By Natalie Waters
By Juliana Malfitano
As the long-awaited football season begins, we as a student body must not only show our support through attending the games but also through dressing for the occasions. Let us count down the list of looks you can expect this football season and some possible options for what to wear, to show your LHS support.
1. Starting off strong Neon Out: Think fashionable traffic cop meets the 80s. For this theme, go for anything colorful. Students in the past have gone as spirited as to wear crossing guard vests, but a colorful shirt and shorts should do the trick. If you are feeling adventurous, try out a fluorescent wig.
2. An out of this world theme that is joining the list is Space. Go with all green for an alien look, space buns, glitter, possible holographic clothing. The possibilities here are limitless.
3. A cult favorite theme is camo. This theme is particularly interesting, because no longer is camo just an array of army green but rather a print that can come in all sorts of colors. With that being said, the safest option here is to grab and camo shirt and possibly top off the look with a Bass Pro Shop hat. Maybe some light and dark green face paint would suffice here as well
4. The Pink out game is not only a spirited event, but it contributes to the breast cancer society. Think all things pink. Finding clothes for this game should not be to hard, however Pink Out shirts almost always go on sale which again helps with a good cause!
5. Just in time for HOCO, white out theme is one near and dear to Lassiter’s heart. For this theme, the best route is to simply pair together any and all white articles of clothing you possess. Students have gotten creative with this theme, whether they get fun white headbands or feather boas. The paint designs are also pretty endless with this theme.
6. Last but certainly not least, we cannot leave the blackout theme off of this list. Similar to white out- a lot of originality can go into the outfits for blackout. However, this theme holds special significance because it is to celebrate Lassiter’s seniors and all the hard work they put in these last 4 years.
By Henry Tegethoff
- (Veracruz, MX)
Your blond god has fallen to untouchable vileness
What does he care for the atom bomb, the bed bugs,
the friendly financier waiting to repossess my delinquent flesh?
The dull beauty of my filed-down teeth,
straw soaked in animal piss,
Mouth full of blood and disinfectant,
I wash my hands in an old enamel bowl.
All of us, blown from east
Fallen leaves gather west:
the front wheel reflectoricepack and cigar smoke
the worn leather couch,
thrown down the walls.
Sleeping in a cattle car
a wheel sparking under us
running an iron rail gauntlet
Lights from home pulse hollow in the distance,
Like neglected coal, a pile of dampened embers
II. (Orlando, FL)
Yr blue love shining
Everywhere, sun-star, wailer
Hissing summer lawns
The golden rosary beads
O ever weeping
Yellow river mist
III. (Atlanta, GA)
Linoleum tile hallways, stiff and starched in white light
The boys kick the ball
Far across the field-
Lonely, the goalie waits.
Charming little bedraggled prince
Pleiades, spiders scrambling outta sinks
Flowers aiming crookedly
Geese cutting straight
Clouds bouncing empty
A telephone pole a hundred miles high
With buzzing wires of transcendence
The cheap-movie sticky-floor echoing bliss
The Spanish moss anthill orange juice bliss
The rubber-scuff orange-glowing asphalt-champion bliss
The midsummer of our lives
Folding beneath a molten moon
The bliss is heavy on my lids and I sleep
IV. (Franklin, NC)
Dead in heaven
Earth a swirling meat wheel
And the mothers the only ones
To smile at me;
They know I’m someone’s son
O old man, whom doth my garden keep
The things that you have seen would leave most men to weep
Tirelessly you work, and nothing do you reap,
Apart from all my dreams, which you harvest from my sleep
You’ve taken all I had now, and made it all your own
And saturated, now, is the garden you have grown
All the other fields lay barren, apart from Meter’s throne
My dreams, noble fruitions, that humbly you’ve sewn
Now both we lay, at our humble garden’s edge
And the smallest stars began to perforate the sun’s setting edge,
While lassitude, in its brilliant softness,
Begins to settle in Six feet beneath the daisies, in rest of mortal sin
V. (Cannon Beach, OR)
I’m running towards a winter sun
Hurdling down a cold red road for the sea
Tonight I’ll stretch full by the fire
And drink from a black and starry stream.
