5 Signs You Went To Hazleton Area High School

5 Signs You Went To Hazleton Area High School

Once a Cougar, always a Cougar. I am a proud alumna of HAHS and I wouldn't change where I came from because it pushed me to be where I am.
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Once a Cougar, always a Cougar. I hated my high school years but I can say there are signs I went to HAHS. Hazleton Area High School leaves its stamps on you. You have memories of the sounds of the slamming lockers, the crowded hallways, and the chatter of teachers and students heading to class. You see pictures from the past and you either wince, smile, or feel nothing but you can't help but remember. Here are 5 signs you went to HAHS:

SEE ALSO: 13 Signs You're From Hazleton

1. Football - Go Cougars!

Band was super important. Band actually made you cool, contraire to popular belief.

If you didn't love the football team then you were the outcast. Everyone went to at least once game whether it was for band, the actual game, or the endless walking in circles around the field. You more than likely didn't care if we won or lost, though we usually lost. Football brought the whole school together because it was the only thing to do that wasn't illegal.

2. The Dress Code - Ugh.

Basically my outfit everyday of high school.

The dress code was implemented when I was in elementary school but everyone saw it as a joke. You knew all the loopholes by high school and laughed when a teacher actually tried to enforce it. School pride hoodies were the best loophole because you got to be comfy and the girls had an excuse to not wear a bra because no one could tell under it. Oh wait, was that just me? You also wore leggings because they are totally pants. I think even the teachers thought dress code was stupid because you rarely got called on it.

3. Drug powder or sugar powder?

Honestly, I'm still unsure what it was. I hope sugar.

You would be sitting in class and the stoner walks in and you smell it. Luckily, you didn't sit next to him but the smell of weed filled the classroom and you pitied those seated closer to him/her. You would walk in the bathroom and see smoke flowing from the stalls. It was a normal Monday and you barely thought twice about it, even if you were truly unsure if the kids were snorting sugar (yes, they actually did that) or some sort of drug.

4. Mr. Petrone And His Announcements.

"I like you!"

You'd be sitting in class, minding your own business barely paying attention and then the loud speaker would come on. Mr. Petrone, our head principle, would make these long, random speeches that were so funny but you knew he wasn't trying to be funny. The announcements were usually about kids starting trouble or basic "keep up the good work." The best part of his speeches was how he would end each and every announcement with the declaration, "I like you!" Everyone would snicker and roll their eyes because it was so out of place and so forced. Mr. Petrone didn't know half of us but he always tried to make you feel special and important. He was a wonderful principle and if there is anything I miss about HAHS it's the teachers and Mr. Petrone. He gave me some pretty hilarious memories of his announcements and in one he may or may not have said, "Fuck." To our young, stupid minds it was hilarious...well, it still is.

5. The Classes and Teachers Who Always Cared.

People can say what they want about HAHS but it was a good school. No, it was a great school education wise. The teachers gave their all to make sure they showed you as much individual attention as they could in the overcrowded school. When the bullying program was introduced it was an important and bold move, even if it was flawed. It showed they cared. They wanted you to be happy and safe in a school where it was easy to get lost in the crowd. We were one of the only schools that had so many electives. Hazleton prepared me for choosing college courses efficiently. The teachers were caring and used what they had, even when they were limited by rules they shouldn't have to abide by. The teachers helped me in more ways than they will ever know and know that you (the teacher) may not know it right now but you are helping another student like me. So thank you and keep helping students achieve their goals, maybe even their dreams.

Once a Cougar, always a Cougar. I am a proud alumna of HAHS and I wouldn't change where I came from because it pushed me to be where I am. Where am I? Happy, healthy and ready to graduate a top-tier college, all due to HAHS.

Cover Image Credit: Catherine Urbanski

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5 Things I Learned While Being A CNA

It's more than just $10 an hour. It is priceless.
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If I asked you to wipe someone's butt for $10 would you do it? If I asked you to give a shower to a blind, mentally confused person for $10 would you do it? If I asked you to simply wear a shirt stained with feces that was not your own for 12+ hours for $10 would you do it?

You probably wouldn't do it. I do it every day. During the course of one hour I change diapers, give showers to those who can no longer bathe themselves, feed mouths that sometimes can no longer speak and show love to some that do not even know I am there all for ten dollars.

I am a certified nursing assistant.

My experiences while working as a CNA have made me realize a few things that I believe every person should consider, especially those that are in the medical field.

1. The World Needs More People To Care

Working as a nursing assistant is not my only source of income. For the past year I have also worked as a waitress. There are nights that I make triple the amount while working as a waitress for 6 hours than I make while taking care of several lives during a 12 hour shift. Don't get me wrong, being a waitress is not a piece of cake. I do, however, find it upsetting that people care more about the quality of their food than the quality of care that human beings are receiving. I think the problem with the world is that we need to care more or more people need to start caring.

2. I Would Do This Job For Free

One of my teachers in high school said "I love my job so much, if I didn't have to pay bills, I would do it for free." I had no clue what this guy was talking about. He would work for free? He would teach drama filled, immature high school students for free? He's crazy.

I thought he was crazy until I became a CNA. Now I can honestly say that this is a job I would do for free. I would do it for free? I'd wipe butts for free? I must be crazy.

There is a very common misconception that I am just a butt-wiper, but I am more than that. I save lives!

Every night I walk into work with a smile on my face at 5:00 PM, and I leave with a grin plastered on my face from ear to ear every morning at 5:30 AM. These people are not just patients, they are my family. I am the last face they see at night and the first one they talk to in the morning.

