The Big Dance

By Tony Johnson, senior


It’s finally the end of March, and there’s nothing better than March Madness. March Madness is the biggest tournament in D1 sports where 68 of the finest basketball teams compete head to head in a single elimination tournament. The last team standing gets to cut down the nets and it named the NCAA D1 champions. Every year around March, people all over the world tune in to experts’ advice and do as much research as they possibly can to fill out a perfect bracket for the chance to win a million dollars. The only catch is that it is extremely rare to fill out a perfect bracket; the odds are 1 in 9.2 quintillion.


Every year, right before the tournament starts, I do as much research as I possibly can. I listen to the experts’ advice and opinions and read about each team’s strengths and weaknesses. Then, with all of my knowledge, I fill out my bracket and compete against my closest friends and family.


The winner, which I NEVER am, usually is rewarded with a few dollars…a mighty prize. I think the reason I can never come out on top and be named the winner is because of all of the upsets. Every year, there is always a major upset that busts my bracket and dooms me of winning. The stats always show that the higher-seeded team is a clear favorite to win but, for some reason, the lower-seed team always finds a way to pull through and get the win. Next year, I am going to disregard the stats and seeds and just flip a coin for each pick.

Running Sucks.

By Cole Johanson, junior


Go to the running section at your local NikeTown and you’ll find a shirt, in various different colors, that stands out: “RUNNING SUCKS”. It’s a popular slogan that many runners use, which is obviously ironic given that for some of these runners, they love nothing more than going for a 5 mile jog every day. I wouldn’t say I am an avid runner, but I run the 1500 meter race for the varsity Beaverton High Track and Field team – and I love racing. But I will tell you the same thing; running sucks.
Running Sucks
Running long distances challenges you much more mentally than physically. Sure, on the 9th mile out of your 10 mile run, or on the last lap of your race, your lungs are burning and your legs are dying. But there is a mindset that good runners (and all great athletes for that matter) have that allow them to succeed; they embrace the struggle, the burn, and they keep going. Great runners accept the fact that running sucks, and it’s the reason they love to do it; there is nothing more satisfying than pushing your body to a point of exhaustion where it has never gone before, and to keep going after that. Running challenges the mind more than any other physical activity, because there is often no end goal in sight. Just keep putting one leg in front of the other until you can’t do it anymore.
I round the corner of this endless black circle, heading into the final hundred meters of this devastating 1500 meter run. Two runners are ahead of me, and my body is telling me to accept third place. But I have the mind for running, the mind that loves to see how far its body can take it. I try to churn my legs even faster than they are going, expecting them to fall off. But the human body is amazing, and my legs take me past the two other runners on my left and in to first place.

Spring Break-ation

By Anaya Sergeant, junior


Spring Break causes students and staff to all be beyond excited to escape the cold, boring school buildings out into the sun all week. While some of us take the chance to sleep in all day and keep up with social media posts about other people’s adventures, there are tons of people who explore new places and new people. Making the most of a week off of school seems ideal, and I asked some students about the best Spring Breaks they’ve ever had. With various answers, it’s obvious how differently people take advantage of their long-awaited vacation.

Madigan Warner, a sophomore at BHS told me about her Spring Break last year. She went on a trip to Seattle and saw the famous gum of wall. Seattle may seem like a cold and gloomy place, but at this time of the year it’s definitely a warm site to see.

Milan Ivkovic is a junior at BHS, and he told me about a laid-back break he took during his freshman year. He says that he spent as much time as possible with as many of his friends as he could, whether that be going on smaller road trips or on morning walks or just hanging out by the pool. It just goes to show that you don’t always have to go somewhere far and tropical or new to experience a fun spring break.


And I couldn’t resist talking about my family’s trip to Disneyland last Spring Break. I’m a five-year-old at heart, and spending the week screaming on rides and soaking up the sun was the perfect getaway.

So who cares if you’re hanging out with friends, or traveling, or doing nothing all week? The whole point of a break is to relax and get away from everyday stresses, so it’s up to you on how you want to do that.


