Elec-Tit-All - Flash Forward to 4th time Choosers - A Hoosier Tale

So onward as Sidnee Seward Savage ups and announces this years contested Counts and Countesses: Saurnald Dundst opposite Her Loyalty II --- Tillie "Homestead" McCloan. Tsk...tsk...tsk. Four years and a league of distance. 20,00 beneath. Drowned 'n' ousted. If anywolf of my Many told me four years ago that our next regents would have come from barmned farm, I would have elected to get a new batch to go numb by.

Out of frame: This year's volunteer for conduction: S.S. Savage.
Pictured: Donnei Dainste of the last several Campaign Trains...No relation. 

"These numbers must be wrong," an utter. "When on Earth was this possible!" "This was possible?"

Cries like these any many others retroactive and unleashed with primetime insight. Though, what would a vision be if we had an all-scope advantage? Void.

But now that we can see into out unfettered and yet-to-be-blazed, we can go on with an educated decision: Our parties worked against us. Somethings we don't know have a way of learning to hurt us. Dominican candidate Saurnald Dundst kicked up a helluva of a Dundststorm this month with purported pleas of ponyin'... alleged. Hearsay pony-toying is something of a frownedupon. Most America and student wholf-body can attest: Pony who lets you, but never be the Ponyer Unwarrant. Undermined and underprivileged, Saurnald remarks these words came from him in a un-dark time. A time when pony hosing was all but smiled up. But to leave american whims in the hands of a scrimmler...unwise. Scrimmling has got a lot of a names, a rose by any other but always the same. Saurnald promises to revert American alignments to earlier ancest'.

This plays out exactly like we'll expect: four years basic enonomic flait. Utterly surprising to most, a quick fix by Saurnald will prove fixèd, see. See, all the pointers and ex-ponyers cite these small bursts as proof of rightful perch. But not so - Saurnald takes back an effort, everything once said. Nullified by one dull guy! So the bursts will pop and furt, further, they'll cave in on American creeks. Made wider by the want of more, American will lose ten shores. Sealevel in jeopard, we've lost our American Almighty....

And American Almighty than who other to lead us to our infamous othersider? American Almighty, or as her family prefers, Tillie McCloan, has been in America entrenched for at least a hefty dozen. "Something about her stride, her timely(s), it leaves a man begging! I can believe for a second that American Almighty has it. Has it in the bag, my country!" remarks her newly-beguiled Bennie McCloan Guitterez. Bennie has seen the best, not worst, of his saintly McDaint. Tillie can be trusted on account of his, and most, American ci(ti)z(ens)...ciz for short.

Bennie's remarks parallel those voiced in new Raul court. Neural court acts to inspect of floss over a quick once over any suspect-densters. Tillie has had one heckuva. Soiled and out, she's rejoined time and tiem again to buck heads and level the stead. Homesteading her capital name, Tillie "Homestead" McCloan wants American traits...again!

Electoral specter "Homestead" Tillie actually campaigned. "Make American Traits...Again!" can be echoed, echoed,  and re-eck'd for at least the duration. Maybe? More? Less.

 "The specter...inspect her!" can be heard loosed from the lips of her number any enemy. Saurnald Dundst, eternal colonel of all things dainty, famously loosed this and many any(s) from out the hatch. His hatch opened upon debate, anti-onlies screened through TV, and web campaigning that left her draining. To empty out the hollow heavies unleashed by Saurnald, Tillie underwent medicated extra-care. Politcal flinging is something of a sport of the McCloan Entity™ Both Ben and Til, AmeriVets at heart, come out as nameless tamed-less. The wild American odd couple can't catch a break! 

Citizen Saurnald has no strange affiliation with what is and is-to-be flung. Here goes: Saurnald actually came clean as a courty. A courty, for those who bleed refreshers, is a campaign drainer that only says what's to be spoken. In a way, Saurnald actually ties in close third with Schaefer for a hot spot on the Bench for Shame. Saurnald and in Series...quite a ring to it don't you think? In parallel, he'll end up well. we can hope for a last minute realign!

