Sunday, November 19, 2017

Sydney Scarberry talented makeup artist

Meet Sydney Scarberry, one of the school’s most talented students. The junior has mastered the art of special effects makeup. 
“I started doing makeup three years ago because no one really did it and it was very unique.” said Scarberry. 
She uses her talents for the thespians by giving people the necessary makeovers before a performance. She can give someone wrinkles and make them look old, or to make their facial features stand out. She also uses it for other activities like Halloween or just for her own enjoyment. 
Scarberry would also like to turn it into a career by doing effects for movies and stage performances.
Elizabeth Crihfeild said “Sydney has alway been great at makeup for as long as i’ve known her. I don't think I could do what she does. It seems hard. ” 
However, the process of doing special effects makeup is a lot simpler than most might think, according to Scarberry. She said “All I have to do is prep my face so my face doesn't break out afterwards. After that, it’s just free handing.” 
Scarberry then goes on to say “Freehanding is definitely something you need to improve at before you can put a full, high quality design on your face. It took me about a year to get where I am today.”
It’s not just face makeup that Scarberry has taken an interest to. She also enjoys putting designs on the legs and arms. Designs on the body would include open wounds or bones poking out of the skin.
Scarberry said “I think doing any kind of wound on my arm or leg is pretty fun. I think it looks cool and it feels funky when you remove it.” 
The most fascinating thing about Scarberry’s talent is that she is completely self-taught, locking herself in her room for hours at a time, trying to perfect what she is passionate about. 
“You can learn how to do effects makeup through lots of Youtube tutorials. I think thats the quickest way to learn.” said Scarberry. 

Monday, November 6, 2017


By: Lexi Taylor

I hate your edges,
The way your stretch marks map out harsh ridges,
Like the sharp turns down an old winding road,
Interrupting the smooth color of your small tanned body,
Cutting around your creases,
Light shades of purple,
Pale shades of pink,
All of which are,
Interrupting your perfection.

I hate your colors,
The color of your hair,
It’s burnt into different colors from years of abuse,
The way it lays on your shoulders in odd ways,
Falling in undesired places,
The length is an awkward length,
Too long if you leave it too short if you cut it,
Continuing to,
Interrupting your perfection.

I hate your size,
The way your clothes don’t fit in the right places,
Tugging and pulling,
Flexing and hiding,
Working and starving,
Yet nothing seems to be enough,
All of these,
Interrupt your perfection.

I hate your presence,
The way you’re pushed out,
No one notices though,
The way you don’t know when to stop when you’re nervous,
You stumble upon your words,
Only to stop when no one is listening,
This too,
Interrupting your perfection.

I hate your voice,
The way it sounds,
Masculine yet feminine at the same time,
Seeming to be heard at the worst of times,
Often it brought smiles,
And stern looks of disappointment,
Interrupting your perfection.

I hate your thoughts,
The way everything gets to you,
Even when it shouldn’t,
The way your thoughts change at the drop of a hat,
It can be dangerous,
Catastrophic even,
This too,
Interrupting your perfection.

Out of all these things I hate,
One stands out more,
This person I hate is someone I shouldn’t,
This person is,

Letting Go

By: Christina Morales

Moonlight, sand, relaxation. So why can`t I let go?  I`m trapped in the memory of her, like a tiger in a cage. I remember that night like it was yesterday, and maybe it was. I don`t know. I`ve stopped listening, stopped seeing, stopped feeling. "Drive safe sis," I remember telling her. 'Drive safe'. I should have done something else, should have made her stay...but I didn`t. I remember the hustle of the nurses in the waiting room, remember my tears.

 I haven`t stopped crying. Her smile. That’s what I miss the most. When she smiled and showed her white teeth. I find myself missing the oddest things. Her hair, her hair was long and coffee colored. I used to play with it. I even learned how to French braid for her. She was always happy, always up for trouble. I loved that about her; she never backed down. When she made up her mind there was no changing it.  

"Bubby!" She used to call when we were younger. "Bubby come play with me!" I never did though. I thought it was embarrassing. Toying with my little sister, I wanted to do guy things like play football or something. I didn't want anyone to know I actually cared. That seeing my sisters disappointed face killed me, but I didn’t do anything. 

I don`t want to let her go. I think that’s my problem. I blame myself, it should have been me in that car. I should have died, not her, not my baby. I feel tears well up in my blue eyes. That’s another thing, we have...had the same exact eyes. The little brat. She left me here and she left pieces about herself everywhere. She`d want me to let go. She`d hate that I haven`t. 

