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.