When I was younger, I used the same cup every night to brush my teeth. One night I drank from it and spit it out in disgust. There was soap in my cup; I had been sabotaged. I ran to my mom and said, “Mom! There’s soap in my cup!” She didn’t believe me, I’m not sure why. For weeks I struggled in silence. What was I to do, get another cup? Absolutely not. Eventually, my brother admitted to putting soap in my cup, and my mom made him apologize. I couldn’t hear him. All I thought was: ‘I won’.
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Violet Knyal, Coverage Report Manager and Staff Assistant
My name is Violet Knyal, I am a senior at Community High School and this is my third semester on communicator staff. In addition to being a full time student I am a varsity coxswain on the Skyline Crew team and I am a two time state champion and recently I ranked 12th in the JV 4+ at Scholastic Nationals. Academically I am passionate in the study of phytopathology and how plant disease treatment affects sustainable farming and global health.