ready your sword ,The darkness comes,Prepare for battle,Stand and you will not fall,Stand and hold your ground,You won’t give,You won’t give in,Fight for your life,Fight for the pride of yourself,Fight for your soul,And if you fall,Then fall for what you believe in.

66

Rainbow Skeleton Callahan Wigley

67

The Turning BackElizabeth Smith

As you rise from sleep and into your dayReflect on how you became this wayYour stance, your voice, your dreams and mindSee your past slowly unwind

Remember your forgotten childhoodAll the dreams you had, both ridiculous and goodRemember the parents you hid behind when you were shyThe same parents are now waving goodbye

Your titles have been given and your true dreams have been foundYour worlds have been created and you’re figuring out where you’re boundYour silhouette that your fans will watch walk awayIs becoming more prominent with each passing day

Your back is turning and you can’t be afraidYou have no limits except the ones you’ve madeHave you made the right decisions? Soon you’ll see. Before you turn you back: are you who you wanted to be?

68

Flowers, Teddre Williams

69

Contributors

Corey Phillis is in ninth grade. She plays many sports, which include cross country, volleyball, track, and soccer. She also plays for a club volleyball team outside of Birmingham.

Dakoda Clark is in tenth grade. He plays soccer and is most likely moving to Arizona in the summer.

Molly Gnagy is in seventh grade. In her free time she enjoys writing fictional stories, drawing, singing, playing piano, and talking to her friends. One of her goals is to write and publish at least one book.

Chandler Collins is thirteen years old and is in the seventh grade. He plays football, basketball, and tennis.

Caroline Lafollette is in ninth grade. She is a cheerleader and agymnast. Her favorite food is macaroni and cheese.

Lesli Williams is in ninth grade. She loves soccer and acting. Sheenjoys being a student at Donoho and is interested in outdoorphotography.

Sarah Storey is a freshman. She was a member of Donoho’s soccer and cross country teams. She has played soccer for eight years, but this was her first year of cross country. Sarah also enjoys spending time with her family and friends.

Maria Yamamuro is a 9th grader at the Donoho School who enjoys fine arts, including drawing and playing musical instruments. She is the cartoonist for The Penfeather, and a most active band member. Before becoming part of the Donoho family, Maria lived in Japan; she embraces her culture and traditions.

70

Diana Thompson is currently a senior and will be attending Johns Hopkins University in the fall to major in neuroscience and double minor in psychology and Spanish. She loves to read, run, laugh, and spend time with friends (all of whom she will miss when she moves to Baltimore to begin the next stage in her life). She loves the sea, skateboarding, the Braves, and horses; she can be spontaneous or structured depending on the mood.

Meredith Helms is in the 10th grade. She takes art class with Mrs. Landrum and loves it! Also, she enjoys horseback riding and taking care of her horses.

Zach St. Clair is a junior. He plays basketball, soccer and football.He participates in choir and plays trumpet and percussion in the advanced band. He enjoys swimming and spending time in nature.

Abhishek Purohit is in eleventh grade, loves playing tennis andsoccer, travels the world with his family, and recently discovered he takes great photographs!

Raj Kashyap is in the 9th grade. He plays football, basketball, track, and soccer. He participates on the Forensics Team, the Drama Club, and the Focus Group. Raj is also starring as a beaver in this year’s spring production, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Ashleigh Nunnally is a seventh grader who loves writing poems, short stories, and is currently working on a novel that she hopes to have published. She has had the opportunity to work with State Representative Randy Wood and has written a critical piece for The Anniston Star for a children’s book review. Ashleigh lives with her mom and dad, her cat, Krystal, and her dog, Buster.

Richard Bateman is a freshman. He enjoys playing basketball, tennis, and Boy Scouts. He also enjoys building robots.

71

Hamilton Gaines is in the 7th grade.  He loves riding his dirt bike, playing video games, playing football and running on the track team. His favorite candy is the Reese Cup. He broke his nose when he was almost two while dancing. He hopes to accomplish his goal of becoming an Eagle Scout.

Kylie Burton is in 9th grade. She enjoys reading and singing. Shelikes to write poems and short stories in her spare time. She is also in band, choir and show choir, Glisten.

Mary Elizabeth is in the 9th grade. She is in the band and choir. She enjoys playing piano and reading.

Callahan Wigley is in 11th grade. He is interested in basketball,other sports, and the Internet.

Johnny Clausen is a senior this year. He enjoys playing golf, watching baseball, and screaming at the television when the Red Sox lose.

Serah Ankrom is a senior. She enjoys art and interning at the Calhoun County Coroner’s Office.

Brian Rice is a senior. He enjoys playing soccer and relatively short walks on the beach. As an Anniston Star article entitled "Foreign Flare" illustrates, he was born in Germany, where he spent much of his childhood playing soccer before moving to Cameroon with his family, where he learned the game from the locals on the streets of Douala.

Bryce St. Clair is a senior. He is a third-year editor of The Lureand plays for the Donoho pep band, concert band, and jazz band. He is also in a saxophone quartet at his church. Bryce loves to make people laugh and enjoys having a positive attitude. He has attended Donoho for thirteen years and is exciting about attending Ohio State University in the fall.

72

Jon Storey is in the twelfth grade. He plays basketball, runs track, enjoys hugging people, and loves Taco Bell.

Elizabeth Smith is closing in on her senior year. She enjoys playing music, drawing, writing, photography, and daydreaming to no end. She is the president of the FCA/FCS and a leader of the prayer team. She believes in a myth called “free time,” and she hopes to find it when she graduates. She plans to attend Samford University to major in graphic design or some sort of (music?) ministry.

Will Ready is a senior. He loves music, plays guitar, soccer,and enjoys photography. He will be getting out of here soon andattending Auburn University in the fall.

Anna Brooke Payne is in the ninth grade. She is a varsity cheerleader, and she plays on the varsity basketball team. She also participates in several of the school’s clubs such as the FCA/FCS, Focus Group, and she is on the Gauntlet staff.

Will Fiorella is in the 9th grade, he enjoys music a great deal andplays the trumpet, guitar, and is learning the French horn. A little-known fact about Will is that he has an interest in classicalliterature and theoretical physics.

Amanda Sherer is currently in the 9th grade. Some of her hobbiesinclude the following: playing basketball, swimming, gardening,watching movies, and spending time with her family. A little-known fact about Amanda is she has flown in and briefly flew an ultrasound experimental plane.

Alex Svensen is currently an 11th grader at The Donoho School. He not only enjoys reading and writing poetry, but also playing sports like football, basketball, track, and soccer. Alex also loves music of many varieties, including techno.

73

Christine Ankrom is a junior. Her hobbies include kayaking and canoeing.

Trey Helms is in the 12th grade. He enjoys hunting, fishing and playing golf. He loves his car and enjoys having philosophical conversations.

Becca Nash is a junior who enjoys playing volleyball and attending concerts.

Teddre Williams is a junior at The Donoho School. He enjoys playing baseball, basketball, and football. His favorite subject is any math course. Teddre also likes to hang out with friends, fish, and much more.