3. Eat Dessert First

Eat your dessert first. My biggest pet peeve is when I hear another CNA yell at another human being as if they are being scolded. One day I witnessed a co-worker take away a resident's ice cream, because they insisted the resident needed to "get their protein."

Although that may be true, we are here to take care of the patients because they can't do it themselves. Residents do not pay thousands of dollars each month to be treated as if they are pests. Our ninety-year-old patients do not need to be treated as children. Our job is not to boss our patients around.

This might be their last damn meal and you stole their ice cream and forced them to eat a tasteless cafeteria puree.

Since that day I have chosen to eat desserts first when I go out to eat. The next second of my life is not promised. Yes, I would rather consume an entire dessert by myself and be too full to finish my main course, than to eat my pasta and say something along the lines of "No, I'll pass on cheesecake. I'll take the check."

A bowl of ice cream is not going to decrease the length of anyone's life any more than a ham sandwich is going to increase the length of anyone's life. Therefore, I give my patients their dessert first.

4. Life Goes On

This phrase is simply a phrase until life experience gives it a real meaning. If you and your boyfriend break up or you get a bad grade on a test life will still continue. Life goes on.

As a health care professional you make memories and bonds with patients and residents. This summer a resident that I was close to was slowly slipping away. I knew, the nurses knew and the family knew. Just because you know doesn't mean that you're ready. I tried my best to fit in a quick lunch break and even though I rushed to get back, I was too late. The nurse asked me to fulfill my duty to carry on with post-mortem care. My eyes were filled with tears as I gathered my supplies to perform the routine bed bath. I brushed their hair one last time, closed their eye lids and talked to them while cleansing their still lifeless body. Through the entire process I talked and explained what I was doing as I would if my patient were still living.

That night changed my life.

How could they be gone just like that? I tried to collect my thoughts for a moment. I broke down for a second before *ding* my next call. I didn't have a moment to break down, because life goes on.

So, I walked into my next residents room and laughed and joked with them as I normally would. I put on a smile and I probably gave more hugs that night than I normally do.

That night I learned something. Life goes on, no matter how bad you want it to just slow down. Never take anything for granted.

5. My Patients Give My Life Meaning

My residents gave my life a new meaning. I will never forget the day I worked twelve hours and the person that was supposed to come in for me never showed up. I needed coffee, rest, breakfast or preferably all of the above. I recall feeling exasperated and now I regret slightly pondering to myself "Should I really be spending my summer like this?" Something happened that changed my view on life completely. I walked into a resident's room and said "Don't worry it's not Thursday yet", since I had told her on that Tuesday morning that she wouldn't see me until I worked again on Thursday. She laughed and exclaimed "I didn't think so, but I didn't want to say anything," she chuckled and then she smiled at me again before she said, "Well... I am glad you're still here." The look on her face did nothing less than prove her words to be true. That's when I realized that I was right where I needed to be.

Yes, I was exhausted. Yes, I needed caffeine or a sufficient amount of sleep. My job is not just a job. My work is not for a paycheck. My residents mean more to me than any amount of money.

I don't mind doing what I do for $10; because you can't put a price on love. The memories that I have with my patients are priceless.


Cover Image Credit: Mackenzie Rogers

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I Dropped A Class My First Semester Of College, But That Doesn't Make Me Any Less Of A Student

Seriously, course loads in college are intense.

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It's October, midterms are rolling around, and so is the stress of keeping up your grades. In some classes, you may have an insane number of extra credit opportunities, or you may be taking classes that are meant to be GPA boosters. Unlike these scenarios, I am not.

I am a science major, biochemistry to be more specific, and my course load is intense. Recommended courses to take during your first semester in order to stay on track are Biology 1201, Chemistry 1201, and Math 1550 (calculus), as well as other courses such as biology lab, possibly a foreign language or general education course, or another class that takes a large amount of your time and dedication such as a band course or anything extracurricular.

All that being said, I am a first-year undergraduate student trying to juggle 17-course hours, as well as obstacles outside of the classroom. Now realize, to be considered a full-time student, you only have to schedule 12 hours. Yes, you read that correctly, 12, and I am attempting 17.

Initially, I did not think this was a horrible idea being that I was not a bad student in high school. I came into college thinking 17 hours wasn't going to be insanely difficult, just an adjustment that I would have to get used to.

Boy, was I wrong...

I am the first person to admit when I am struggling in something but to also admit I hate bothering someone for help. I will sit and struggle trying to teach myself before even remotely thinking about talking to someone else for help.

Because of this, I began to fall behind in multiple classes because I really could not handle taking 17 hours in my first semester. Luckily, withdrawing from a course is an option and also is not frowned upon at my university, nor did my parents have an issue with me dropping a class and deciding to take it at a later time.

So, the week of midterms, I decided Calculus was just too much for me to juggle on top of all of my other courses too. After dropping this course I will go from taking 17 hours to 12 hours. Yes, I will have gone from taking the max number of hours a first-semester freshman can take, to taking the minimum number of hours for anyone to be a full-time student at Louisiana State University.

In doing this, I have gotten a lot of questions as to why I am choosing to withdraw from the course. Why not just push through it and keep going?

Let's be real. In the long scheme of things, I cannot allow a course that I admittedly struggle in to take my attention away from other courses in which I will ultimately fall behind in all of them. Also, ANY medical school (my goal) would much rather see a W on a transcript and then the course is taken again and passed, rather than it being failed and taken again along with a GPA below their liking.

So, before you go off judging people for taking a W in a course or thinking you are just that much better than them because you never have, think of the possibilities as to WHY they may have needed to withdraw. Why ruin your GPA over one course? I didn't.

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