• Homecoming 2018

    This past Saturday on the 6th of October, PWHS students jammed out at homecoming. Over 700 tickets were sold this year. The dance was funded and created entirely by student council. They have been working hard planning and organizing the dance since the middle of August.

    If you looked out onto the dance floor, you would have found many students singing and dancing to their favorite songs. Some thought the playlist this year was lacking compared to previous years. Kariosly Sanchez, a senior, said, “I thought the music was better last year.” The playlist is composed of recommendations by students.

    Sarah Esparza was crowned as the 2018 Homecoming Queen. The court was composed of all seniors. The other members were Tanara Morrell, Maya Bush, Marie Moore, Ashley Laub, and Emma Schwartze.

    If you couldn’t tell by the yellow brick road leading into the dance, this year’s theme was “There’s No Place Like Homecoming”. Many students said they quite liked the theme. Student Council completely transformed the cafeteria that students see almost every day. When they walked in, students knew they weren’t in Kansas anymore.

    Homecoming is most freshman’s first dance they attend. Breanna Apodaca said that she had a blast at this year’s dance. “t thought it was a good experience for my first homecoming,” Apodaca explained. Her favorite part of the whole experience was the process of getting ready and taking pictures. There were a lot of different types of people enjoying themselves. Overall, this dance was a great first impression on the class of 2022.

    This year’s homecoming dance gave the student body a night of whimsical fun. Everyone clicked their heels on the dance floor and realized that there truly is no place like homecoming.

  • Cyclone Soccer Defeats Pueblo South: Teamwork Makes the Dream Work

    Blood. Sweat. Tears.

    Last Thursday, the Varsity Boys’ Soccer Team led a fierce and captivating battle against the South’s Varsity Team, surmounting with a 4-1 win.

    To start the match off, senior, Austin Shaw led the ball into the back of the opposing team’s net, molding the score into a 1-0 lead. This first goal sent the Cyclones into a frenzied thirst for the win, attacking the opposing team’s side with strength and resiliency. Shaw, a forward, when describing his thoughts over his goal, stated, “… Really nothing was going through my head to begin with. I just kinda saw the ball, and I shot it, … once it came off of my foot, it went in, so that was pretty nice.”

    The game then pursued a more hurried and strategic playing style, with the Cyclones construing intricate passes, as well as getting back and pressuring the South players when reinforcements were brought forth against the Cyclones. Garret Lerch described South’s pressure as, “not too bad.” Lerch also went on to say, “They did put up a good fight. They did some good passing, good pressure, but overall, it wasn’t too bad.”

    The Cyclones prevailed in their fight for glory, bulldozing the opposing team whenever South stumbled into their den. Hunter Nettles can give an account for this playing style, after propelling insanely long throw-ins onto the field and crossing a pass from the 36-yard-line all the way to the goal line for an attempted shot on goal for the Cyclones.

    Before the match, the Cyclone boys marched to the field, resembling troops headed to battle, and they depicted a crisp and focused mindset. The Cyclones bestowed interminable tenacity, relentlessly pressuring the ball and trudging for South’s goal.

    Nettles gave insight to his team’s humble advantage against the opposing forces by asserting, “The advantage is just that our team is a family. We all play for each other and don’t care who scores or who gets the assist. We all just want to get the win for each other and make each other better.”

    Nevertheless, the Cyclones kicked up a heart-felt game, leaving the crowd in a cacophony of chants and cheers as the game rolled on

    Persistence and patience flowed tremendously from the Pueblo West boys, concocting a ferocious game of battleship against South. Soon into the game, the Cyclones struck the perfect piece and made the plays to triumph. With their confidence up high, Cyclones’ Xavier Hatch volleyed a flawless assist by Gavin Graham into the back, right corner of the goal, sailing passed the outstretched hands of the goalie from the five yard-line.

    Later on, Keishaun Gylling absorbed the confidence of the Cyclones around him, dribbling the ball up the center of the field and nailing it into the back net, leading the Cyclones into a 3-0 lead.

    In spite of his previous triumph earlier in the game, Shaw captured another glimpse at the goal after dribbling the ball perpendicular to the center of the field and nailing it into the back of the net.

    However, in the midst of the Cyclone’s uprising, the opposing team was able to sneak passed the Cyclone’s defense and pass the ball into the goal with only one-minute left in the game, catching everyone off guard. This gut-wrenching moment left the crowd frazzled and the Pueblo West boys shaken.

    Besides the heart-shattering goal at the end of the game, the Cyclones’ perseverance allowed the team to win in commanding fashion, 4-1.


