As the end of the year approaches, seniors at Penn Manor may have some worries lingering in the back of their mind when the topic of college is discussed.
“My biggest worry is not being able to go home, you just can’t go home whenever and you have to stay there and survive on your own,” said Peter Horning who plans on attending Liberty University.
According to nwmissori.edu, both students who are going to college and parents have worries. “They (students) are worried that they will disappoint their parents, may not get the best of grades and may not want to major in the area that the family approves of.”
“Not being able to balance the education part of college and my social life is my worry. I am also worried about having to live with somebody else because I can be a messy person and they might not be very happy about that,” said Abby Newport who plan on attending Shippensburg University.
Though some students do feel a need to follow family tradition with alumni colleges, it is important that students do not let this affect their decision, and go where they would like to.
“I’m afraid to be without my mom, dad, and brother because I have been with them for 18 years. Now all the sudden they won’t be there to help me out with things like laundry. I will learn the responsibility to do stuff on my own without having somebody do it for me,” said Alyssa Jahnke.
More common worries pertaining to students, according to Northwest Missouri University, is that they are worried that no one will like them at college because all their friends went to other schools, they are miles away from home and unsure on how to make friends and/ or participate in activities.
“I’ve been friends with some of the same people for 13 years and now it’s going to be weird knowing I am not going to see some of them,” said Liz Lawrence who plans on attending Millersville University.
“I really don’t want to end up switching my major (physics astronomy). I am good at what I want to major in, so I am hoping that doesn’t happen,” said Zach Rayha who plans on attending James Madison University.
If you are unsure what major to pursue when applying to college, there are many online personality quizzes that can be taken in order to help. One example of this online quiz is careerbuilder.com.
Elena Hart who plans on attending Temple University explains finding her classes is one of her biggest worries. “I feel like college campuses are so big and there are so many buildings. I feel like I am going to get lost.”
Taking campus tours is a useful tool to help avoid this situation. Most, if not all college campuses have open houses which provide very useful information and show the layout of a campus.
“My worry is playing lacrosse with girls that are really good. Instead of just having a couple good girls, every good girl is going to be competing for a spot to play. Virginia Tech is really competitive, being in the ACC, so they play all the top teams in the nation,” said senior Maddy Hess who will attend there on a scholarship.
Some students struggle with waking up in the morning and attending school. Some high school students already have this problem but when seniors head off to college, they will be in for a rude awakening.
Chassidy Sowersby a senior at Penn Manor says, “I’m never going to go to class. Not having somebody wake me up and make me go to class is going to be bad.”
Even though there may be an endless list of worries running through the minds of multiple seniors, not only at Penn Manor but other high schools as well, an open mind and a willingness to learn will be the key to a success.
There’s a prince, a ballroom and a bundle of luck. Many teens in Lancaster County may have their fantasy wishes granted with what Penn Manor promoters are calling “the dance party of the year.”
The year of 2011 has had a lot of dance parties, this one, its promoters promise, will be the best one yet.
“I will feel relieved after the party. There is a lot of pressure riding on everything going well. There’s a lot of high expectations and we don’t want to let people down,” said Summy.
Penn Manor students Cheyenne Weber, Marc Summy and Connor Hughes will be hosting the “dance party of the year,” at the Lancaster Convention Center, Saturday April 30, from 8:00 p.m. to 11:30 p.m, doors opening at 7:30 p.m. The show will star a guest who has lyricized his way into Philly’s rap game, know as the “Prince of Philly,” Tayyib Ali.
Over 1,500 people have confirmed their attendance on the party’s Facebook site. Over 100 online tickets have been sold and more than 300 have been sold in person.
When Weber posted his Facebook status that he’d be selling tickets at the mall, he sold 50 tickets in two hours.
“We have a place that holds 2,000 people and we need 800 people to show up in order to break even. Any more people that show up is just a bonus,” said Weber.
That shouldn’t be a problem. The party is becoming the most talked event in schools all around Lancaster county.