By Gabe Roosevelt, senior


My weekends never seem to go as planned, no matter how hard I try, I don’t always get to accomplish everything I set out to do. Don’t get me wrong; the weekends always turn out to be great, and I have a wonderful time, but it’s not how I expected it to go. This last weekend, I was going to wake up early because my girlfriend was going to come over at 9 in the morning, and we were going to go on a hike at 10.

I was hoping to get to finally go on the Rock of Ages hike , but that didn’t happen. Once we accepted the fact that we weren’t going to be able to go hiking that day, we decided to still try and make the most of our day, so we headed over to Shari’s.

Following our eventful time at Shari’s, where there were teenage kids running around the diner like 8-year-old children and screaming children withe parents that didn’t seem to care, as we ate in awe. We start driving around looking for things to fill our day with and we stumble upon a shelter, so we decide to go in and see if we can look at some dogs. That was quite unsuccessful considering there was only one dog there that they would let us see but we could hear the barks of other puppies. So, we began driving around the Hillsboro area and we noticed all the murals that were all over on all the buildings. We decided to stop at as many as we could and take pictures of them.


We got so sidetracked that we forgot that we wanted to go out to The Venetian for dinner. Just like always, that didn’t happen either. Instead, we continued to explore Hillsboro, we went in all the toy shops and spent about half an hour looking at this Goodwill-style antique shop.


This concluded our Saturday, and nothing went like how it was supposed to but that’s fine because we still managed to have a great time.

Just Another National Title

By Hannah August, senior & Racquetball team member, and Anna Lorati, sophomore & Racquetball team member


Beaverton High School’s Racquetball team went to the national tournament during the last weekend in February. Bottom line: we killed it. Beaverton took first in girls, second in boys, and FIRST OVERALL in the nation! It was a lot of fun spending time together as a team; supporting each other and playing lots of racquetball.


It feels very rewarding to be a part of a team and support one another. Most people played between 2 and 6 matches a day,so all of us would hop around to different matches to cheer on our friends. We also discovered some of the best places to nap. The squash courts and the pool deck were the prime spots to take a little snooze.


We are both sad that it is over because it one of the best parts of the racquetball season. Spending time with our closest friends, getting to know people from other schools around the nation, and kicking butt in matches are what make this one of the best weeks of the year!


A Cure for the Spring Break Blues

By Celia Boyer, junior


Hey Beavers, don’t have any Spring Break plans yet? Here are some of the places everyone is going to next week.

Of course there is fun yet slightly cliche Palm Springs ( Even though everyone makes a point to go here, it’s beautiful place if you’re in the mood for sun and a relaxing spring break.

If you want to go somewhere closer, just a three-hour drive away is Bend ( The mountains are beautiful and filled with exciting, fun people just like you. Also, I can honestly say downtown Bend is beautiful and the locals are great.

If you need any other travel help last-minute, travel mega-sites such as Kayak (, Expedia (, and Travelocity ( offer a bunch of information for easy comparison of airfares, car rentals, cruises, hotels and last-minute bargains – all organized to make travel-planning simple and convenient. Each site also offers apps for all mobile platforms (iPhone, Android, Windows), available for free download. I have personally used most of these sites and love them!

So, if you’re like me and always wait last minute to pick the perfect vacation, check out these locations or website, and I’m sure you’ll have a great break!

Forecast: Softball Success

By Tatjana Schroder, senior & varsity softball athlete


Here at Beaverton High School, we are now about 2 weeks into spring sports. Let me tell you, it’s been wet couple weeks! I’m going to be writing about the varsity softball team today. Actually, we have a game this afternoon at home against The Dalles. Woohoo, GO BEAVS!
But honestly what this is about is how much we have grown as a team and this is the year for us. We have 2 senior pitchers, along with a senior outfielder and myself the 3rd baseman. The rest of the 7 positions on the team and filled with all around talented players.


In the past 3 years our team has grown as a whole so much, with everyone becoming so tight and always having team bonding activities on the weekends…team bonding meaning messing with the baseball players, because why not?!