Saurnal Dundst: American Onlyman and utter father to us all - he would have you think. But to let a dad into your life this late in the game? It'll take a petty miracle. Petty cash to cry for.

Saurnald, if you're even out there, please hear or plea: America needs a nutter, not a neuter. Neutrality is no "To Die For"... Either brings us up-to, or let us drown. No inbetweeno. 

This goes doubly for Tillie. Leave us alone or bring us on home. No Half-Way homestead. We Want you, "Homestead" McCloan, Tillie, to be the namesake snake we could have always counted on...and around. 

Onward to the polling dock, my wolves. American wolves only.

Disservice: The Nile Comes Near - A Cataract Toward Heaven

What can be named as a site that tugs no more than others? Can it be so easily named a single guilty pleasure beyond those not yet known? Guilty may be a stretch, but one things can be confirmed: kids (Niles-variety, namely) can't help but skith everything they lay eye on. Children will be hounds, and there are a plothy of reasons why they should be applauded sooner than shunned. One man feels to reveal.

Challenger Chudtster claims to have seen inthropy at its peak. Student-wide decisions are not an unseen force.

Challenger Chudtster, self proclaimed School-Scamp has keenly observed student behavior. In his past six years spent analyzing, eccentric behavior has proven a threshold. He can see why though. In one such example, local-teen Scoathe Groe was accused of greening. Upon closer inspection, Groe was simply refusing opposition forces from the Boys' Backling team, who had previously forced his cooperation to uncontested levels. Chudtster's take? "Boys can be bit." He continued:

"Today, picking targets can be a task undaunted. A far cry from the schooling of, say, thirty or so years on top, students today have a natural inclination to be freed. What Groe had committed was no more than nautical defense."

Localman Scoathe Groe, seen today. After unfit designation to Upton Penitentiary, he  has lost all sense of vision and consciousness  His tale tragic, his woes unnumbered. What treatment is this for innocence? Scathing.

Other students have seen far punish't than Groe. Some are mounted on-site. Casualties loom over 13 men scathed, yet beloved-count spirals to over 67 souls.

Chudster plans on initiating an Awareness-Night to help display troubled youth. 

"These kids deserve something. If I'm the one to give it to them, then so be it. I'm not above that. But I hope that in three years, I too should be counted among their ranks."

Until then, All hope is left on a whim. 

A handful of the scouts responsible for the recent outbursts in  Awareness. They will be sorely forgotten.

On a higher note, some students are fortunately coming in clean. The two that have already been claimed will remain anonymous, for the sake of spirituali. One thing remains certain, though. Wandering can backfire, through the days of intention or by any other means.

Lunch-Lane: That Independence

In an all time event for the school, kids were stepping up; first time. The new cafeteria supporter has been pressed with a-charge-a-plenty, not limited to (yet inclusive): nasty snacks, gross greens, little-lates, and above all, consistency. Nine students out of the alleged ten were deemed "gleaned out" with what the school had accomplished. The current portion provider, under the alias Lunch-Lane, has had a a shadow of a doubt. 

Lunch-Lane's self-appointed faculty. Are these goons in charge?

 With the current state of the school's work in compromise, Lunch-Lane execs have demonstrated no compassion (one fear too many to bear). Tomfoolery abrew in the kitchen, the quality of foodstuffs is completely indicative. Sophomore Toanne Roal has had it up to here:

"When I enlisted on the class, I expected minimum rations, not even less! To think these greens and grains would keep me afloat, oh, I couldn't see it. Not here," questions Roal.

Other students continued in speculation. One popular theory abounds, with Goette Hadsornve helming their project.

"Simply put, we see it. Where do you think the members will be getting their provision? The class-room? Cafeteria? Guess again. With funds amassed, some say $13,000 in savings, these men will be up to the nose with treats. Where are there any for the meddling-class? I smell rat," shrieks Hadsornve.