“The party’s growing popularity has definitely skyrocketed in the past week, everyday I hear more and more excitement about it. Everyday I hear about a different school finding out about it and it’s spreading like wildfire,” said Summy.
“I’ll be there dude, I’m telling everybody,” said a local to Hughes while posting fliers in Lancaster city.
According to Weber, the event was planned over a month ago and the planning trio “got lucky.”
“We were lucky when it came to booking Ali. Hughes’ friend Jeff Yofray is best friends with Ali, so it wasn’t too hard to book him. We were also lucky in booking the Convention Center because they are always having events,” said Weber.
Tayyib Ali's, "Keystone state of Mind," has become one of his more popular songs
He recalled, “Everything fell into place.”
The dance party-throwing trio is not only providing this event for people to have a good time, but they are doing it to give back to the community.
Matt Mora, a local rapper from Manheim Township will be opening for Ali.
“That’s our way of giving back,” said Weber, noting they are giving a local the chance to show off his budding talents.
This may turn out to be a great experience for everyone going, and it has already been a great and learning experience for the boys.
“It’s been a great business learning experience. I’ve talked to many important people,” said Weber.
“I’ve learned a great deal of responsibility comes along with doing something like this. You need to make sure you don’t get ripped off or taken advantage of just because you’re a kid,” said Summy.
“This party means a lot to me. It proves to kids that we can follow through with our ideas. A lot of kids thought it was a fake event, but no. We’re making it happen,” said Summy.
But the possible worries over a party like this has not escaped the planners.
What if a fight breaks out? Kids show up under the influence and ruin their moment of fame? Or worse, what if Ali doesn’t show up and the people don’t get what they paid for? All concerns that the planners have taken measures to prevent.
“I will feel relieved after the party. There is a lot of pressure riding on everything going well. There’s a lot of high expectations and we don’t want to let people down,” said Summy.
Hughes said the group’s security, liability insurance and the venue has helped ease their worries.
“I’m also frightened that with all these schools coming together that everyone gets along. We don’t want anything bad to happened that would cause us to end the party early. That is my biggest fear,” Summy recalled.
All the boys can do is wait.
If you want to know what happens, come out and have a great time at the LCC Dance Party.
It’s the middle of summer, it’s hot, it’s sunny, only one thing to do…head to the pool.
Millersville Lions Club Pool located on North Prince street right off of Millersville University’s campus was the place to be growing up. What’s better than jumping into the smooth, calm water of a swimming pool when the thermometer is hitting the 90’s?
From an early age my family was enthralled with the pool. My oldest brother and sister always played at the pool in their younger years. Naturally, my middle brother and I were dragged along.
But we always enjoyed it. Everything was so carefree, from waking up and knowing exactly where you were going to spend the better part of your day to the tiny knit bag our mother brought crackers and snacks for us in.
All of it was great, nothing beat the pool.
Every year kids would wonder if they would make any new friends or possibly meet up with the ones that were left behind last August when the pool closed.
Every year kids continued to come back, returning to the pool like a duckling to its mother.
Brandon McCormick
There was always something to do and someone to play with. Whether in the pool, going off the diving board, or playing base runner during the adult swims when they would kick us kids out of the pool for 15 minutes.
Remember base runner, the simplest yet most fun game ever? With a few friends, each kid would run from base to base (which normally were just the wet swim towels of the players) while trying to avoid being pegged with a dripping wet sponge-ball by the person that was “it”.
Even the embarrassing memories of getting yelled at for running on the cement deck by the pool lifeguards stand out in our heads. We all knew we shouldn’t run and the lifeguards had to yell at us, but we continued to ignore the rules of the pool thinking we owned the place.
Then as we continued to grow, splash parties became the next big craze. Splash parties ran from 6 to about 9:30 at night. A DJ was brought in and the lights on the pool were turned on. Everyone who was anyone went to the splash party!