I’m excited to see where this softball season will take us. I hope to make it past the first round of playoffs. The team goal this season is to beat Westview. They are the best Metro League team, with Abby Greer as their starting pitcher.

LAX Goal: Champions

By Evan Barnard, senior & Lacrosse team member


Three years ago the Beaverton Boys’ Lacrosse team had the best season they have ever had since the program has started. They made it all the way to the final four, where they ended up losing to the eventual state champs, Lakeridge. Even though the all of the players were upset that they had lost the game, they still had smiles on their faces because they knew that they had proven to the entire state that Beaverton Lacrosse was no longer a joke.


Sadly, that same season, we graduated 18 Seniors, so we knew that these next couple of seasons were going to be rebuilding years. Luckily for us the classes of 2016 and 2017 were both very strong, and there were three freshman (Nate O, Carter O, and Evan B) on the team in 2013 who were more than ready to step up and take over their previous teammates responsibilities as leaders of the team.

The seasons of 2014 & 2015 weren’t as successful as the 2013 season, but still, they were much better than any of Beaverton’s seasons in years past. And if we are being completely honest everyone kinda new that those weren’t going to be the best seasons. But everyone was kinda okay with it because they knew that the 2016 season would be something to remember.


This year, the varsity team consists of 18 seniors, 8 juniors, 2 sophomores, and 1 freshman. Also most of the senior class has been playing lacrosse together since the fifth grade. Most of us grew up together and were a force to be reckoned with. Then when high school came around the team split up because some of us quiet and some went on to other schools. This year most of the kids who left or quit are back. With seniors Nate Oekerman, Carter Olsen, and Evan Barnard leading the team, everyone in the state better have their eyes out for this Beaverton team because they are coming for a state championship and we aren’t messing around.

Inside the Mind of an Actor ON OPENING NIGHT

By Samuel Manilla, senior


Author’s Note: Recently, Beaverton High School Theater put on a production of The Breakfast Club. I decided on Opening Night to write down my inner thoughts as the play went on, and to turn it into a chronicle of opening night for people to enjoy. Hopefully through this mediocre story people can have at least a vague understanding of what makes Theater such a fun activity.


The clock strikes 5:00, and suddenly everyone around me is freaking out. The Director is yelling, stagehands are running around, and actors are panicking. Everybody is bumping into each other, fighting for elbow room, the Pepsi Room suddenly turning into a can of half-naked sardines. For you see, tonight is Opening Night.


For the past three months, the cast and crew of BHS’s The Breakfast Club has been working tirelessly on getting this play to happen. Blood, sweat, tears, spit, duct tape, free time, fingernails, probably some hair, I think a goat or two; all of these things and more have been sacrificed in order to get this play up and running. Weeks of rehearsals all leading up to this one critical moment, the moment when all of our dreams come true and we immortalize ourselves (for better or worse) in the Theatre of Beaverton High School.

I don my parachute khakis (named because they are about 12 sizes too large for my slender frame, and look like MC Hammer’s trousers), and gather my coat and button-up shirt. Much to the chagrin of my fellow actors, I refuse to put my shirt on until I have been makeup-ed and mic-ed (because I don’t want to get makeup on my outfit, and getting a microphone put on required me to take off my shirt anyway, it all makes perfect sense; or maybe I just enjoy weirding out my co stars), so I wander with an exposed upper body, receiving comments of “Put a shirt on!,” and “Dude, eat a sandwich, you look like a skeleton.” I’m obviously well-liked in the drama department.

It’s time for hair and makeup. I run a brush through my hair, attempting to attain maximum poofage, and then I sit in a chair so my Director and friend, Kayla Hunter, can give me the hair of a stressed-out 40-year-old. I sit as still as possible while she anoints my hair with what I assume to be grey spray paint in a jar. Next comes makup, which is handled by my Stage Manager and friend, Megahn Distifeno. She commands me with the intensity of an irritated valkyrie, ordering me to shift my face into expression after weird expression, so as to get an even distribution of makeup. By the end of the whole process, I look like Robert DeNiro (greyed and wrinkled, but still good looking).