Tomorrow I’ll make brute music from the pounding of my heels on packed earth!
The tall prairie grasses are sighing; our loveblown bannerets mourn in vain.
A birdless heaven and a lonely seadusk, kicking off my boots and falling to my knees in the spotted sand.
The moon weaves a web of silence,
Lambent waters brood the passing of another sullen day
VI. (Lone Pine, CA)
Poets walkin’ outside the law,
Spewing bloodstained words
Life can only be lived forwards, but can only be understood backwards
Jaws set firm,
Facing down the roar as they sow fields of their innocence,
The winners of the game romping around in their dry daze.
The losers weep
Cheap blood suckers gnashing in their consciousness
The self loathing gangsters kicking the asphalt mud
Glittery-gold heaven’s angels sputtering around whistling gleeful
Everybody wants the same chimera,
The sawed-smooth sun-swept sierras
Everybody’s spoonfed champion jumping from the top
We stand trembling in our mortality boots, the drizzles of religion falling on a burial field, the grim mouth planted, the satin of the earth coffin.
I could write it on walls across America- Dove in wings of peace, great Noah menageries, moonshine eyes and milky minds, dead dogs with shiny claws
They will all go up to heaven from where they are,
Like golden phantoms of angels in gold strap we go hitchhiking the Deus Ex Machina to heights apocalyptic and divine
It’s sick and soggy and perfect.
VII. (Marietta, GA)
Last night I played tennis with Jonathan
In the bleak brown traffic air
In the mortal Golden eternity
In the dead silent coyote dogma
It’s a thin Dixie white and worn,
From Virginia slims, drawn and torn
An emasculated visage, plain and dry
Braids tracing backs, feet are spry
The minute can’t be trapped in nets of cold,
But it can be snapped at frantically
And clamped between the pages of a journal,
Like a firefly at the mercy of a child’s whim
They all know themselves
Be it beast or jackal or love,
And they pry at the nails of their late Sunday nights
Clawing at the crystal clarity of all their worlds
In the church they light the candles,
And the wax rolls down like tears-
The band sounds like typewriters,
Chickens scratching at my mortality
Plundered, betrayed, sold
crookedly they face a dark enclosure
Baptisms, marriages, masses for the dead
What if birds aren’t singing they’re screaming?
And roses are more than instruments of pure contradiction?
What if when gods come walking out of the living things,
Madness lifts its wing and covers half my soul?
VIII. (Bailey Island, ME)
The silence of god,
The unbearable silence of god.
The chatter of man, the silence of god.
This is the way it was,
While I was waiting for your eyes to find me.
The crucifix satellite tower
Stretching over the asphalt trenches,
Eric dolphy war whooping
For it’s a beautiful cosmos,
And a beautiful sea we sit watching
As it crawls in lazily.
You rolling in your sand dune sleep
I basking in my completion,
soaking in your enumerations
IX. (Murfreesboro, TN)
How we meet today
A movie night, a slumber party
Halloween on a tire swing
Our heads are drunk and empty
Take another walk by the scene
Of all the haunting pleasantries
I think I gave too much
But finally I understand your seasons
You speak in shallow sentences
For God is a dancer, nimble and busy
And if stay us dead in heaven
And our limbs should intertwine,
Shutter your stars, bleak and lazy
I’ll be back for them soon.
By Gloria Wu
We live in an age where popular, mainstream ideas have emphasized loving yourself and accepting yourself for who you really are. Now, I am not against the movement of having people grow in confidence and happiness.
But what happens when we focus on ourselves in a selfish way may often lead to the opposite of happiness, and ultimately contributes to snowballing insecurity.