We would go, swim, hangout with some friends and possibly try to create some mischief until the lifeguards caught on to our childish shenanigans.
Then, as we continued to grow and mature, suddenly the pool lost all its wonder. The magic of the pool disappeared.
Less and less people would be there every year. You would show up expecting to see your buddies and leave disappointed at the realization they probably won’t be coming back this summer.
Kids got jobs, found other friends and got other interests until just a small number of souls still remained at the Millersville Pool.
But what truly happened? Did the kids just lose their childhood innocence, thinking only dweebs go to the pool? I doubt it, I think it was the passing of the time. As kids grew so did their interests and they moved on to bigger and better things leaving the poor, lonely pool behind.
Yet for every generation that left, another stepped up in its place.
I’m a lifeguard at the pool now, and I spend the summer seeing the next generation of kids come to love the chilled water of the giant pool.
Though each generation may continue to grow and leave the pool, the good times, the hot days, and the cold water will always leave fond memories in minds of any attendee.
It has been suspected that over the past few years, with the prices of yearbooks increasing, that sales have actually decreased.
But a few facts may prove that theory wrong. Yes, the price has increased to $61 at base, and $85 on distribution day, but the demand seems to be staying at a constant rate.
“Yearbooks are set (this year) at a base price of $61. But the price increases as time goes on,” said three-year yearbook coordinator Doug Anderson, “On the day of distribution, the price of the yearbook increases to $85 which is because of the compensation for what we’ve pre-ordered and sold. If three sell, we only end up paying for the production of one.”
Yearbook prices are showing signs of price increases, but not by very much. Photo by Faith Walauskas
Last year 1150 yearbooks were pre-ordered and that supply had “basically sold out.
“In 2010, they sold out entirely” said Anderson, “Which is better than my first year being in charge of yearbook; we had ordered too many, basing the amount on the year before, and ended up paying for a couple hundred during the pre-order that never ended up selling.”
Yearbook orders are placed in the beginning of February, and after that you can either order one on the Jostens website, which stay up until distribution day, or you could buy one straight from Anderson for the increased price.
“Last year, 963 copies were sold though Jostens,” said Anderson “and then about 50 were sold on distribution day. They’re either sold through them or us.”
As of right now, 903 of the 1050 yearbooks ordered this year have been sold, which will only make 122 available on distribution day for anyone who hasn’t bought one but would like to.
When it comes to the raising of prices, it should be understood that in 2008 and 2009, the base price of a yearbook was $59, and 2010’s base was $61, only a two dollar difference.
“Production prices went up over the past few years,” said Anderson “one of the reasons why we’ve raised the price some.”
The Academy of Football has come to Penn Manor. Head football coach Todd Mealy has an upcoming program to teach some special interns the essential things about being a part of a football team.
“We are teachers first,” said Todd Mealy, when explaining in detail the nooks and crannies of being a football coach.
“Every coach on the staff has had someone to look after them at some point. Starting young has given me opportunities,” Said Mealy who began head coaching at 27 years old.
Coach Todd Mealy is looking for dedicated interns.
“One thing we (the coaches) learned with the exception of one year (2009), the players have been very green (inexperienced).” said Mealy.
This program can evolve to more than just a coaching future for these interns but turn them into professionals when it comes to being a businessman or businesswoman, according to Mealy.
Not only will this academy teach the interns the ins and outs of football but it will teach them many skills needed in life and for future jobs. They will learn organization, time management, responsibility, leadership skills in both conducting a football team and in daily life.
Interns will learn to conduct practices, motivate teens, manage the football website and film games and practices.
Having interns will free up times for coaches who may have other priorities in life like a family. Local students without family responsibilities are most likely to apply.
“The need to have patience, an open schedule and flexibility,” said Mealy.
This internship opportunity is offered to everyone, high school students, college students and parents. Both men and women are welcome to apply but the two most dependable interns will be selected. This will be based off of flexibility, commitment and references.
Applicants will be picked by May 16.
