Staff Haikus
The HCHS staff was asked to write a haiku inspired by "life as an adult" Their haiku could be serious or silly, full of wit or wisdom; it was completely up to them!
Ms. Amy
DHH - Interpreter
Mr. Martin
English
Doc Fo-Co
Science
Mr. W
Library/Comic Book Boss
B. Abel
Counselor
Mr. Koester
Social Studies
Miss AJ
Interpreter
Mr. Juengel
Business
Coach Boyer
Math
Mrs. Schultz
Math
Dr. Karius
Assistant Principal
Ms. H (Horstmann)
SSD
Mr. Wilkinson
Dropout Prevention & Recovery Liason
Mrs. Callaway
Math
Mrs. Gervich
Instructional Coach
Mr Davis
SSD - Chemistry & Government
Ms. Krenning
Performing Arts
Ms. Foster
Social Studies
Ms. Cavanaugh
SSD/English
Mrs. White
Social Studies
Mrs. Nickens
Math
Mrs. Powers
Work Prep Program - Clayton Site SSD
Ms. Jamerson
English
B. Abel
Counselor
Ms. Milberg
English
Mrs. Wilimzig
English
Mr. Johnston
Social Studies
Ms. Camarota
Science
Ms. Walsh
Fine Arts
Mr. F (Facchin)
English
Mr. Little
English
Ms. Bradley
Counselor
Mr. Fricke
PE/Health
Mrs. Jay
Art
Ms. Bridgette
DHH Interpreter
Mrs. Rosansky
SSD/English
Ms. Duncan
Student Teacher - Spanish
Mrs. Jackson
Fine Arts - Orchestra
Ms. Jamerson
English
B. Abel
Counselor
Ms. Stevens
Math
Ms. Cobb
Instructional Coach
Mrs. Bober
Science
Mr. F
English
Madame Bartek
World Language - French
Mrs. Hale
SSD Administrator
Ms. Z
Librarian
Dr. Naaman
Practical Arts
Ms. Spencer
Math
Ms. Holyfield
Clerical
Mr. Rhoads
Science
Mrs. Bentley
Science
Senora Burton
World Language - Spanish
Mr. F
English
Mrs. Erbs
Counselor
Ms. Edwards
SSD - Co-Teacher
Mr. McGee
Assistant Principal
Mrs. Marty
EL
Ms. Foster
Social Studies
B. Abel
Counselor
Ms. Holyfield
Clerical
Ms. Howley
Math
B. Abel
Counselor
Ms. Sullins
Practical Arts
Mr. F
English
Mrs. Webb
English
B. Abel
Counselor
Mr. McCourt
English
Ms. Friend
Counselor
Ms. Walsh
Fine Arts
Ms. Foster
Social Studies
Dr. Sachs
Science
Ms. K (Kinney)
Math
Mrs. McAllister
English
Mrs. Wilimzig
English
Ms. Anderson
English - Student Teacher
Ms. Weingart
English
Ms. Allen
Math
Mr. Murray
English
Coach Smith
Driver's Ed/PE/Health
Mr. Rocco
Social Studies
Dreams become reality.
Wake up or still sleep?
Mr. Dicker
English
Mr. Hall
Counselor
Folasade Fanegan, 12th Grade
The inspiration behind this piece is to show the beauty of nature and the foxes hunting habits. During the winter months, rodents live in tunnels underneath the snow called The Subnivean Zone. With the fox's great sense of hearing they dive headfirst into the snow to hunt these rodents. This piece is a part of my drawing investigation for AP 2D Art and Design. Medium: Charcoal Pastel Pencils on drawing paper.
Wesley Shelton, 11th grade
The inspiration behind this piece was to finish this foxes story. I wanted to show the beauty of nature and its circle of life. In the sky is the spirits of the fox's parents as the baby fox runs across the tundra. This piece is the final piece of my drawing investigation for AP 2D Art and Design.
Medium Used: Charcoal Pastel Pencils and black paper
Wesley Shelton, 11th grade
My inspiration for this piece of work was based on the history of feudal Japan, and how ninjas were trained assassins or mercenaries that worked for the lower classes of Japanese society.
Medium Used: Colored Pencil, Anaglyph 3D
Ahmeena King, 10th Grade
My inspiration for this piece of work deals with the history of early-modern Japan, and how samurais were loyal warriors that were led by strict code and law throughout their lives.
Medium Used: Colored Pencil, Anaglyph 3D
Ahmeena King, 10th Grade
Uplift
Like a sprinkle of Sprite
the people were vibrant
as days went on
the shiny blue sky
began to dance
and sing along
with us
we danced as if
there were no
tomorrow each night
our people were
totally different unlike
the next neighborhood of
rocks that stood behind us
we thrived all day as
if our bodies were
on fire
we burned and burned
like the barkwood of our
shoes underneath us
one day the shoes of
our feet will no longer
burn causing our bodies
to hopelessly give out
and we will begin
a new journey on
another planet
Aliyah Porter, 10th Grade
The Circle of Living
The more we
Live the more
We lie we never
Believe what meets the
Eye.
We swim
fast we swim far,
We almost
like fish are.
We work
all day
We work
all night,
We do things
That can help
Us in a long run
But we must have fun
To gain a tip of
Knowledge
We grow big
We go far
Only some of us make it
To a star
Marquis Cannon, 10th Grade
So Much Better Together
Sometimes I think when we clash we produce enough energy to realign the stars &
create a new galaxy.
The epitome of fire & ice we, find each other walking away from
the other so much that we always circle back to one another.
But on our good days
It's like we have an inclination to devote ourselves to the well being
of the other.
Pacing back and forth, inventing new ways to increase the altitude
& depths of our harmonious love.
