“I get to play for people and give them free entertainment,” president Matt Canright said. “I’m very glad Guitar Club got asked to do this.”

Guitarists of any style or amount of talent have come together weekly for collaboration and practice, and the more prestigious members have long wished to share their talents with others.

“Guitar Club has been trying to find a way to play for people all year,” club sponsor Julie Gross said, “and now they have it.”

Editor’s Note: Guitar Club members have canceled their performances at Which Wich, writer Chase Treamaine may appear.

The PTSA  After Prom Committee secretly created three wooden Legacy Bronco heads on stakes and placed them in individuals yards as an attempt to raise funds for after prom.

The idea was borrowed from Mansfield High School who places flamingos in people’s yards and charges them for their removal.

“Money is tighter this year,” Mrs. Severe said, “so we had to come up with an alternative means for making money.”

Principal David Wright requested After Prom Chairperson Sue Wellskopf and co-chairs Katrina May and Diane Rahrig to create the Bronco heads because of other school’s success with a similar fundraiser. Mrs. May’s husband cut the heads out of plywood while she and senior Clarke Rahrig painted them.

“The school community has really been helping out by getting into the fun of it,” Mrs. Severe said.

Included with Bronco head is a note beginning with “Congratulations, You’ve been busted!” The note explains the purpose of the heads and the price to have them removed between two to three days. It costs $20 to send them away and extra $15 to ensure they won’t return.

Other funds directed to the Rockin’ Road Trip after prom are derived from business community donations and the cookies sold during lunch.
“Every time you buy a bag of cookies you’re helping,” Mrs. Severe said.

According to Mrs. Wellskopf the money earned from the fundraisers will be put into activities that the senior class will enjoy.

“Each class has different personalities,” Mrs. Wellskopf said. “We’re banking on that they will dance.”

Despite this year being her first on the after prom committee, Mrs. Wellskopf dedication to the group is strengthened by her love for the senior class.
“I’m excited to be working with the seniors,” Mrs. Wellskopf said. “We’ve known a lot of the seniors since they were in kindergarten. I’m glad my job allows me to help out like this.”

All three of these options sound pretty cool, all things considered. But where to go? What road do I take? Each one would take me somewhere very different from the others; one will lead me to one of the busiest and coolest cities on the planet, but will cost my parents a huge chunk of change. And I’ll be farther away from home than I’ve ever been. The other road will lead to a place nearby and close to those I’ve grown accustomed to seeing, but will it satisfy my hunger for adventure and departure? The third road will take me to a university that’s offering me thousands of dollars to study inside its walls. Can I in my right mind pass that up?

  I’ve given each of these options a lot of thought. And the more I think about it, the more these three roads seem to be more similar than it originally seemed. For one thing, as my dad as been saying for some time now, college is college. In this dark economic age, I should thank God college is even an option. But to go a bit deeper, the reason all three of these roads may ultimately lead to similar destinations is because in all three of them, I will still be me. 

 There’s this mindset that college is a chance to hit the restart button on life; a chance to become someone different from who you were in high school. And I’d like to believe that, but I can’t. Six months from now I will still be Nick Jimenez, whether I’m in New York, Louisiana or Texas. I will have the same insecurities and neurosis that I have now and I will have the same gifts and skills I possess here at Legacy. So ultimately the choice of what road to take becomes irrelevant, because in all of them I remain the same. I don’t know what life has in store for me. I don’t know where I’ll be in ten years or what I’ll believe in; who or what I’ll be in love with. To quote Fitzgerald, “I know myself, and that is all.”