“We would be very proud to have a woman involved in the program,” said Mealy who mentioned Natalie Randolf who coaches at Calvin Coolidge High in Washington D.C.
As of now, no one from Penn Manor has applied but Penn Manor has had its share of alumni that have come back to volunteer. Mr. Eck, a history teacher at Penn Manor has been involved with the team. Zach Fisher and Micheal Trier, graduates from Penn Manor have both helped out volunteering.
“We want the football program to inspire,” said Mealy.
If interested, applicants should email Mealy at todd.mealy@pennmanor.net.
I’m Dessie’s little brother. That is how I am known to people I first meet. I am always in the giant shadow of my very small sister who is, and it pains me to say, “perfect.”
Good grades, musical talent, lead in the play, student council, prom queen, homecoming court and artist extraordinaire. Seemingly the perfect student, daughter, sister and classmate. I have never witnessed it, but there’s a good possibility that she can fly. How am I supposed to compete with Super Sister when there is only so much time in one day?
Jay Jackson. Photo credit by Blake Wales.
Walking into Marticville Middle for the first day of school, I immediately was asked by all seven of my teachers if I was “Dessie’s little brother.” Their faces crumbled as they all rambled on and on about how she is such a good kid and that I have expectations to live up to in their class. This problem haunts me to this day, being asked by my teachers, substitutes or random students in the hall if I am as “good” as Dessie.
She also knows everybody in Lancaster from all ages and cliques, it seems. Now she attends Temple to extend her shadow even further. There’s another place I can’t go unless I want to be compared to the “perfect one.” There is no end to her success no matter what she does.
But I am here to tell you that Dessie Jackson is not perfect.
She is terrible at math, a horrible morning person and most of all has an explosive anger, which she primarily takes out her little brother.
Mostly unwarranted, she screams, whines and even hits. People don’t know this, but she can be extremely difficult and just flat out mean. Maybe this is why I tell my mom lies about my sister in an attempt to bring her down even though they are not true.
Dessie Jackson, the super sister.
I tell my parents I suspect my sister is a drug dealer but my mom knows better than to believe such an outrageous accusation.
I may not be able to compete with super sister, but I can try to bring her down. Hopefully that will work.
And then someday, maybe, someone will ask her if she is Jay’s big sister.
Well if you wanted drama and excitement you got it in this year’s 2011 National Hockey League playoffs.
From the start of the playoffs, there was vocal abuse between teams even before the drop of the puck. So far there has been hard hitting fantastic moves and a whole lot of drama, with overtime games and surprising upsets, as well as some questionable hits from game to game.
So far the teams from the east that have moved on are the Washington Capitals and the Philadelphia Flyers. The teams that have moved on from the west are the Vancouver Canucks, Detroit Red Wings, Nashville Predators, and the San Jose Sharks. Still undecided from the Eastern conference are Pittsburgh Penguins, Tampa Bay Lightning, Montreal Canadiens and the Boston Bruins.
So far the playoff points leader is Michael Cammalleri of the Montreal Canadiens, with Claude Giroux of the Philadelphia Flyers tied for the points lead.
The second round of the playoffs were set with a Boston Bruins win 4-3 in overtime and a Tampa Bay victory over the Pittsburgh Penguins 1-0 off of a Sean Bergenheim goal.
It all started in eighth grade. Up until this point in my life, my only worries were playing soccer with my friends after school and making sure I didn’t wear the same underwear two days in a row.
On a cold winter afternoon I decided to stay after school with my friends to watch the girls basketball game. As I walked into the gym, I couldn’t miss her long brown hair and crystal blue eyes, she stuck out like a beautiful rose in a garden full of weeds.
Every time she passed and dribbled the ball, she reminded me of Michael Jordan. She did everything with perfection. After the game I couldn’t resist the urge to talk to her, but as I approached her my legs became weak and my mind went blank. As she walked out the door all I could muster was an awkward “hello.”
