This fall, when a new class of fresh-faced students will have the opportunity to become involved in a multitude of sports, clubs and other extracurriculars. One of these clubs is the Big Sister Little Sister Program, which senior Jessie Gries will leave in the hands of the next leaders and new students.
Gries is the president of the club this school year, and has been a part of the program since she was a freshman.
When thinking of what first drew her to the program, she responded, “I have always loved working with children, so when I heard about Big Sis Little Sis at the beginning of my freshman year, I knew immediately that I wanted to be a part of it.”
The program pairs MND students with a “little sister” aged 6-10 from Reading Hilltop, Reading Central or Winton Hills Academy. The program provides the “little sis’ ” with a strong, positive, female role model and allows the “big sis’” to learn responsibility and growth.
Typically, there is a planned activity once a month, which always takes place on a Saturday. These activities range from Halloween parties at MND to going to the Cincinnati Zoo, and are always a fun time for both parties. Continue reading
Home Economics is a class that teaches skills such as cooking, sewing, household management, maintenance, financial literacy and etiquette. The “Home Ec” class began in the early 1900s, and was originally a class to prepare young women to be homemakers, but can be useful to students even today.
The class began to lose popularity around the late 1980s, and is now rarely found in high-school curriculums.
The Bureau of Labor Statistics states that in 2014, more than 60% of children lived with 2 full-time employed parents. If the parents are too busy working to teach their kids basic life skills, how will they learn these important crafts and techniques? Continue reading
Each day, we see girls walking through the hallways with crutches and a cast, wearing braces and sporting scars from surgeries. It’s pretty obvious; they’ve clearly been injured, and are on the road to recovery. We see their injuries, and empathize with their pain.
But, what about those whose pain is not as easily seen?
Many people, including students in the halls of MND, live with an invisible illness. It’s much less likely for these students to be offered support – emotionally and physically. Instead of asking what we can do to make their lives easier, we often judge and wonder, “Are they faking it?”
If there is no visual proof of an injury, it can’t really be real, right? Continue reading
Standing in front of a building that no longer needed me and halls that I didn’t get enough of, I realized how much things were about to change.
The fear of leaving my safe place is paralyzing,
My feet seem to be cemented to the concrete I stand so firmly on.
How could it already be time for me to leave?
There was so much more to be done,
More to be said,
More to be felt,
More to experience.
I close my eyes tight and wish to go back,
Back to the beginning,
Start it all over,
Do it all again.
I open my eyes, hopeful. Continue reading
Being popular is not all it’s cracked up to be
Living up to standards that are unrealistic
Molding to the ways of those who hold the power
Doing things you don’t necessarily enjoy or want to do
Hanging out with plastic people, living plastic lives, thinking plastic thoughts, doing plastic things
Living in the shadows
Never letting your true colors shine
Always looking to those around you before you formulating opinions
Never standing up for others
Always backing down
Wearing what you’re told is socially acceptable
Saying things that you don’t find funny
But your friends do, so it’s alright
Right? Continue reading
Elizabeth “Bizzy” Volz, freshman, loves to play soccer. She can’t even think of a time in her life when she wasn’t playing the sport.
Soccer is a family affair for the Volz family. Sisters Maddie ’15 and Kenzie ’16 both played for MND and her parents have also participated in the sport.
This year Volz took on the position of outside back / defender on MND’s JV team. She also plays for a club team called Ohio Elite.
Elizabeth Volz’s nickname of Bizzy, is quite fitting for her. It was given to her by a babysitter as not only a play on her name, but also as a way to describe her. Continue reading
Sydney Mukes, senior, has a passion for volleyball. At 6’0, she played outside hitter and was a defense specialist for MND’s State Champion team. She was one of few freshmen that started at the varsity level.
Mukes has been playing volleyball since 4th grade at Saint Margaret of York School in Loveland. Shortly after joining the SMOY team, she also joined Club Hawk and then later changed to another club team called, Elevation where she continues to play now.
Erin McCarthy, senior, played on the team with Mukes. They’ve known each other since the 8th grade, and she has seen her grow stronger and better.
“Sydney demonstrates leadership by communicating on the court and playing with confidence. She brings energy to every practice and match that leads the team to wins. She isn’t just focused on herself, but she cares about every person in the gym and makes us a closer family,” said McCarthy. Continue reading
The varsity volleyball team is state bound for a third consecutive year, competing against Toledo St. Ursula Academy this Friday at Wright State’s Nutter Center.
School Administrators have decided to release students at 11:50 Friday so that fans can travel to the game and support the Cougars.
