Cheers to the wonderful weather Georgia has been recently and will continue to have. Peachtree City, along with most of Georgia, is expected to experience weather in the high 80s and low 60s. About time, right?
Cheers to high school field trips. Unlike elementary school, high school has few to no field trips. However, students in AP Art History and AP World History get to take a trip to the High Museum of Art, and our journalists get to take a trip to Atlanta Motor Speedway. Congrats on your freedom for a few hours.
Congrats on your freedom for a few hours.
Cheers to Taylor Swift performing her Eras Tour in Mexico. Editor Crista Alarcon-Suarez recalled the experience as unique and exciting. To be honest, however, several of us at The Prowler believe Taylor Swift is a little overrated.
Cheers to sleep. All kinds. From cat naps to deep sleep, sleep is awesome and anyone who says otherwise is wrong. Besides, what can be better than recharging with a snooze and good dreams?
Cheers to the new Chick-fil-A meal and drinks options. They recently came out with a new sandwich called a honey pepper pimento chicken sandwich that pairs with the caramel crumble milkshake. Unfortunately, these options are a seasonal fall option and will be gone after November 11.
Jeers to Hurricane Idalia headed this way. Sure, we get cold weather, but at what cost? Rain. That’s what.
Sure, we get cold weather, but at what cost?
Jeers to only four football home games this year. Panther Pride shines brightest at the Panther Stadium, so why plan for the majority of games to take place at other schools?
Jeers to crowded places. No one likes being pushed around next to hot, smelly people. Unfortunately, the student section at Panther Stadium is no stranger to pushing, yelling, and stinky people. Can’t we enjoy the game without feeling claustrophobic and being yelled at?
Jeers to being tired on Mondays. I wish I could be sleeping in, but instead I have to be at school by 8:30 a.m. Usually that’s when I’d be waking up.
Jeers to voice cracks. The terrible throat goblin that only decides to show itself when you are presenting in a room full of 12-year-old boys that think it is funny to hear you go through puberty. Like seriously, you could not have chosen a better time to make me sound like a squeaky toy?