When I look around, I realize how much of a norm it has become in society. We post Instagram photos and ponder how many likes we can rack up. Not just photos, but posts of just ourselves. Whether it is a selfie of a face with makeup, or photos obviously just showing the world our body, posts on social media is just that. Like my recent! Comment and support! Yourself, myself, herself, himself. We are so self-absorbed, trying to prove to “others” of our worth, looks, or charm- whether or not “others” will actually care. We catch a glimpse of ourselves in the mirror. Smile! Flex! Pose! Stare at yourself for as long as you’d like until you are satisfied. The spotlight is all on you. And that’s the problem these days. We -the Gen Z- have been raised in such comfort that focusing on ourselves is all we have ever done. Why is that a problem? What’s the big deal? The deal is, all this energy focused on ourselves has given us nothing in return but stress, anxiety, and insecurity. Sure, our parents may have been insecure when they were our age. Everyone has gone through it, it’s totally normal. But what makes our generation so different? Is it self-love? Is it this so-called self-love that makes someone more insecure than they already are? Is it self-love that kindles FOMO (fear of missing out)? Is it self-love that ignites anxiety attacks?
The source of all these issues is actually self-centeredness. Self-centeredness and self-love are two completely different things. It’s unfortunate to see how common depression and anxiety is, and although they may be caused by traumatic events or genetic probability, I believe that we make our own problems. So much attention and detail on ourselves make us our worst critics. Directing all our attention on our flaws, short-comings, grades, and relationships definitely contributes to worry and fear. And this accumulation of worry and fear causes unhappiness, anxiety, and depression. Growing up in an environment of convenience, one small issue can lead to negative overthinking, ranting, and even panic attacks. Why is this happening to me? Why does everyone hate me? Why am I the only one? It may be a stretch to say that body image issues, eating disorders, depression, and even suicide may stem from this typical natural human tendency, but negativity is definitely contributing to these ubiquitous problems. So this kind of narcissism, or self-absorption, is actually what leads to self-destruction. The prosperous middle-class of America may seem to have it better than countless others compared the rest of the world, but we are still unhappy. And that’s the irony, the more we focus on our own happiness, the more unhappy we become.
To prevent the escalation of our own issues, let’s first focus on things that aren’t our issues. The world will keep on spinning with or without our issues, and the sun will still shine, and God is still good. This isn’t an active approach. I’m not saying to sit next to someone you don’t know at lunch or ask your friends to talk about their problems. This is a mental habit that gradually takes over your actions. Your thoughts always change your actions, but your actions may not necessarily change your thoughts. As you focus less on yourself, you may come to terms with yourself with peace. You don’t have to be your own slave. You don’t have to burden yourself with what YOU want to be (it’s probably actually what “others” want you to be, which ultimately doesn’t impact you until YOU allow it to). You are in charge of yourself. This may seem confusing, trippy, or cliche, but spending less energy on yourself (in a self-absorbed manner) can actually give you confidence you’ve never had before. You don’t have to think about yourself because isn’t that kinda tiring? Doesn’t it get boring? It’s much more meaningful to be a positive influence to other people because the spotlight doesn’t have to be on us anymore. We don’t need it.
So what do we need? We are all selfish people with an empty void to fill. We are in need of things greater and more meaningful in order for us to flourish. Find a passion, whether it be a sport, instrument, or other hobbies, and be good at it. To invest in this as well as the people around you makes your life more balanced. Your free time is in your hands. Rather than staying up late scrolling on tik tok, think about what you want your life to be like. Make it meaningful. Make it have an impact. Now is not the time to feel fulfilled with yourself, neither is it the time to indulge in the easy comforts of the twenty first century. It’s time to focus on the goals way bigger and way ahead of us. It’s time to grow. So let’s put aside the petty little trinkets we so adore and challenge ourselves to become more mature, stronger, and more selfless, investing ourselves in our studies, our goals, and our community.