From that moment on I was on a mission. I needed to meet this fine specimen. At first, girls on the basketball team evaded my questions. Then, one day her friend came up to me, told me her name and gave me her phone number. Being 13 years old made communication difficult. My parents felt that texting was unnecessary and my younger sister had a bad habit of listening in on my phone calls. After weeks of persistent bothering and nagging, my parents finally gave in and bought me a cell phone. It was fully equipped with a measly 300 minutes a month and no texting.
Suddenly, girls basketball games were becoming a lot more interesting than they ever had. Every time I saw her my heart fluttered. My hands began to sweat. All I wanted to do was talk to her, but I couldn’t. Eventually I had to man up and do it. So at the boys basketball game I sat beside her. I was terrified and awkwardly sat there in silence. After a minute or two of speechlessness she finally broke the ice. ” So are you ever gonna call me?” she said. I sat there stunned but very relieved. We talked the rest of the night and the next night she called me after school.
It was love that helped me get over my fear of the female society. A few days later, I asked her to date me and obviously she said yes. I mean, look at me. I was the happiest guy in the world. The next six days were amazing. We talked every night and made plans to hang out. The seventh day, however, was not the same. I was supposed to meet her at the high school basketball game. I took a shower, put on way too much of my dad’s cologne and even combed my hair. I was lookin’ fresh when I walked into the gym that night. As I searched for my prize in the crowd, I felt like I was on top of the world, but then I saw her. She was sitting against the wall, seven rows up, holding hands with another guy. I was crushed. I went up and tried to talk to her about the situation, but nothing I said could cover up the truth. We were done. She found somebody else. I suspected right then that this was the start of a long, painful road.
My girl problems had began.
After surviving two hot, painful weeks of soccer tryouts, I was ready to let the world know I was a man. I’m not a kid anymore. Middle school is in my past and so is the dumb drama that comes with it. The first day of high school is a day I will never forget. As I walked in the doors I felt like I was dreaming. Beautiful women were all around me and I was on cloud nine. Then I was rudely awakened from my fantasy world by being slammed into the wall by a tall, muscular upperclassman.
But sports have a way of evening things out in high school. As the soccer season began, I was quite the chick magnet. I sat on the bench like a boss.
When I did get in, good things rarely happened. Like the time I missed a completely open net, five feet out. Or the time I was valiantly chasing the ball, trying to keep it in and fell over the bench. This added to the list of reasons why I began to call the bench “home.”
The only positive side of my misery was that I could check out girls in the stands every game. My bench mates and I would always try to find the prettiest girl at every game. We would always joke about talking to her when we found her, but none of us would be up to the challenge. From time to time, girls from the field hockey team would come watch our games. There was one girl that my teammates and I all agreed upon was the most beautiful girl that ever came to our games. Every so often I would see her at school and I actually had the confidence to say hi to her. We became good friends and I thought that she liked me a lot. I told all my friends about her and they convinced me into asking her to homecoming. The next day I was walking with her in the hall and decided to pop the question. As I stood beside her in wait of her response, it was obvious things were going to take a turn for the worst.
“Ew, are you serious?” she said with a disgusted look on her face. I felt like the biggest loser in the world that day. After school, all of my friends at soccer were waiting to hear the news. The reaction of my fellow athletes almost brought tears to my eyes. Everybody was on my case about it and it made me feel horrible.
The next year when homecoming came around, I didn’t even think about asking anybody to go. I went almost my whole sophomore year without being really interested in girls at all. I found out, however, that when spring is in the air, love is there as well.