After makeup comes Mics and Mic Checks, a process handled my my friend and fellow band geek Sarah Guenther. She helps me attach the Mic to my face by sticking a large piece of medical tape on my cheek (this sounds very innocent, but medical tape is very sticky, and seems to get some sort of sick sadistic thrill from tearing out hair when pulled off of skin). I am somewhat relieved to be able to put my shirt back on at this point, because it’s very cold in the auditorium, and I don’t have much body fat.

The clock strikes 6:15, which means it’s time for Kudos (which I can’t tell you about; it’s classified). After Kudos we have about 30 minutes to go through our assorted pre-show rituals and socialise with our co stars. I take some time and listen to my GET PUMPED music, go through some vocal warm ups, and then meander around while joking with my friend Devin Miller, who is going to be playing Brian tonight. We help each other get over our pre-show nerves, but honestly we’re both doing quite well compared to some of our more fresh-faced co stars. Kayla gathers everyone together for a pep talk, but is so sick she has pretty much no enthusiasm (but it’s okay, she tried her best and that’s what matters).


Suddenly, and without warning, the death bell tolls; “Places!” screams Megahn. We all fall deathly silent, and make our way to the stage. I bid my co stars a fond “break a leg!” and disappear to the little blue corner of the stage that is my office. The curtain slides open slightly, and Kayla and Megahn take the stage to give the play’s introduction. The crowd roars with delight, and Kayla gives her speech about how hard we’ve worked for this moment, and about how phones should be turned off during the performance.

The lights dim, and Ken (The Criminal), Claire (The Princess), Nate (The Athlete), Devin (The Brain), and Emma (The Basket Case) take the stage in their weird, uncomfortable poses. Devin recites his opening monologue, nailing every single word with precision and finesse, the whole speech culminating to that one amazing line: “We were brainwashed.” The crowd applauses as the lights go down, everybody rushing to their spots. I pick up my pencil and start doodling on the paper I have sitting on my desk, attempting to give the illusion that I’m doing important work, when I’m actually just drawing pictures of unicorns and writing lyrics from songs I know.


The lights come back up and my body tenses, waiting anxiously for my cue to get out of my chair. Claire, accompanied by Nick (who portrays Bender of the other cast, but tonight is portraying Claire’s father), walk onstage and give their opening schpiel. Nick exits and I hear Savannah’s elegantly shrill voice resonating throughout the auditorium, giving the first line of her and Devin’s opening dialogue:


S: Is this the first or the last time we do this?

D: Last…

S: Well get in there and use that time to your advantage.

D: But we’re not allowed to do anything! We have to just sit there and do nothing!

S: Well mister, you find a way to study!

Savannah exits and Devin makes his way on to the stage. Next come Nate and Cole, who give off an air of testosterone-fueled contempt for one another (which is quite a testament to their acting skills; they’re both very nice people, and get along quite well). Cole exits, and Nate walks to his seat on stage. After a few seconds of suspenseful silence, Ken stomps his way up the back stairs, and obnoxiously takes his seat onstage.

It’s at this moment that I get up from my chair, exit my office, and approach the library door. I feel a strange sensation wash over me, which I can only describe as “Zen, but in the sense that you’re about to fight a bear.” I open the library door and take the stage, finally looking at the crowd- holy crap, that’s a lot of people. My palms are sweating, but I don’t get deterred, slowly and methodically walking downstage, shifting my scowl from the audience to the cast. I utter my first line, “Well, well, here we are…” and suddenly, I realize something horrifying… I have to pee.

I suppress my bladder by sheer force of will, and finish the scene with a final scowl at Ken before exiting the library. As I turn toward my exit point I hear a shrill scream come from the audience: “WOO!! SAM!!!” … that would be my mother, who apparently doesn’t understand that we are at a play, not a baseball game. Regardless of my cynicism, I still have to stop myself from grinning at knowing my parents are in attendance.