By Lily Cox
Sonnet of the times
You want future generations to fail?
Because you don’t seem to notice the heat.
The fires that make endangered species wail.
And the world leaders only mind to tweet.
It seems to us that you would rather sit lazily
Instead of working to save your children.
Because you print one side conveniently,
Cutting trees, cutting years by the billion.
The global temperature rising to highs,
And a million lost at battle front.
But you say we are fine, that’s just lies.
And we will prove to be the strong forefront.
But it is your choice not to save our home,
Well then we will have to save it alone.
By Rebecca DeMouey
It was a quiet night. The only sound was the jingle of the dog’s collar as he walked around. It was his job to watch for intruders in the night, as he had done forever. It had become habit. Someone comes to the door, the dog barks, the strangers leave. Now the dog waited, although nobody had come to the door for almost a year now. He wondered why there were no visitors, but a dog can only do so much thinking. So, there he waited, continuing the job he had done for years, just hoping for a little excitement again.
There was a reason for the lack of guests. Eight months ago, a warning letter was sent throughout the town, describing a serious threat. In the corner of the letter was a small paw print. Nobody knew when or what was coming, but they fled anyway, desperately attempting to escape the unknown. Everyone left except the dog and his owner. The man could not leave the home he grew up in. That was all that mattered to him. As for the dog, he just wanted to please his owner and remained a vigilant watchdog each night.
The rumored enemies never came. Instead, the town was eradicated of its inhabitants, who never returned. The owner rarely left the house, only to bring back food and supplies when they were needed. However, this day was different. It was still early morning, around 4 a.m. The owner took the excited dog on a leash, and they started down the sidewalk. They reached the local store and stocked up as usual. This time, however, they did not return home. Instead, they began the journey in the other direction to find the missing town.
The air was cold on this December day, and the steady gusts of wind kept the owner shivering. Although he had a coat, the brisk, dry air pierced his face. The dog didn’t mind the cold, as his fluffy coat of long hair blocked most of it out. He trotted contently beside his owner, who was tense. They continued on for a few hours until they reached an old cottage at the end of a street. It was dark and eerie, but the owner didn’t have much of a choice on entering when the dog pulled him to the door. The door was unlocked, and as they stepped inside, the air instantly became more bearable. The dog kept pulling towards a smell, with his nose close to the ground. Then he found it: a little black cat.
Initially, the owner was suspicious. He couldn’t believe a cat had been living alone all this time. However, as he approached the cat, it appeared famished and scrawny, so the answer was apparent. The owner gave the frightened cat some pet food he had packed for his dog on the journey. He then decided to look around the house for any clues. All he found were some pictures and a few black pawprints that lined the floor and the table near the typewriter. The house seemed to belong to an old woman, as the framed pictures dated back to the 1940s. He wondered if the lady had also left because of the warning. Instead of lingering in the strange cottage, the owner took his dog and a little suitcase from a closet to hold the cat, and they were back on the journey.
The three continued down the path toward the unknown destination, and they walked for most of the afternoon. Now, the sky darkened as the sun was almost set. It was getting late, so the owner decided they would need to find a place to stay for the night. Shortly after, they came across a small yellow house that seemed much more inviting than the old cottage earlier.
Inside, the house was dark, but the lightbulbs luckily still worked. There was a faint sound from above, and the man warily checked it out. When he entered the room, there was an old radio playing some music, giving the house a little more warmth. To the owner’s surprise, a little green bird was perched on a branch in a cage across the room. It was watching him as he walked closer.
“Bed-time,” the parrot squawked. It startled the owner, but he oddly found it comforting. It was the first time he had heard a voice in almost a year. The owner found a bed to sleep in, and he allowed his dog to come with him. However, the dog wanted to sleep by the door. He would wait through the night to keep his owner safe, as he had done his whole life.