Bryan Buckius is hoping for many of these moments in the future. Photo by Blake Wales
It was mid-April and volleyball season was in full swing. Most Saturdays meant practice early in the morning, and then the rest of the day I would usually go fishing with my best friend. This Saturday, however, was not like the others. Practice was canceled for that morning and my friend said he couldn’t go fishing. Going a day without my best friend was too much for me to handle, so after a lot of bribing and convincing, his mom said I could go to the family reunion with them. Like any other reunion, there was a lot of food, but at this one there were also some pretty good looking girls. One of these goddesses was obviously staring at me while I was swimming in the pool. I wanted to get to know her better but based on my past experiences with girls I didn’t feel like being hurt again. My friend told me she was different and got her number for me. I texted her for about a week and we both wanted to hang out, so I asked her if she wanted to go with me to the Spring Fling at Penn Manor.
We met after school on that Friday and from the start we hit it off. As we walked together I manned up and held her hand. All night we held hands and then the moment of truth came. Every year the fireworks show is also a time to find somebody to make out with. As the fireworks went off I became increasingly nervous. I tried not to make eye contact, but it was obvious she was giving me the look. For those of you who have gotten the look sometime in your life, it’s obvious what I’m talking about. Up until this moment, I had never kissed a girl before and I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked at her and leaned in, but as I puckered up I almost missed her face completely. It was a complete failure. I was so worried and embarrassed about what had just happened, but she still had a smile on her face. I proceeded to ask her out that night and then I went home and made it Facebook official.
We dated for nine months and for the first five it was amazing. Throughout the summer we hung out everyday and when school came around things seemed to be going very well. I felt I would at least have a date for homecoming. Once again, things didn’t go as planned. It was about two weeks before homecoming and I was so excited to go with her to the dance. My friend was having people over to her house for dinner and pictures before the dance and I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go. She said it would be no problem so I had my friend pencil us in for dinner. The next week went on without any major dilemmas and everything seemed alright, but then my girlfriend called and said she was going to another friends house instead. I was beyond angry. When I asked her about getting our pictures taken, she said that she didn’t want her pictures taken with me and that she would meet me at the dance. We got into a huge fight and broke up two days before homecoming. My girl problems were continuing to worsen.
It was awkward at homecoming when she asked me to dance. I felt obligated to show her my moves on the dance floor. We talked and decided that we would take a break for a few weeks and start dating again. When those three weeks of freedom were finally done, my fun was gone as well. Every aspect of my life was controlled. From who I hang out with to who I sat with I lunch, I was being monitored like a convict. I put up with this for about two months until I found out a hidden secret. My “better half” was talking to quite a few other men and I was clueless. When she left her phone at my house, I didn’t intend to be nosy, but the constant vibrating made me curious. It was other guys asking her to hang out. As hard as it was for me to do, I had to end the relationship for good.
Homecoming came around again in my senior year and I got ditched by my date the week before. With all the beautiful girls taken I didn’t know what to do. My friend from work hooked me up with her friend and we had a great time. With blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, she was definitely my type. Being the gentleman that I am, I took her out to lunch a week or so after our love was first sparked. Chili’s was the restaurant of choice on this sunny Sunday afternoon and everything was going great. The food was amazing and we held a quality conversation the whole time we were together. After I paid the bill, the dark side of my beautiful date was quickly revealed. I really liked her a lot and I thought she liked me too. I thought wrong.
“Thanks for paying for lunch, but I only like you as a friend,” she said. These words hit me like a gunshot. I was crushed as she drove away in her green mini van. How do I always get played like this? I was hoping things would soon change.
Prom was the next big social event on my calender and I wanted to make sure I had a date way in advance. Being the romantic young man that I am, I felt obligated to do something creative for the girl lucky enough to join me at prom. I picked one out of the herd and spoke with the school police to set up a time to ask her. The next morning he called her down to the office and made it seem like she was in trouble. As she sat there with tears welling up in her eyes and a million thoughts going through her mind, I walked in with six beautiful, red roses and asked her to go with me to prom. She said yes and I was free of the stress of finding a date.
