Archive for April 5th, 2018

Final production of the year takes the stage

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

By Jack Greenwood
Staff writer

“21 Guns,” “Wake me up when September Ends,” “Holiday,” are just some of the legendary Green Day songs incorporated into the stage musical, “American Idiot”, which will round out a strong year for Hutchinson Community College’s theatre department.
The musical follows the self proclaimed “Jesus of Suburbia,” Johnny, in his quest to escape the suburban life, with his two buddies, Will and Tunny. However, after leaving the city, Johnny finds himself in a passionate affair with a rebellious woman only known in the show as ‘Whatsername’.
Shortly after, Johnny conjures up a troubling alter ego in St. Jimmy, who encourages drug use and damages Johnny’s relationship.
The musical uses music from two of Green Day’s albums: “American Idiot” and “21st Century Breakdown”. It debuted on Broadway in 2009 and was nominated for three Tony awards, including Best Musical. Throughout its original run, lead singer of Green Day, Billie Joe Armstrong, would play the character St. Jimmy.
The show contains sensitive material including drugs, military propaganda and sex, among others. The cast didn’t hesitate to take on these subjects and prepared to do the story justice.
The show is high energy and physically demanding. At times, the cast sings while performing extreme choreography. To prepare, the cast did cardio and endurance workouts for part of their rehearsals.
The musical finishes out an impressive year for HutchCC theatre, with previous successful productions in September and November with “Gruesome Playground Injuries” and “The Importance of Being Earnest”.
The show runs April 12-14 at Stringer Fine Arts Center, starting at 7:30 p.m. Students and faculty can get in free with an ID but are advised to reserve tickets ahead of time.

Over before it started: How I spent my spring break

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

The wonderful week of spring break has come to an end, and, to be honest with you, I miss it.

I am sure you’re expecting some type of story about going on vacation, but you will not get that from me, because I stayed in Kingman and worked. It wasn’t eventful at all, but it was nice being able to sleep in and get a few more extra hours at work.

I wish I took more advantage of the week to spend time with my friends, but break didn’t really mean break when you have a ton of homework to do (I may or may not have pushed it off to the last moment).

I was going to catch up on my reading, but I refused to miss out on binge watching “A Series of Unfortunate Events”, which then led me to think of Brenna Eller in the hopes she was able to avoid any potential issues on her spring break.

My nights were spent staying up way too late, causing me to be super tired the next day. Thankfully, I work in the evenings, so it didn’t affect my work performance.

I also took advantage of the break to rearrange my room for maybe the 10th time. I don’t know about you, but I enjoy change from time to time. Plus, I have a much better set up.

But enough about my room. I also got a new phone.  No more cracked, green glitch, slow working piece of garbage.

The break went by way too fast. We only have about five or six weeks left, and then it will be the end of another semester, which means spending summer nights with the people we care about most.

Emma Cox is Kingman freshman in journalism

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Spring Break Experience

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

I already know what you’re all thinking.

“Oh no! What awful thing happened to her on vacation? Another bag mishap or fall?”

Well to answer all questions, I did not have an awful trip in Michigan. That’s right, Michigan is where I went for Spring Break. My sister, Danielle, and her husband, Jake Jamison, live there in Harrison Township, which is close to Detroit.

This year, Spring Break started off slow because I worked the weekend before and during, then had a day to relax and lounge, which is a fancy way of saying I stayed in my pajamas all day and ate a bunch of junk food. On my way to babysit my nephew Wednesday, I had to wait for construction on Highway 4.

There, I had stopped right when people had gone to follow a pilot car to the next stop. Lucky me, I was first in the waiting line. The guy that was working the traffic decided to talk to me because he was bored. I had been jamming hard core to some music right before getting stopped and immediately turned down the music.

He casually pointed out that my tires were bald and I told him I was aware and everyone keeps telling me, “It’s all right though, it’s just the outer layer.” Thanks, that makes me feel 100% better. He also told me that my car was squeaky and his truck did the same thing. I was just wanting to get the heck out of dodge, because these are the types of situations I love to avoid, but he kept joking around with me and I just laughed awkwardly like I do when I don’t know what to say.

Then, I watched my baby nephew, which was fantastic, because I spent the day with him watching “Monsters Inc.” and we went on a walk. When my sister, Leisha and her husband, Olán got home, we went to hit some baseballs at his gym. I haven’t done this since softball last year in high school, so I really should’ve done some practice swings or something, but I went full throttle and hit as hard as I could.

I did pretty well, but noticed I wasn’t wearing gloves and my hands were starting to burn. Yep, I got a nice blister on my left hand. It had already peeled off so driving home that night was a bit painful, but it wasn’t too bad.

Thursday was the day that we headed for Michigan. We drove, so this meant five family members all in the same vehicle. We left later than planned and ended up leaving at about 6:30 p.m.

Michigan takes about 16 hours to drive to so we were already behind. When we got into Missouri, it was about 1 a.m. Since I am the night owl of the family, I got to drive the last couple hours to Hannibal where we stayed for the night. The next day, we took a detour and went to Chicago, where I navigated with grace of course, and got to see Wrigley Field and ate at a pizza place that was pretty interesting. When we got to Michigan, it was 2 a.m. and we were exhausted, so we said hello to Danielle and Jake and went straight to bed.

The next freezing day, they took us around Michigan, and we got to see some of Detroit and the GM Renaissance Center, which was the largest building in there. Jake works for GM, so he took pleasure in being our guide. Danielle showed us where she worked and we all had fun eating at their favorite restaurant. Saturday night, Danielle, Kylie and I played games until 4 a.m.

On Sunday, we went to church and enjoyed the rest of the day napping (for me) and touring again. Later that night, I found out that I had classes Monday that I was unaware of. I guess I’m used to Easter Monday being off. I was upset at myself and had to email all of my teachers and let them know I was missing class, and I had an exam on Tuesday that I had been studying a bit for, and emailed her about missing the exam. Let’s just say I was not happy about missing this much, but at the same time, liked the distraction from life.

That brings me to Tuesday night before writing this. I was just getting settled into bed in Little River with a plate of pizza in one hand, a pop in the other while moving a blanket out of the way. That went badly and my pop went all the way to my wall, it sprayed so much. I had a lap full of fizzy liquid and my can was still foaming all over my hand. So my bed needed to be changed and I got upset thinking about the decent week I had had with no unfortunate events. I spoke to soon.

On the bright side, and despite my sore muscles from the batting before the trip and blister that is still on my hand, I got to see my sister and her husband for the first time since Christmas and had a good time. Also, on our way to Michigan, we had just missed four total accidents by only a little bit. So, someone was definitely watching over my poorly-scheduled family.

Brenna Eller is a Little River freshman in journalism