In the morning, the man found a portable bird cage, and the four of them began the journey once again. Only this time, it was not long before they heard sounds in the distance. It was laughter, children, a school bell. They continued toward the sound and found a class of little children running around a playground.
“Hello,” the owner called, as he waited behind the fence. A teacher turned around and saw the man. She seemed startled, but she approached him anyway.
“Hi,” she replied. “Can I help you with something?”
“What is the name of this town?” the owner replied. “I have been on a long journey from home and I am looking for the town that the people fled to. If you know what I am talking about, will you lead me to the them?”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot help you, sir,” she replied. “You should get going now.” Suddenly, the woman began frantically gathering the children inside as she glanced back at the man.
The owner knew he would have to be stealthy if he wanted to figure out what was going on. He took his three traveling partners and his bags around the fence to the front of the building. It appeared to be housing much more than just school children. He was mistakenly welcomed inside by a small child.
It was not welcoming after that. “Everyone hide!” a man hollered as he saw the owner. In that moment, everyone in the building ran into hiding. This was not just a school. There were families gathered together, with beds and furniture set up around the floor. Then the owner figured it out. This was the place the town had fled to.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I am only looking for my town.” They did not move. Of course they could not trust an intruder, especially in a time like this. The owner began to formulate a plan to convince the people he was not a threat, but then his fate quickly changed. Out from his bag, the parrot began to squawk.
“Hello, hello. Today is Monday,” he said, although it really wasn’t. Everyone remained in hiding, except there was a small voice coming from behind a chair.
“Max?” the voice said. “Is that really you?” A girl stepped out from behind the chair and stood staring at the bird. She instantly lit up in a smile and ran toward her beloved parrot.
“I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed. “I never thought I would see you again.” Then she faced the owner and asked, “Where did you find Max?”
“On my way here, I came across two empty houses,” he answered. “One was your house, the one with Max inside. The other was an old cottage with a little black cat living there.” He expected to see an old lady step forward to claim her kitten, but nobody appeared. Instead, the cat jumped out of the man’s arms and darted toward a thin brown door. It pushed its nose through the opening and raced out. After a moment of silence, a series of meows echoed throughout the building. The man hurried down the hall to find the cat standing on a pile of letters in fine typewriter print. The one on top, however, was familiar. It was the message of the threat to the town from almost a year ago. The owner almost ignored it as he had received plenty of these letters before, but something caught his eye. There was a familiar black pawprint stamped in the corner of the letter, just like the prints found in the cottage with the typewriter and the black cat.
When the owner ran back to the main room, the people were all gone. Confused, he jogged back to the room with the letter, and it was suddenly gone too. All that remained on the desk were pictures of three houses: the owner’s house, the cottage, and the yellow house, each stamped with the same black pawprint. Connecting it all, he realized the cat had been responsible for everything that had happened in the past year. Now the animal was long gone. Perhaps it had moved on to its newest town.
By Audrey Regan
My teacher said,
I’m grade one
That I am not the brightest
She told me “You can’t spell,
School isn’t something you’ll do well.”
I asked my mom if she was right,
“I can talk and read and write.
I just don’t know where vowels go.”
She told me don’t explain when you can show.
Testing, finally my time had come.
I shocked her when I wasn’t dumb.
At long last I’d have my place,
In a reading group that was my pace.
But I didn’t get that spot once more.
My tiny jaw, it hit the floor.
I asked “why,” my head a whirl.
She said, “You’d be the only girl.”
I believe that when I first felt cheated,
Like all my work had been deleted.
My brain meant less because I wore pink,
My curly pigtails meant I couldn’t think?
I think maybe that is why,
I have always felt such a need
To prove myself to the masses.
Why I stopped dressing up and wore my glasses.
I hunkered down and I began
A long, elaborate, revenge plan.
I wrote more than any peer.
My journals filled up every year.
I worked until I became
The kid that doesn’t seem the same.
Because I liked to think and read and write,
But long ago I set my sights.