The way everything was happening was like reading a fairy tale, but at the end of most fairy tales there is a tragedy. This tragedy came in the form of a jealous ex boyfriend who wanted her back. They began to talk and she put me on the back burner for quite some time. The fact that a ticket to prom cost $35 dollars meant nothing to her, but to me it was a big deal. I didn’t want to waste my hard-earned money on somebody who doesn’t even talk to me. Prom was off and I was dateless. As I searched for another girl, I became very stressed. I did however realize that a good friend of mine was without a date. I asked her if she wanted to go with me and she said yes.
Is this the end of my disappointment or just another chapter in my book full of broken hearts? Hopefully things will work out as planned and my streak of bad luck will be over. If not, I have a box of tissues ready to wipe away my tears.
By Spencer Barnett, Lizzie Pflumm, Alex Geli and Kendal Phillips –
Take cover Penn Manor- severe weather has hit.
The National Weather Service conducted a tornado warning for South central PA. Penn Manor students and faculty were guided to designated areas for two severe weather drills Thursday morning.
The first drill was a tornado warning, starting at 8:50 a.m. Students were told to remain in their block one class and sit along the wall. The second severe weather announcement was made at 9:40 a.m.
Severe weather radar images. Courtesy of National Weather Service
The high school building didn’t experience severe damage from the storm but water leaked in several spots including the girls locker room in the old and new gym, the benches behind the auditorium and the band room.
Students in classrooms on the second floor were evacuated to lower rooms such as the faculty room in the cafeteria, the chorus room in the music department and the foreign language was moved to the weight room.
Photos by Kendal Phillips and Alex Geli:
Severe weather radar images. Courtesy of National Weather Service
Eric Howe, the dean of students, said the drills went smoothly.
“I think the students and staff need to be commended for how well everyone buckled down and cooperated,” said Howe. “Normally it starts with phase one, where you shut the windows and blinds, but this time we had to enter right into phase two.”
Moving at vicious speeds,winds reached 50-70 mph and the tornado warning covered many townships across Lancaster County.
Principal Phil Gale said the school responded to the severe weather alert as expected.
“I think it went well, especially the second time after already having one practice,” said Gale.
According to the National Weather Service in State College, Pa., the tornado warnings were issued for Willow Street and Millersville at 8:55 a.m., Strasburg around 9:00 a.m., Leola and Paradise at 9:05 a.m. and New Holland and Akron around 9:10 a.m.
According to WGAL, a tornado warning was issued for the Holtwood area at 9:50 a.m.
The Palmyra School District has closed all schools. A Palmyra middle school’s lunch food transport truck reportedly overturned in the parking lot. Wordsworth School in Harrisburg, the Palmyra public library and Juniata County school districts both closed also, because of the severe weather.
The “Take Our Daughters To Work” program was founded by Gloria Steinem and the Ms. Foundation for Women in 1993. It was changed to both sons and daughter in 2000.
Haley Astheimer came to school with her mother, Holly, Thursday. Photo by Brandon Bowers
Several teachers at Penn Manor celebrated The national “Take Our Child to Work” day Thursday by bringing their offspring to class. The kids got to watch their parents’ classroom experiences – even a severe weather drill.
Trey and Ty, social studies teacher John Erisman’s two younger sons, accompanied their dad on the special day.
“They are helping with handing out the students’ tests,” said Erisman. “They will not be doing any grading or looking over any handed-in work the students give me.”
“Their big thrill of the day is I am taking them down to lunch, and they want to sit with some students to eat,” Erisman added.
The boys may not look like typical high school students but, with their dad with them, they may even make a few older friends.
John Erisman brought his sons to work with him during "Take Your Child to Work Day." Photo by Brandon Bowers
Hayley Astheimer, English teacher Holly Astheimer’s daughter also came to work with her mom Thursday.
“I love it so far,” said Hayley.
“Well we don’t want anymore weather drills,” said Hayley’s mom. “Hayley has helped with vocab and has read a book so far. We also plan to go to the library later.”
“We are going to be getting lunch here but we are going to be coming back to my room and having lunch with one of the other teachers who brought in their kid as well,” said Holly Astheimer.