Artists' depiction of the alleged feast. Imbalances clearly seen.

Freshmen can't complain; they've never had it quite so good. Some are pleased, other share their mixed-motion, stance and all. Tuesday saw one of the schools biggest developments in pro-bough activism. Students, freshmen in specific, were up to their old tricks. They replaced their desires with deeds, and 82% of students were in their gracious grooms.

These boys, girl included, were glad.

Not all is lost.

Some Teenagers: A Student Sees

Walk down the halls, no one can miss the chaos. There are four-floors aplenty, kids bewinlering every which way. The few times to stop to catch up are met with dual demise.

The culprit? Non-age temptation. What student has, hasn't, or ever will be seen alust? Almost all, that's what. Teachers were keen to redeem their lovely-lattlers, but ten efforts out of the fourteen predicted have ended in an unloven tragedy. Anti-suckling informationals decorate the halls, in an unfit fate of gallants versus wits. Junior Huennie Dunt has been a victim:

Dunt reminisces. A star brought through shambles, a victory unknown.

"I guess I let me get the best of him. He surely asked me for it, lest I be made a fool. I didn't what I thought was wise, but my past always had a way to reclaim my unwrought desires? Unlikely. I got carried away"
Every teenaged can at this point claim undecisive attempts. It's a pity, but all part of the same circle: once together, never so better.

The Cheegue Squad: A Club of Delight.  Left-right: Behnra Bunner,  Linuella Creng, Teegi Griep, Edtsie Froiter,  Jeaust Lunelle, and Glan Shoarter. -All great students with greater promises, now reduced to mere love-lords.  When might the virus hit?

Other developments yet ensue. Students now retain courage to proceed student-teacher legislation. When the documents gets pulled, students can yet again claim the lives of most, staff unbarred. With dwindling figures, a full-on teacher re-license doesn't look out of the question.

Information & posters were spread across tables, daily.

Today, a student, tomorrow, a teacher. The emotional discomfort attributed toward sexuals was surprising. Everywest can relate. 

Questions of Practice - AN Outside Opinion

This past week, as many known. Whistmas rings around, a full bell of gifts in tow. No wolf hadn't observed the festivities; candy, games, and drink. Vikings, as expected on the native day, were dressed. Cold games commenced, with skittball, snow-slip, and sledding thrown in the mix. Truly a season to exclude hard feelings and pittance, all preformations of fear and foe were ignored.

Ice-Games was sadly cut short. WeanTeam - The Club for Pairing took no empty opportunity to shift focus to themselves.

After game followed feast. No wolf unturned, they heartily dug-in, dug-on. Even rivals wouldn't resist. They were no match. As expected they did turn. No matter, through wolf, as a brimming belly was more than enough.

West-spawn and other mateys enjoy the hearty Whestmesre Feast.

Not all the same compassion was felt among others. Some of the pack, our very own, make the minority. These wolfs, the neonatural agenda, feel a certain disconchante with the celebration.

"Not all wolf was brought up equal circumstance," plead Teunna Tinlen, champion of RightsSquad - A Group Unmanned. "These men and girls were raised to believe, in one smattering of oath, that only Whestmes can save. I was here to break that notion."

And hers, unfortunately, was spot-on. Another groupmate, Creane Hust claims to glow similar thought.

Hust, contemporary classman chair, did not seek approval. He spoke untouned, and his laugh will be missed by most.

"Hundreds upon thousands. What does this number invoke? Many wolfs are coy, shy, and unprepared to announce their own, yet simply beneath them, treachery exacted upon their faith. Can they stand up? Sure. But the hard truth is that they always might."

Whestmastre, an original tradition, faces peril. 

Words like these have aroused even the stiffest administration. New policies, recently decreed, will work against these scares.

Our Voice: Choice - 2012

Dalaic Ulmaan poses for the new office.