I’m not great I’ll bluntly say.
But I earned the score I got in May.
I still can’t spell and that won’t stop.
But this is the clearest I’ll see the top.
I’m not so average when I do my best,
I think any teacher would attest.
So, from my seat in AP Loy,
In all the work that I submit
I really hope that you can see
What this subject means to me.
One day I hope I will return,
To the women who left the harshest burn.
She’ll say “Audrey it’s been so long.”
And I will say “You were wrong.”
By Erin Cooney
While many regard National Wildlife Day as no more remarkable than hundreds of other holidays, it is a perfect opportunity to appreciate and protect Georgia’s diverse and engaging wildlife. Whether visiting one of Georgia’s nearly fifty state parks, volunteering, donating, signing a petition, or learning about the vital species that keep our planet prospering, take the time to appreciate wildlife this Labor Day weekend!
For Lassiter students looking for service hours, the following organizations serve as valuable resources and offer opportunities to get involved in our community:
National Wildlife Federation: provides many international and local initiatives to promote wildlife conservation, find an event near you to get involved!
Wildlife Resources Division: Volunteering: Learn about local wildlife resources and volunteer. The Georgia Department of Natural Resources is offering incentives (drum cooler, phone charger, or camping seats) to its volunteers of 50 or more hours.
State Parks and Historic Sites: Visit one of Georgia’s state parks, or attend a local event!
World Wildlife Fund: an international organization that supports the conservation of endangered wildlife, raises awareness about threatened species, and supports policy combating wildlife crime. You can support WWF through donations and adoptions.
By Aiden Mihill
WOODSTOCK – Lassiter kicked off their football season Friday in a 35-16 loss to River Ridge. The defense showed a lot of promise, especially in the first half, while holding the Knights to just seven points. Evan Scherer showed off in the season opener, recovering a fumble and breaking up four passes. The only scores of the first half were on long runs, a sixty-seven yard touchdown scamper for Ahmere Morrison just three plays into the game to give the Knights an early lead and a twenty-five yard run by Jaheem Murray to equalize late in the first.
After a punt-heavy second quarter, the Trojans took a 10-7 lead off a Drew Campbell field goal from forty-one yards out early in the third. The defense forced a long field goal from Santiago Luzardo, which was missed, but a roughing penalty followed by a conduct call brought the Knights within striking distance of the endzone, which they pushed in on a six yard pass by QB Carson Lathem. It was all Knights from there, as they scored three more touchdowns, two from blocked punts, and pulled away for the win.
The major focus point of the win for River Ridge was a dominating performance on special teams. The Knights blocked two punts by Luke O’Malley that resulted in 14 points, and forced a missed fifty yard attempt by Drew Campbell. Lassiter’s head coach Sean Thom had this to say about the poor special teams performance: “It’s gotta get better. You know, we preach, special teams, we lost that special teams battle.” Lassiter hopes to move back to .500 on the year when they play Lambert in the Frank this Friday.
Spectrum– Dr. Bishop informed me that in years past Lassiter’s Gay-Straight Alliance club has had ice cream socials with the GSA clubs at other schools. She also mentioned that members of the club will carpool to pride events together, and that the club is getting ready for their holiday party next week. Aside from these social events, the Spectrum club will have meetings with information lectures about different topics of the LGBTQ+ community. Students in the club can volunteer and present these lectures to their peers in the club.
LOL– Languages of Lassiter is a boisterous club where students come together to enjoy food and music from different cultures and experience these events around the time that they would normally occur. Soon they will be planning the Chinese New Year party with endless plates of Chinese food and music. Club officer Gia Scarmuzzi says “It’s been a lot of fun sharing different cultures with everyone!” Lassiter eagerly awaits the remaining events until the final Cinco de Mayo celebration.