I return to my office and heave a sigh of relief, knowing I didn’t screw anything up. Then, all of a sudden, I forget my next cue. After about 4 seconds of panic, I suddenly remember it again, and all is right with the world. I sit in my small, blue office, doodling on my scrap of paper, drinking my non-existent coffee, and listening to my co stars do things on the other side of the stage. I chuckle heartily at lines such as “I am a walrus,” “You’re pretty sexy when you’re angry,” and of course “Hot Beef Injection.”

After a few minutes, I hear my cue to get up and leave my office. I slam the office door behind me, and meander over to my next spot, behind the library door. I take this opportunity to converse with my friend Alma Romero, who is in charge of operating the library door (a very important task, central to the success of the whole play). We joke about something stupid, probably just laughing about how large my trousers are, when Ken suddenly approaches the library door. He fiddles with one of the hinges, before running back to his seat and starting his screaming match with Nate. Alma slams the door shut behind him, and I take my position, ready to wrench the door open and start my screaming match with mister Cavanaugh. I hear my cue, “SHUT UP!”; it’s go time.


I angrily storm the stage, screaming first, then becoming eerily calm. I pace the stage like a shark stalking its prey, glaring at each actor individually, demanding information about the closed library door. The scene goes quite well from this point on, with the entire cast hitting their lines nearly perfectly. Ken and I launch into our “fighting for dominance” dialogue, the tension becoming so thick you could cut it with a knife. After what feels like an eternity of being face-to-face with Ken, I return to my office, and the scene ends with a final “SCREW YOU!” from Ken before the lights go down.

The next few scenes go well, with very little going wrong. In fact, aside from one slip from one of the actors and a can of soda exploding in Emma’s face, it all went smoother than a decorative ball of mud. Now it’s time for the setup for one of my favorite parts of the whole play: The Running Scene. I gracefully spill my nonexistent coffee on myself, declare “Oh, crap!,” and make my way downstage until I’m walking right past the audience. I mutter angrily to myself as I stomp across the auditorium to my hiding spot, where I watch and wait patiently for my next cue. I can’t help but smile at the other actors getting their peeking-around-the-corner-while-stacked-on-top-of-each-other thing right, and I watch as they make their way around the auditorium to Ken’s locker. Upon hearing the line “Do you approve of this?” I exit my hiding spot and start meandering towards the nearest aisle. From behind me I hear Nate exclaim “Oh, F-!” as Devin slams his hand over Nate’s mouth to silence the inevitable expletive. With that statement, the music starts up and I turn around and take a nice, leisurely stroll around the auditorium, occasionally stopping to harass or joke with an audience member. The music cuts out and Ken begins singing his song “I WANT TO BE AN AIRBORNE RANGER…” cueing me to start angrily running around the auditorium screaming, before making the final confrontation of the first act. I grab Ken by the collar of his shirt, and shove him back to the stage, muttering angrily under my breath. The lights dim, and Intermission begins.

I spend intermission backstage with the rest of the cast, laughing and freaking out about how big the audience is. I take a moment to enjoy a Salted Nut Roll (which are surprisingly tasty), gifted to me by the man, the myth, the legend himself, Mr. Jason Sarmiento, who shares my liking of the oddly-named Salted Nut Roll. After finishing my treat, I have a few more minutes to get back in the zone before having to be back on stage. I drink some water, laugh with Devin, do a little dance, and take my place behind the Library door. After a few moments, Ken joins me behind the Library door while everyone else gets in their spots on stage. The lights go down and the curtains open. I take a hold of the Library door handle with my right hand, and firmly grasp Ken’s shirt collar with my left. The lights come up and I throw the door open, shove Ken into the Library, and command him to “Get your stuff, let’s go.” I yell at him about his “I don’t care” attitude, before telling his fellow actors about how much of a failure he’ll be.

I drag Ken out of the Library and into my office where I start yelling at him, telling him how he’ll be a failure who never amounts to anything, before finally threatening to beat him up. I then throw off my jacket and start trying to entice him to fight me. I throw a punch at him but pull back at the last second, causing him to flinch and look like a weakling. I turn around, pick up my jacket, and exit the office. The lights go down, and Ken rushes backstage to be ready for his next scene.