Electday 2012 wrung around the corner, this year, of little consequence. 2012 was set to be the year in, and for the first time in our history, His Recency the President Ulmaan won twice. This marks the second instance of pro-involvement, with some kids' open opt. Up against the fiercest competition, NileNews got up closest to the stars.These candidates needed desperate looks. We came prepared. Out of thirty high schools chosen, we made fifth. Proves our fears can come close, but we fight closest. Though most students wished a different turn, most were pleased.

Front-runner and local competitor Candidate Claustre, poster of the up-and-coming Peany-Party recalls his loss:

Candidate Claustre stands tall among two.

"This wasn't. He wants. I could tell already this wasn't a dream, this was true. Here's to another year with our newest," recalls Claustre.

Not all were upset. Second on the race were our very own Leutla Hiner and Teelie Gund. These two, as we remembered, represented the Pusker-Party. Nearly first, the two couldn't be thrilled. Proponents of realigalization, the two may never see the light of it. Thus ends an era. They made no comment.

Candidates Leutla Hiner and Teelie Gund show some spirit.

Niles set up its only ops, where students can voice it all their own. Global Club set up eighteen pools for eighteen lucky students. These will be our votes. For one time in history, we can control our time. Students from all grades wanted any participation, though all but two joined on. Students lined back-to-back in a fit of madness for their candidates, three of which by all means appeared.

One freshman, Fainn Brell, recalled the strife. "They sort of just left what you'd expect. I was left nearly lost, and I had help. I gladly voiced." 

Brell was coincidentally lost, and in a fit of patience, the class donated fourteen to his inevitable search and capture. In his remembrance, Niles was prepared to help out the struggling-sort, in an oddball attempt to gain popular support. 

Witness-based prediction of who Brell may now be.

"Such a thing nearly seen! I won't believe," remembers superintendent Buenser. "A youth, taken short, all for what? An election? I can't see why."  He happily donated.

In all, an eventful elect. No student discontent, this year has proven just what a little spirit may go a long way.

The Hunt: Seniors' Class

This time of year, we like it no other. Comes seniors aplenty and they know what we're in for.

Some have already initiated concern, others [slightly] behind. School students all around (wolf-unexclusive) can realize which new direction. A fourteen-fee was required by most, yet many have done so. In regards to the newest developments, some students are left behind.

Jeunior Gleedla Huorseur likes to share.

Senior Biesk Barber does too:

"I haven't realized it. These classmates begun anew, and trampled for show. I'd like to stop it, but I still don't see the reason I would have left my best family behind for. It's like they are having us in brand new areas of experimentation, and I'm just finding its voice."

Left-right: Bienna & kid-sister Biesk Barber shine college readiness

We ask what he says to his class.
"It's really up to the rest," responds Biesk.

Teachers have been knelt the worst, left only three day lapse. Some forget their students, others worse. Three casualties confirmed, has the deans list in a panic. This tops last year's count by nearly three students. Causes not yet yet divulged, though some have their theory.

"I think I detected fowl. Teachers have been known to excite their class, though none so much as here. We'll have to wait and see? I don't believe." comments freshman Dein Louts.

Only time will unravel the deepest mystery. In the meantime, students are advised to feel shame for their peers. Luckily some great resources greet students almost daily. Seniors can opt for Class-Pass: A Group which has had unprecedented result for getting some students college bound.

In a mad case of love, some students showed no interest on their teacher and turned to more desperate desires. These fared the best, with little to all comprehension on the Standard Test. They will be moving onto college. Among them were Trensel Bunder, Griggue Hasste, and Benny Tulsey. They have granted full degrees to one of eight chosen guests and perished duly after.

Three seniors: Trensel Bunder, Griggue Hasste, and Benny Tulsey  on college, shortly missed soon after.

The best advice they give was as follows:

• Be only you.
• Get to our class.
• Don't realize what I won't do.

In their memory, West hopes to pay for all students and tuition. Until further noticed, all clubs will be lost in an effort to bring the budget. Faculty wished you a lucky search.