Tri-m– Tri-m is Lassiter’s club that combines the talents of band, orchestra, and chorus for concerts, showcases and more. On the week of the 9th, a group of Tri-m students will be traveling to a senior home and playing for its residents, says President Kylie Boschen. In addition to this, there will be concerts in the future that feature small ensembles of Tri-m students.
Magic Club- The Magic Club is still going strong as the end of first semester approaches! Every Friday morning at 7:30, members gather in Mr. Sanacore’s room to play the challenging magical game consisting of cards and “spells!” Magic Club just received a sponsorship from a local game store, and they are still open to join!
Asian American Association– Mrs. Linner informed me that the Asian American Association’s mission is to, “ share information about the cultures of Asia with the students in the club and the rest of the school. They recently celebrated Diwali, which is a festival of lights, and they have many other events coming up next semester.
DECA– DECA is a leadership based program for future entrepreneurs and business. Over the Thanksgiving break they competed in a seminar and did very well. They also take initiative in helping out with other projects around the school such as passing out Chick-fil-A biscuits in the morning, helping with the school store, and decorating for pink out back in October. They have many competitions coming up next semester and other events.
Learn From Lassiter– Learn From Lassiter is a community service program focused on tutoring younger students. At the end of each semester, Learn from Lassiter throws a party to celebrate all of the students hardwork and dedication to the club and school. When asked what she was most looking forward too in the spring semester, Gabbi Levitt said “We start to get a lot kindergartens and that’s the age I most enjoy”
Student council– The student council is the student government of Lassiter High School and it is compromised of elected student members. They are currently doing Shop With a Trojan where they raise money for families that may not be able to afford to have a holiday. In the spring semester they may hold a matchmaking event around Valentine’s Day.
Model UN– Just before thanksgiving, Model UN had an in house conference to train new members. They’re currently working on a crisis reenactment event that will be held in January at Lassiter.
HOSA– In the last semester, HOSA has made fleece blankets for Must Ministries as well as completing their first, but not last, blood drive of the school year. They are currently working on a toy drive for the holidays and making gingerbread hospitals for their December meeting.
Lassiter Ambassadors– Lassiter Ambassadors is comprised of a group of Lassiter seniors and juniors who visit freshman advisement classes to support them through their high school experience. Their most recent meeting consisted of giving the freshman tips on how to get through finals and study methods.
Interact Club– Interact club is a community service club that participates in local community and school volunteer projects. They have participated in a variety of successful projects this year including a pop tab drive and school supply drive. Officer Sam Thompson says, “This year our most successful project has been collecting Halloween candy from several different elementary schools including Davis and Rocky Mount. We sent over 75 pounds overseas with Soldiers’ Angels! We also have sold metal straws as part of our partnership with Green Club to promote sustainability in the Lassiter community.”
Renaissance Club– Renaissance is a student leadership club that focuses on promoting teamwork and collaboration. This year Lassiter’s Renaissance club has had another successful year with the completion of the annual Renaissance festival. Students and teachers enjoyed a fun day outside enjoying the beautiful weather, eating food and candy, playing games, and hanging out with friends. When asked about how this year has been going, co-president Marissa Odell shared, “This year has been one of the best in Renaissance! I am so proud of how everything has turned out.” Co-president Riley Colaicacovo explained, “I am really proud of the teamwork we have seen so far this year. During and after the festival I was looking for people not contributing, and I couldn’t find a single person.” Make sure to stay tuned to see what else Renaissance accomplishes next semester with the Academic Pep Rally!
UNICEF Club– This year UNICEF has successfully completed their annual Trick or Treat for UNICEF fundraising campaign. Members are given trick or treat boxes in which they try to raise money. For every certain amount of money, UNICEF donates things like bags, soccer balls, and more to impoverished children around the world. President and club founder Neel Iyer says, “I’m happy UNICEF has raised money through Trick-or-treat for UNICEF, and I’m excited that we got approval to sell Pura Vida bracelets for the Yemen crisis later this school year.”