JON ANKENBAUER
For about six years, Jon Ankenbauer used to practice his guitar everyday until something amazing happened. Instead of practice feeling like work, playing the guitar became more like second nature.
“Now I just look at something and I can just play it.” Ankenbauer, a junior at CHS, is a multi-instrument user with exclusive experience in using the guitar. His main inspiration is the works of Craig “Craigafer” Mabbit. This 22-year-old, straight out of Glendale, Arizona, is a “guitar hero” in his metal rock band “Escape the Fate.” His guitar solos and vocalist styles have inspired Ankenbauer to push himself to new heights.
With a hand full of strings and a heart filled with music, he started his own band. They practiced regularly and had a good sound, he said. Ankenbauer’s vision was in full swing. The success of this band did not last. He said that the band fell their separate ways. “Everyone just bailed on me,” he sighed.
He remains hopeful. He still takes a major interest in music, though not playing guitar as often. He still has several other instrumental talents under his belt. WHAT ELSE?

TICARRA MCGUIRE
Ticarra McGuire, a senior at CHS, thinks that her cats can talk. Not a lot, but enough to raise an eyebrow or two. McGuire shares a close relationship with her three cats. She states playfully that she “just likes to pick them up and snuggle with them.” Her special bond with her feline companions raises questions about how much her “super cats” may talk. Nonetheless, she is sticking to her claims. “If you try to pick them up, they say ‘No’,” she said. “Also, if you ask the right questions, they might say, ‘Yes’,” she laughed.
McGuire was unable to produce any evidence of her talking cats. The Bloc suspects that she may be inventing this story because she spends too much time in Milwaukee, a city she does not leave even to reconnect with her vast family. “I went to Chicago a couple of times, but don’t go much now,” she said
“We don’t have family reunions. There’s just too many of us.” Even though she has a very stationary existence in Milwaukee, that doesn’t mean she isn’t a “bag of interesting\.” For starters, thanks to an event in which her cousin pushed her off of an 2nd story porch, (“It’s ok I landed on my butt,”) caused her fear of heights. This, however, does not stop her from riding roller coasters every now and then.
“I do go down….with my eyes closed,” she laughed. She also had a bad experience on a see-through elevator.
“We were really high up and I could see all the way down. That was scary!” she exclaimed. Less scary, we are to assume, than a talking cat.

Donavan Lay
A sophomore at Community High School, Donovan Lay had a particular event that did not make sense to him. It started when Lay was walking by an alternative school and spotted his cousin who had managed to enter the building. Having nothing else better to do, Lay decided to enter with his cousin. They entered a room and searched around for any valuables. In a rush Lay took whatever was in sight and left.
A few days later while sitting in class, listening to the teacher’s lecture, there was a sudden knock on the door. Behind the door were two police officers. They were looking for “a Donavan Lay”. Anger and embarrassment ran through him as people asked him why and what had happened. He was taken to his locker to confiscate the item that he stole; a computer chip. However, the police found nothing. “I thought nothing of the chip so I threw it away,” says Lay.
“I didn’t think it would catch up to me,” Lay explains. “I was surprised. It was like I was the only person that this could be happening to. I felt like giving up.” After the incident, Lay has set his path and goals for his life. He plans on becoming a lawyer and getting a football scholarship. But right now he has joined a basketball team and is trying hard in school to get his grades up so he can ge out of high school as soon as possible.

Charnea Triggs
Many people have seen and witnessed things they wish they had never seen. Charnea Triggs, a sophomore at CHS, her incident occurred right across the street of her house. It happened during the summer in the middle of July. Triggs and her little brother were playing outside when an argument broke out between two males. She had no interest in their arguments and thought nothing of it. While the two where arguing Triggs and her sibling entered their home to helped their mother prepare dinner. When her assistance was no longer needed, she went to the front porch. The argument seemed to have stopped, and everything seemed to be at ease. She sat on a chair and just watched the cars and strangers walk pass by her house.
By evening a car drove up to the house across the street. The man that was arguing from before came off his porch and approached the car offensively and began to act aggressively to the four people in the car. Suddenly a couple loud shots echoed around the block and the man fell in agonizing pain, crying for help. The car drove off recklessly at a high speed trying to escape the scene. Charinea was stunned, realizing that she just witnessed a man getting shot in the leg. She dashed into the house and told her mother, who then called the police. “I was scared,” says Triggs. “I was shaking. I was scared I was going to get shot.”

Lovell King
Lovell King, a freshman at CHS, has possibly had one of the most humorous moments in his past.
It happened a couple years ago, when King was at the age of nine or ten. It was early in the afternoon, during the weekends when he was with his cousins. As they hung around, they decided to climb onto the rooftop of his cousin’s garage using a ladder. And out of amusement, they decided to play a game of tag.
He was running from his cousins, who were “it” and tried to avoid getting tagged. However, he found himself trapped as he backed into the corner of the garage roof. As they pursued him he had forgotten there was no ground under him to step on. He ended up falling.
Luckily, the garbage cans were there to cushion his fall. As a result he gained a minor back pain that lasted for a several days. “I didn’t cry,” said King. “I was cool.”