Glass Confinements

Smudge marks float. Fingerprints hang in mid air showcasing all sides of grease crevice stains. A ghostly outline of a finger stares down at your lunch tray, praying that you won’t use a napkin before touching the invisible wall, and thusly breed a companion for this lonely smut amoeba.


The new glass wall that outlines the cafeteria has become something of an anomaly. Effluent rumors circulated the student body describing graphic scenes of young freshman falling to the tribulations of a secret boundary. Around Friday night bonfires, students no longer tell ghost stories, instead they tell the story of Johnny “No Nose” Smith, who lost his schnoz in the Great Migration of B lunch.


Though these stories of fallen soldiers have no real evidence behind it (there are too many stains upon the glass to identify them all), but every student has experienced the tight march through the double doors after lunch.


Two lunches worth of kids have to fit through three entrances.


Scalps smack, locked knee steps pull at the heels of shoes, we walk to class. Cacophonous lips on Propel tips, fingers grip the tie around cookies, we ask why? Shoulders shrug, not out of curiosity but of fear, fear of the kid next to us, because they are right next to us, the line between him and I is blurred, the mesh of adolescent limbs scares us, don’t touch me, why would you touch me with nacho cheese on your hands, we are forgetting which aztec cladded freshman is which, who is flipping that water bottle in the middle of this crowd, we are dodging random unexpected elbows materializing from the fourth quadrant, I will not pull anything out for an ape, we look upon the administrators who giggle as we drown without water, as we cry out without voices, as we march in our own Death.


Students suffer this every fourth and ninth period. At some point, one kid will decide to be the martyr. This kid will sacrifice him for I. This kid will give it all for us. This kid will break the glass wall with one solid bull charge.


This hero will save us all.

Spring Break

Photo by: Anita Martinz from Wikimedia Commons

Story by: Ryan Stemle

It is that time of the year again. The sun rises over an infinite sea of royal blue waters, and there is nothing to do besides bask in the spring break feeling that only comes around once a year. The tons of stress on all of our shoulders is lifted for an incredible two-week break.


 The Music Department is taking a group of show choir students to New York over spring break. They are not competing, but performing. They have prepared a piece for clinicians to look at and give feedback. Senior Sound System member Shayfer Sutton is very excited about the trip.


  “I’ve never been to New York City before,” Sutton said. “So I am very excited to go for the first time with all of my friends.”


  Other students are left in the dust of the mass exodus.


  “I am very disappointed that my family isn’t letting me go anywhere,” junior Logan Coyle said. “But I am not going to take this beautiful Indiana weather for granted.”


  Coyle is one of many students having a staycation this break.


  “I am so upset about not going anywhere,” junior Dan Root said. “But no school is no school, and I love that.”


  For traveling students, a popular spring break destination for is Ft. Myers Beach, Florida. This booming city is a popular spot for high school and college students.


“Ft. Myers is a great destination to hang out with my current Center Grove friends,” senior Harrison Holt said. “But it’s also great because I meet so many new people.”


“I love Ft. Myers because it is a wonderful place to take in the beauty of nature,” senior Connor Steeb said. “There is no doubt that Ft. Myers is a beautiful beach full of beautiful people.”


Spring break is upon us. As you countdown the final hours of school, remember to be safe and responsible this spring break.