  • Disney Cruise Line: A Week at Sea (Editorial)

    A cruise is an experience that I never thought I could check off my list. My week at sea consisted of snorkeling, a first-hand look at downtown Nassau, a day at the beach, and world-class dining. Unfortunately a small setback for me, was also taking a trip to the Florida emergency room; that’s a story for later. This cruise was with Disney Cruise Lines and it truly was a “magical experience.”

    Day 1: The alarm went off early at 4:30 am. Me, my brother, and two parents crawled into the car to head to Denver International Airport. We get through security and grab some McDonald’s, the breakfast of champions. We have a smooth flight to Orlando, Florida. As soon as we land we make our way to the “Disney Magical Express.” The fleet of shuttle take passengers to Disney World. The rain painted a beautiful picture on our hour drive to the Disney World Park. After getting checked in, we received our Magic Bands; they serve as room keys and a ticket to anywhere in the park. The journey to find our room was quite a long one, weaving through hallways and up staircases. Once finding our old-fashioned room at the Port Orleans, Riverside Resort, we went the popular shopping area of Disney Springs. I tried fish and chips at an Irish restaurant, called the Cookes of Dublin. Next, my brother and I hit the pool. Then crashed to get rested for the next day.

    This was the last picture taken before my toe officially had the worst day ever.

    Day 2: Everyone in the family wakes up and we prepare our bags for Disney to take them; the next time we see our bags is in our room on the boat later that day. We get breakfast at the food court area a short 10 minute walk from our room. With time to kill, we rented a quad person bike, called a Surrey Bike, to ride around. My brother and mom ride in the front, and my step-dad and I ride in the rear, we head onto our next adventure. At one point, all of us got confused where we were going, so we decided to back up and turn around. In the process, I lost track of where my right foot was. It got caught in between the crank of the pedal and the frame covering the chain. By the time I realized what was happening, it was already through a turn of the pedal and pinkie toe was already suffering. We rush back to get a first-aid kit. The cut is much deeper than any of us thought. Because it was in between my pinkie toe and the toe next to it, the Disney employees called the paramedics. The first responders got me on the stretcher and wheeled me past all the people to the ambulance, and I instantly became the talk of Riverside.

    We went to Florida Hospital Celebration Health in Orlando. The nurses and staff helping me were very kind and it seemed I was the highlight of their day so far. I was given the important task of filling out that lovely medical paperwork. The doctor started with the lidocaine, to numb the area around the cut. It burned a little but, overall wasn’t nearly as bad as I anticipated. He delicately put in 8 stitches all around my tiny pinkie toe. After some instructions of what to do after leaving, I was discharged. My step-dad and I made our way outside. The next challenge was to figure out how to work the Lyft app to get back to Riverside. We ended up barely making it back in time to board the shuttle to head towards the boat.

    An hour later we make it to Port Canaveral. We make our way onto the boat and it just beautiful. It doesn’t feel like you are on a boat. The boat itself has 14 floors, more than 1,200 staterooms that hold at least one family each, 3 huge dining rooms, 3 restaurants, multiple pools, and even 2 movie theaters. Because of the morning we already had, all of us just relaxed in the room for a little bit. When the medical center opened, we went to see if I could get crushes to get out a wheelchair. Later, we went to dinner and had our first experience of the 5-course world class dining we kept hearing about. The food was amazing and the seafood was all fresh.

    Day 3: Our family was determined to be first at the breakfast buffet. We made our way to Deck 11 to get a beautiful view of the water with the sunrise. Next on our agenda was snorkeling in Nassau, Bahamas. There were some native Bahamians would led a group of us out there. During the 45 minute boat ride to the snorkeling spot, we passed magnificent houses that belong to various celebrities. The water was a vivid blue that I could have looked at forever. I unfortunately couldn’t join in, but I was also content just laying there and watching the water. The catamaran had nets that overlooked the water people could lay on at look at the fish and just the clarity of the water. After about an hour or two observing the water, we all made our way back to the port. Next stop was the Straw Market. The locals know how to lure in the tourists with hand-made products and cheap souvenirs. We walked around and got to talk to some of the people. On the long trek back to the boat, we got to people watch and be apart of their culture. It was enlightening to see such happy people. The rest of the night was full of just watching the water.

    The water was so clear that, even from the boat, you could see the coral and the fish.