I reenter my office, sit at my desk, and wait for Ken to come crashing back on stage. Upon hearing his line “I forgot my pencil” I stand up, exclaim “God dammit!” and storm out of my office, slamming the door behind me. Backstage, between my office’s door and the Library door, I lift up the back of my jacket so my friend Maggie Campbell (who is portraying Carla, the janitor of the play) can stuff a handful of toilet paper down the back of my pants, leaving me with a toilet paper tail. I storm the stage, and say what may be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever said: “What was that ruckus?” Throughout the whole scene I do my best to keep my hips squared directly toward the audience so as not to spoil the joke of me having toilet paper sticking out of my pants. After a bout of confused yelling, I utter my final line of the scene “I will not be made a fool of,” turn around, and quickly walk out of the library. I hear the audience laughing behind me, and can’t help but grin stupidly at the toilet-based joke (yes, I’m immature).

After pulling the toilet paper from my rear, I walk off stage and take my place in the Basement, next to the filing cabinet in front of the audience. I hear the “brownie”-fueled giggling of my co stars, and wait patiently for one of my other favorite moments in the show: The Athlete’s Dance. The music starts up, and I hear Nate jump onstage. I can’t look around, so I can only imagine what is going on behind me based on the audience’s laughter (I like to imagine it goes something like this).

The music dies down, and the lights come up on me. I recite my line making fun of a student’s mental illness, and Maggie joins me in the Basement. She questions my reasons for looking through confidential files, before extorting $50 out of me. The Basement lights go down, and the lights on stage come back up.

The scene progresses behind me, when suddenly Maggie reappears in the Basement, holding two Root Beers. She hands one to me, and we start quietly ad-libbing about how much the kids suck. We set up our little hanging-out furniture (two metal stools and a small table made of plywood) and sit down. We continue our ad-libbing, until we hear the final lines of the scene going on behind us, when Maggie looks me dead in the eye and says “I’m selling dead batteries, free of charge.” I somehow manage to stay in character while we chuckle together as our lights come up. We both take a swig of our Root Beers, being so in sync that the audience starts laughing at us, causing me to want to laugh more. Maggie and I go through our scene, somehow managing to keep our laughter suppressed. Once the lights go back down we walk backstage, where I let out a hearty belch (the Root Beer was very fizzy) and take a seat, as I no longer show up in the play.


The rest of the show goes very well, with the actors putting such emotion into their lines it reduced some audience members to tears. The actors say their final line together: “Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club” and put their fists in the air (a la Judd Nelson at the end of the movie). The lights go down and the audience erupts into thunderous applause, standing up in their seats and cheering for such a quality performance. We all take the stage for our bows, and then go backstage for our post-performance ritual (which, sadly, is classified) before running screaming through the halls to greet our friends awaiting us outside the auditorium. We all receive hugs, flowers, and applause from friends and family and people who don’t even know who we are. I spot my parents through the crowd and wave hello, before weaving through the crowd to speak to them. They state how good the show was (I’m pretty sure my dad was on the verge of tears, so that was cool) and congratulate me on my performance. After a few more minutes of talking to people I return backstage, take off my mic and costume, and get ready for one of my favorite BHS Theatre traditions: Dinner at Shari’s with the cast. We spend the next few hours eating and laughing together, all of us excited for the next few performances. Slowly but surely we all trickle out of the restaurant and return to our homes, drained both emotionally and physically, ready for a good night’s rest.


Other Author’s Note: Looking back on this night fills me with excitement and terror as the emotions I felt that night come flooding back to me. Theater has provided me with an amazing performing outlet, and introduced to remarkable, talented people that I might not have ever known existed if I hadn’t joined Theater. Be it Band, Choir, Theater, or just doing something stupid on video with your friends, I highly recommend giving performance art a shot; I realize it’s not for everyone, but who knows? You might enjoy it.

A Forever Oregonian: To Be or Not to Be

By Cortlandt Nelsen, senior