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Hands clapping. Fans shouting. Chants rising. Thunder, lightning, flashes of green and gold. Swelling noise, and chilling silence. Stillness. Motion. Growth. Unity. This is the Mira Costa High School family. This is the experience of an eternity. This is more than sports, this is life. And this was only the first semester. Mira Costa High…
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Jimmy Shaw

February 4, 2015

Hands clapping. Fans shouting. Chants rising. Thunder, lightning, flashes of green and gold. Swelling noise, and chilling silence. Stillness. Motion. Growth. Unity. This is the Mira Costa High School family. This is the experience of an eternity. This is more than sports, this is life. And this was only the first semester.

Mira Costa High School, 2014-2015.

– Jimmy Shaw and Connor Layden

 

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...