    During dinner, we got to try some more amazing food. Disney had it set up so one waiter and his assistant would serve your family the whole time on the boat. Surya and Rashid were the staff with our family the whole trip. Surya was the lead server and would make sure were always happy. He would give us jokes and riddles to solve. He has been with the company for 11 years so he has a large stock-pile of brain teasers. He is also apart of a band, and apparently the head chef is the drummer; Surya would bring us things that weren’t even on the menu anymore.

    This was my sad attempt to keep my stitched up foot out of the water.

    Day 4: By the time we woke up, the boat was docked at Disney’s private island, Castaway Cay. We instantly took the shuttle to Serenity Bay, the beach strictly for adults. We found a group of four chairs. With some extra effort I got down to the edge of the water with my crutches to get at least some of me wet. I sat by the water just captivated by the endless horizon, the clear water, the coarse sand, the sound of the waves, the smell of the salt water, and the warm water hitting my not injured foot. Our relaxing day came to end so we could take a group nap back in our room on the boat. We ate in the dining room called “the Animators Palate.” The walls were covered in drawings of the characters we now love. At one point, the turtle, Crush, fromFinding Nemo would talk to guests while they ate. The coolest part is that he would have real conversations with you not just a robot repeating a message.

    Day 5: On our long journey back to Florida, we had a whole day to spend on the boat. Storms and clouds prevented us from baking on the deck of the ship. I found my favorite deck to sit on while everyone went exploring the ship. I worked on homework, my brother ventured to places on the boat me and my crutches couldn’t go, my mom went to the spa, and my step-dad took a nap. After the past few days of being busy, it was nice to just take a second and breathe. The third dining room, “The Enchanted Garden”, was based off of the Alice in Wonderland film released in 1951. With this being our last diner on the ship, we were all very sad to see Surya and Rashid go. Later that night, there was a firework show. We went to the adult bar all the way on deck 13, just so we could avoid all the kids. We watched the beautiful display if fireworks and then hit the hay.

    All three of the dining rooms were beautiful, but this one was by far the most intricate.
    The Dream is one of four of Disney’s massive cruise ships.

    Day 6: It was time to bid the Disney Dream good-bye. We got off the boat, to go through customs and border control again, to get on our shuttle back to the airport. After a long security line, we make it to our gate. We have a 3 hour layover in Houston,Texas. 15 minutes before we are supposed to board, they moved our gate and I finally got to ride on of those little golf carts to get there on time. Despite already boarding the plane, we have a delay and just sat on the runway for a little bit. It was peaceful. Finally we land in Denver, and make our safe drive home.

  • Cyclones Storm Mesa Ridge

    Pueblo West Junior quarterback Chandler Mason hands ball off to Junior fullback Tanner Tate, in the Cyclones blow out against Mesa Ridge. (42-0)

    Friday night at C. A. Foster Stadium the Pueblo West Cyclones took on the Mesa Ridge Grizzles. The end of the night came with Pueblo West on top ,winning with a shut out of 42-0.

    Cyclones defensive back coach Matt Howard commented, “We started a little slow, but… we finished a little strong. We’re getting better every snap. I think we’re starting to come together as a team and a unit,”

    Pueblo West’s defense only allowed 123 yards in the whole game and came up with three turnovers by senior safety Cisco Padilla and junior linebacker Ryan Patterson.

    The first half was a little slow for the Cyclones, only scoring fourteen points. Junior quarterback Chandler Mason uncharacteristically threw an interception, and also fumbled the ball.

    “The part of my game that stood out to me was probably the offensive line. They picked it up a lot from last week. The holes were massive, you could go for thirty yards on most plays.” commented senior running back Kolyn Kremer.

    The second half was when the Cyclones storm brewed, by scoring twice and getting a safety, helping the Cyclones defense shut out Mesa Ridge.

    “Our defense did really good. We had a 3-4 look instead of a 3-5, we put a safety back and that was me because Mesa Ridge threw the ball a lot. We executed it good. We stopped the run pretty good.” said senior safety Cisco Padilla about his defense.

    The fourth quarter came along and after the eight-yard run by Mason, the Cyclones decided to put in the backups.

    With their number twos in, the Cyclones defense stopped Mesa Ridge by getting an interception and forcing a fumble both credited to Patterson.

    After the interception, the Cyclones backup offense took the field led by junior quarterback Alex Reid.  After a short drive, Reid threw a touchdown pass to senior wide receiver Brett Finegan with 2:19 to go as the final score of the game.

    The Cyclones are now 2-1 and ready to take on the three-time 3A State Champion East Eagles for their next week matchup at Cyclone Stadium.

    “East is a pretty good team, we will just have to see what they look like on film” defensive backs coach Matt Howard said, looking foreword to the game next week.