Students can purchase tickets from the athletic office starting Nov. 10 for $8 and the Final Four T-shirts will be sold for $10 on Nov. 11. Buses will also be available to take students to the game, and for $20 fans will get a spot on the bus, a ticket to the game, and A Chick-Fil-A Sandwich and water bottle. Continue reading
Lost in the world. Lost in my mind. So many to please yet so many denied. So many win but more will lose. I decide and I get farther into this maze. Farther into this trap of a mind. Why is it that what we do matter after all we are just tiny specks of dust in the wind that flow around this universe. Taking a look from outside this world we are like the skill cells that you need to see with a micro scoop or the nucleus of the cell where you need a more powerful one. So why does it matter what we do? Oh gosh why does it matter if we disappoint or deny anyone anything? Why can’t we be fair and equal in this world full of chaos? Now I’m even more lost in this mind of mine. It’s like a maze with no end. No dead ends no way to know if you made the right choice until it’s too late to turn back and the brush has trapped you in until you come to another cross roads. And you have to choose again left or right. Yes or no. win or lose. Love or hate. Stay or move. What do you choose when your lost in your mind? When you’re lost on a giant planet that doesn’t really matter. We are all just tiny nucleus of a skin cell that we can’t really see anyways. So why not make the world full of cause? It’s not like we are good at peace anyways. Why not just live freely. We only get so much time to begin with. Why keep score if it doesn’t really matter in the end. We try to please all and yet deny so many. We are trapped in an infinite maze that just keeps going. After all we are just specks of dust in the wind in an infinite universe. We don’t really matter. There that’s the end of the Maze. To see that what we do doesn’t matter and to just live freely. To live freely as specks of dust. We are like ants crawling from place to place. No one knows where they’re going and yet it seems we all have a destination. A destination where we really don’t want to go. But we as many before have and all will fallow after us. You see we are like each other in that aspect of things. We all die. Just like specs of dust get eroded in the wind to disappear altogether. We are forgotten and yet saved. Throw away like trash and yet kept with the teaser. Is life more valuable than this? Than the world? No. we are worth everything and yet nothing. We are the things you don’t see and yet we make ourselves known to this universe. We run on faith and yet we want logic. You just can’t find all the answers and we never will. Yes or no. win or lose. Fly or fall. The Maze has started again. You think you have found the end just to pounder more. You travel farther into this twisted maze never to see the same wall twice and yet they all look so similar to the last. Eventually they will all just blur together if you don’t stop and study the details of life every once in a while. Just stop and see how the cracks lay together of the wall of the maze known as life. That’s the end of the maze. We need to slow down and look around. And there you go spiraling off into more questions.
Submitted by Creative Writing teacher, Mrs. Kathy Louder, on behalf of Hannah Jones ’17
The hallway outside Service Director, Mr.Forman’s office is unusually quiet, except for the occasional bursts of laughter from the surrounding classrooms, that draw freshman Kelly Taylor’s attention for a second before she turns back with a smile.
For freshman Taylor, this lively environment that MND possesses both in and out of the classroom was pivotal in her decision to come here.
Taylor straightened herself and her eyes lit up as she shared how she had been a part of the Mount Notre Dame community from young age, starting with summer camps in elementary school. Continue reading
Do you hear the screams of others, feel the sweat dripping down your face, rapid heartbeat, and the touch of a stranger on your back?
Halloween is here.
One might not expect a quiet freshman soccer player like Lauren Ritter to have a love of scary things. On the field, she works hard on the front line to score goals, but off the field she likes to experience an adrenaline rush of a different sort, one that comes from overcoming her fears.
Ritter was not always an adrenaline seeking child.
She thoughtfully said, “When I was younger, my brother would have something scary on, and when I walked through the room I would tell him to turn it off. But now I enjoy it.” Continue reading
The halls were a little less rowdy on Wednesday.
This was due to the many students who choose to participate in a national Day of Silence that raises awareness about abortion.
According to the National Right to Life website, there have been more than 55 million abortions in the United States since 1973. However, those numbers have plummeted to the lowest rate ever!
Members of the MND community are hopeful that efforts to bring awareness like this are part of the solution.
This was freshman Shannon Reel’s first time participating in the day.
“They (Unborn) might not have a voice, but I do,” she said. Continue reading
He sat on the cold cement, back pressed up against the cinderblock. His eyes stared listlessly to the hall in front of him. The thoughts in his head were confined, just like him, he hadn’t been able to think about anything other than that night for years. The thoughts were like tumultuous waves, as soon as they would pull back and offer him some reprieve, they came rushing and screaming towards him again, endlessly, endlessly. He hadn’t spoken a word freely to anyone in the many years he’d been in here, not a word since the verdict was handed down, the judge’s gavel hitting the podium like the nail in his coffin. He didn’t dare think about that night. That night that changed and ended his life in the same beat. Too many nights he could feel the guilt that never left like an oppressive heat wave, stealing his breath and crushing his lungs. Too many nights the tears formed an ocean in his cell, his lips silently forming prayers of repentance to his maker with the ground chafing his knees and his cold hands folded together. Too many nights, the cool caress of death was the only thing to look forward to. He wasn’t scared. He was ready. So when the guards came into his room that day, the day that every day before it had been ticking away to like a bomb, he felt nothing. He was as empty as the sky after a storm, as weightless as a feather. He was led into the room, the final doorway he would see, the guard’s hands clenching around his arms the last human contact he would feel, the empty chair the last place he would lay his head. As the restraints were pulled taut around his arms and legs and the cool metal pricked his skin, he thought of the sky, of the ocean, and then nothing.
Submitted by Creative Writing teacher, Mrs. Kathy Louder, on behalf of Megan McDonell ’16