''Let go you big baby,'' she`d tell me. Let go... I want my sister back! Nothings ever going to be the same without her.  I see her everywhere! In the shopping windows, in the street art that's on this beach. Everywhere I look she`s right there looking back at me. She couldn`t draw. Heck! She couldn’t even draw a curved circle. 

Crash! The waves on the beach snaps me out of thought and I remember why I`m here. Letting go her ashes will be hard. Maybe even harder that losing her. I get up and stagger until the cool water flirts with my toes. The wind gushes against my short blond hair. She knows I`m here, she known what I`m about to do; I can feel it. She didn’t want to be in a crate. I remember her implying that as clear as I commemorate the rest of her. I have to lecture myself into twisting the lid. Deep breaths Nic, deep breaths. I twist the smooth surface and tilt the vase.  

I`ll always remember you. You’re my sister and I love you. I hope you know that, I hope you see. I want you to be happy, that’s all I ask. The moon shines on a wave casting my body in an azure shadow. She`s elated. I can feel it. Nothing will make this paralyzing feeling go away, but eventually I hope it does. Anna wouldn’t want me to hurt. She`d want me to be happy and let go, so that’s what I do. I walk away from the sea with a lone tear rolling down my face. I did the right thing...I let her go.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Tuesday: Holiday Day

Ashton Bush 

Hatchet will be staying in Ripley

By: Sydney Sayre
             It is finally the time of year to bring back The Hatchet. Tonight, the annual game against Ravenswood High School will take place at our very own Death Valley Memorial Stadium.  The coaches are positive about the projected outcome of the game.
Coach Eddie Smolder said, “I think we are beat them as bad as we want to. Ripley has won three years in a row.  I don’t think we are gonna lose it.”
Smolder has been coaching the team for all three years now, and over the course of this time, he thinks the team has improved tremendously.
“The whole team works well together, they are all close,” he added.
Ripley has won 40 of the total 83 games played in the Hatchet series, with four of them being ties. Our current players are just as confident in a win tonight.
Ripley’s outside linebacker Rocky Ford said, “We are gonna go out there and punish them every play. We are simply going to win the physical battle. We just have to make sure we execute and handle adversity and we will be fine.”
The 2017 freshmen players are revved up about their first hatchet game.
Matt Moore, one of the leading freshman players, said, “It is an adrenaline rush to be able to play our rival team in the final game of the season.”
            The senior players are excited for the game, ready to play the cross-county opponent.
Senior JT Kemp is almost to the end of his first—and last—season of Ripley football. He said, “I feel really excited to be able to play with the people I have worked with over the season.”
Ford said, “My freshman year was very different than it is now. We had a different coach and no one focused on bonding like we do today. We are all really close and we all spend time together outside of football.”

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Meme trends dominate youth culture

By: Maisie Stout         
What is a meme? The dictionary defines meme as an element of culture or behavior that may be passed from an individual to another by a means usually through imitation. Urban Dictionary defines meme as a “not a word, but a lifestyle.” In modern society, both of these definitions are accurate. Memes are most commonly known as images used to introduce a satirical message to the internet. Memes can be offensive, relatable, or they can make absolutely no sense at all. These memes can include basic stock photos with witty non-sequiturs, the Pepe frog meme, and even the acronym meme trend (making and acronym and making the words not correspond with the letters).
 A good meme will go viral within about two days and stay relevant for at least a month. This happens a lot, and most people make meme calendars so that they can look back and find what meme was popular in what month. For example, in January of this year the “what in tarnation” dog meme went viral on Twitter and Instagram. Meme accounts on these social media sites will also make meme calendars into its own meme.
Most memes have a trend that doesn’t last very long. Memes like Alex from Target and the Cash Me Outside Girl were relevant for about a week before they became unpopular. Other meme trends are seasonal, one of which would be the Thanksgiving clapback memes.
According to a recent poll, the most popular 2017 meme among Ripley students is the Post Malone meme. Post Malone is an up and coming rapper with many hits including “Congratulations,” “Rockstar,” and “I Fall Apart.” The trend started by putting Post Malone’s face on random things and making a visual pun. This would include images like “Toast Malone,” “Watermalone” and “Coast Malone.”

All of these memes represent different ideas and trends, but they still have one similarity. Memes are a way for everyone- no matter the age, gender or race- to express themselves satirically through visual jokes.