A love so subtle & gentle that even in the midst of our contretemps,
a powerful fixation for each other rooted in pure divinity never
ceases to arrive, in due time.
It's funny that we can be harmonious together, introducing our
surroundings to a brand new song in which we create together
While still maintaining the ability to remain dependent, fabricating
our own sound and individuality - I find that spiritually gratifying.
Khadijah Taite, 11th Grade
Quarantine
Indoors for days, I have
Swept I have cleaned.
I gaze out the window to
See sidewalks where our
Bodies once roamed.
To now everyone is stuck
In their home.
The only thing to do is to gossip
On a phone.
I used to enjoy outside every day
Now I feel so alone.
In the confines of my own home,
Where after a long day.
My home whom I can’t wait to see
Now that feeling abandons me.
With the outside world crumbling
Due to injustices and unlawful behavior.
My home, my greatest savior I spend nights in bed
Wishing I had something to do, my home.
I am forever grateful to have you
We have seen this battle for many years,
It has given black people so many tears.
We fight we claw but the mystery still
Unsolved. Oh how deeply sorry i am
George Floyd,Breonna Taylor.
If only I had a minute later to tell you
The change you have caused.
You gave blacks hope dignity and despair,
you gave them courage to stand for whatś right.
And that we will always fight this fight!!
To the marchings on the street to the bruises on our
Feet. We will stand for what’s right because,
Injustice cost us a life. Quarantine is supposed to
be separation but police make it seem like segregation.
Even though I continue to social distance, I am
A women with a penchant for every elegant
My home is where I reside!!
Aniyah Williams, 10th Grade
Inner Light
I think we’re all here for infinite purposes that sometimes we never
discover until our time is up.
& I think we either forget time exists
or we think about it too much
resulting in loss of connectivity with our inner selves, our divine
light, and the universe surrounding us
then subsequently, we lose the ability to know ourselves.
Next thing you know we stop catering to ourselves and we gain
low expectations, lost hope, and a fear of progress that guards us
from becoming the greatest version of ourselves - I think we
unintentionally do that.
We overload our heads with figments of our imagination to detach
ourselves from the reality we think we know.
But the thinner the line between our reality and false perception,
the more we seem to find it harder to accept our individuality &
our true selves
Sometimes we spend so much time contemplating about the world
beyond our touch that we forget that there are galaxies within
ourselves.
Galaxies filled with stars, sunshine, & moonlight
& even black holes.
We wonder what the world has in store for us & forget about what
we have to offer the world.
And we fail to remember that when we withhold and extrude
greatness we attract it
but in order to be at peak divinity & serenity one must appreciate
& understand the darkness and the light within themselves
Khadijah Taite,11th Grade
The Absence
Folasade Fanegan, 12th Grade
Late Night Things
My late night things
Is a place
Where people come sit on my porch
From 9 pm to 1 am
Then complain about lack of sleep the next day
My late night things
is around my grandparents
Their friends, and my friends
“Old timers” as we call them
Drink while we make fun of them
We all listen to the soul music and laugh a lot
They tell us stories about how they met,
Some would be educational
Some would be debates
Some might even be some silly stories
Bonfires when it's cold outside
People driving by
Honk the horns of their car to say hello
Sometimes we have snacks
And sometimes we have s'mores
Them times was fun
But it came to a end when my mom moved out
I still visit and stay nights
But it's not the same
As it was when I was living there
Taniyah Fitzgerald, 10th Grade
The Real Me
Biggest to smallest
Of all the children in my school,
I may not be the smallest.
Of all the bodies in the world,
Mine may be the biggest.
But I can almost touch the top shelves,
If I stand on my toes.
And soon my words might change the world,
So you better listen close.
Marquis Cannon, 10th Grade
Toes
I watch them play
They’re having so much fun
The little ones of our neighborhood that is
They jump rope
And fly as they play hopscotch
Their bright chalk art on the sidewalk is top notch
Their dirty shoes are untied
There are no cares in the world
Little boys & little girls
Laughs and smiles
Scrapes and bruises
Rain or shine
Still they play
9 am till 5 pm
They'll be out here all day
The ice cream truck comes
They go inside
To scream at their mommies and daddies
asking for a dollar
They run back out to get a chocolate swirl cone
Running quick trying not to trip, hurrying before they’re gone
Later on the sun is setting
It's time to come inside
Dinner’s ready it's probably meatloaf with a veggie on the side
For there are other days they’ll come back out no need to feel sorrow
They say their goodbyes pack up their toys
See you guys tomorrow
Mikayla Sanford, 9th Grade
When the light turn on
When the skeletons are shown
It's bright and beyond clear to see
The beauty in which I’ve grown
Have standards, worth and diligence
I still wait for you
To reside at my home
I love you as equal as if
You were my own
But you are not
Souls have resided into your being
I know I cannot have all of you
So I will love you from afar
Until I can prove to you
You belong with me and how beautiful you truly are
Jasmine Blanson, 12th Grade
Dear Loving Mother in Law
Dear Loving Mother in Law,
I’m truly sorry that you cannot see past my race
To see my “amazing personality” or the “beauty” in my face
I am sorry that my brothers and sisters have given me a bad name
Though all their successes and accomplishments have not been put in shame
My apologies for putting a disgrace on your family
However, I’m not sorry for our bond that allows us to be free
If my skin can cut through love, it can surely cut through hate
I understand you only want what’s best for him,
But he effortlessly says that I’m the best thing that could ever happen to him
I tried to be as selfless as I could
But your only mindset is how I come from “the hood”
I can see you are misunderstood, and so am I
Can’t comprehend how we both have two arms and two eyes
Tears run down in the same direction as yours, just passed different flaws and pores
I am human like you who should know what they’re made of
Help us break free from these bound and as His child, love
Folasade Fanegan, 12th Grade