    The Cyclones take the field at Cyclone Stadium next Friday at 7pm.


  • Editorial: Something Special

    He was 8 years old when I watched him zip across the pool for the first time.

    John Plutt had just won his first race, a short 25 yard dash, and he touched the wall before other children had reached half.

    Everyone on deck couldn’t help but stare at the small, skinny, kid with arms ten times too long for his body. He hopped clumsily out of the pool, a plucky grin on his face as his mother hurriedly rushed forward to wrap him in a towel. Even in the 90 degree summer heat, John was turning blue and shivering as he walked off to talk to our coach.

    Every swimmer, coach, and dedicated parent who got to witness this historic first dip into competition knew that they had just watched something- someone- special.

    Of course, at the time, none of us knew how special John would be.

    Fast forward a couple years, I’m 12 and John’s 10. We had been swimming together for two years now, and I had been there for every practice the kid had ever had. We were lane buddies, both of us just fast enough to swim with the senior group of our team, but not old enough to be part of the social circle that came with it. Obviously, getting ignored by the oh-so-inspiring high schoolers allowed for plenty of time for John and I to get to know each other. By the time I was in middle school, I had a second little brother, and a training partner for life.

    I remember when he made his first state time, it was at a winter meet, and we were some of the only kids who even swam during the winter for our small developmental club team. It was the 100 fly, I remember he broke 1:10, and I remember screaming so loud my voice was hoarse the rest of the day. He ran from behind the blocks to our coach, who sent him quickly over to his mom and I, who he attacked in the biggest hugs he could manage at the young age of 11.

    That was the moment John became something more, as a swimmer. He got hungry, he wanted to swim more events at state, and his work reflected that. He stopped playing other sports, and he decided he really loved swimming. As far as I know, he’s never looked back.

    That first state meet was the start of a long line of state meets, and lots of races that John won. I learned very quickly that John refused to lose.

    It was that desire, that dream to win, that propelled John to convince his family into letting him switch teams with me during his 6th grade year. We left for a more competitive environment, one where I could train with other girls my age, and John could try his might against some of the older year-round boys.

    So we left, we moved, and it was terrifying. I remember John being worried that the coach would be mean.

    Little did he know that Josh Cortese, our coach, would end up being the best person to prepare him for what was to come.

    Some of the biggest turning-point races in John’s life were at a small, summer-league meets.

    Josh decided to test John by making him swim in “The Open.”

    “The Open” age group, during summer, is for kids over the age of 15, but younger kids can be entered by their coaches. At 13, John happily accepted the challenge, he swam, and still swims, with these much older kids every day. He races them in practice, and he never backs down.

    He didn’t falter in the face of this bigger obstacle. He swam with kids almost five years his senior at that league meet, and for the first time ever John realized he was not limited to being good in his own grouping, He learned that, with hard-work, age really is negotiable. The older boys quickly took him into their ranks, and helped to train him to another level.

    During his eighth grade year, we carpooled to Pueblo County High School every day for swim practice. I got to tell him all about the joys of high school swimming, and I knew then he would make a splash in Pueblo. He was already competitive with the fastest kids in town, and he wasn’t even 15!

    That year, he won a state championship during club season in the 100 fly, and his confidence sky-rocketed. Watching him win that race was like watching him win his first 25. The same grin covered his face when he got out of the water, and the same kid who used to bargain with his parents for suckers in exchange for victories walked over to his mom and immediately said she owed him a whole coconut cream pie for winning. He didn’t focus on the swim, he just wanted some food.

    His first high school meet was characterized by people saying “Who is this kid?” immediately followed by “He’s a freshman!” I couldn’t help but smile every time someone realized what I had always known. There, right there, in this goofy 15 year old boy, was something very rare.

    I am inspired daily, by my swim-brother, who sets goals as soon as he breaks them. Who has never been complacent in victory, only working harder after a big win. A boy who, no matter the attention, always stays humble.

    Imagine every practice together, every tear shed, every sore muscle, and every huge “post-win” grin coming together at one time. Imagine every aspect of your history with a person coming to mind in a second. Imagine every moment of the past rushing in and intermingling with the present as every joking “I’m gonna win as a freshmen” becomes more than a possibility, more than just a dream.

    Saturday, May 19th, I watched my closest teammate, my family, touch the wall after the most important 100 fly of his life at the 4A state swim meet.

    Tears filled my eyes as the one appeared next to his name, and everybody else on deck watched as a lanky kid, turning blue from the cold, with arms still too long for his body received his medal. They were realizing what I’ve always known, “This kid is something special.”