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There Will Be A Day

"Alex! Time to close up!" The tall, bulky, bearded man yelled up at the chamber where Alex was stargazing. He often spent time there, just to let out some steam, or sleep, but mostly to stargaze. Being locked up in a small cubicle all day was no way for a fourteen year old boy to spend five years of his life, but Alex had, and he planned on doing it for his whole life if he could... just to get a chance to be out there. In the cold, strange vacuum called space. That was where Alex had made his home, as he drifted in a giant collection of cubicle-like rooms tumbling outside of Earth's pollution-ridden atmosphere. When he was eight, back when he still lived on Earth, he was orphaned, hungry, and like nearly everyone else, sick. But the opportunity to work in the highly dangerous A6 Hover space shuttle gave him a gateway to a new life. Alex pounced like a starved cat upon finding a plump mouse as soon as he heard he was eligible. He still did not truly understand why he was “eligible,” but he didn't care. He was alive, healthy, and had a job. That was more than a lot to ask for when ground-hugging Earth dwellers often could not afford the luxury of work. Alex ran down to Hugo, the bulky warden of the A6 Hover who ran the giant cube. Hugo single-handedly operated the huge satellite that provided all data to Earth about the Earth itself. The A6 Hover provided all internet connection, wifi, forecasts, and warnings to Earth. It was invaluable. That was why Alex was needed, because even though he didn't know it himself, he was remarkably smart, and according to Hugo, he was also remarkably late to everything. That was because of all the time Alex spent in one of the six outlook chambers positioned on each side of the A6 Hover. He sprinted down the rickety ladder on Side 6 of the satellite and nearly concussed himself on the floor when he slipped on a slick spot on the already slimy metal floor that reeked with an alcoholis stench. Side 6 was not the prettiest part of the A6 Hover, but it got the job done. Alex got himself together and hustled over to Hugo, who was standing around the corner. "Guess the time, squirt," Hugo spat. "It ain't no party here, Al. You gotta' get movin' or else yer gonna' hafta' do the squirm shift again." At this Alex's face paled, and Hugo guffawed heartily. The squirm shift was what everyone on board the A6 Hover called bathroom-cleaning duty, and on a satellite speeding around the Earth it wasn't just disgusting, but it was also dangerous to the point of death, for some poor unlucky fools. Hugo coughed, regained himself, and spoke again. "Got me, son?" Alex nodded like an oaf. He would just have to miss stargazing for a day or two and Hugo would forget about his squirm shift threat; he wouldn't risk it. A squirm shift was beyond horrible, especially with everything the crew of the A6 Hover had for a menu. Alex responded immediately, hoping to show his urgency "Yessir. Gonna' be early then!" He added a smile. Hugo glared back. He took work seriously and hated lateness. Alex grimaced, and sped off to his work station. He was still a rookie, even after five years. That meant he had to work on weather and air current predictions, but he didn't mind. It certainly earned him a meal every day. As he reclined in his rusty metal chair, he let out a sigh. Another hard night's work lay before him, but he was ready. He knew that what he was doing was for a worthy cause. He knew one thing above all, though, and that's what he held in the highest regard. He knew there would be a day. Alex realized that even though the Earth was a crater-filled, pollution-pumped, scorching ball of dirt, that it would be better... someday. "One day" he always told himself "I will see clean water. Maybe it will be blue, like the old folks used to say. Or maybe clear, like in those old books with pictures of trees and animals and mountains on them. Or maybe...." But Alex never usually got that far. He was always left with that one thought, but it was more than enough to keep him going. And every time he snuck out to the outlook chamber of Side 6, he would always tell himself: "There will be a day."

Peter Petroff

Norway

After the long and strenuous and tiring hike up the mountain and through the lush green forest, trees as tall as ten men stacked on top of each other, I finally breached the opening. The bright sun blinded me as I walked out of the woods, brushing branches off my sides. Trolltunga. Such an unappealing name for such a fantastically beautiful place. Ironic, almost. Ahead, there were snow-capped mountains reaching for the skies, and a deep blue river a thousand feet below us running every which way, and a city on the bank of the river in the far distance creating a reflection of light on the water, and many sightseers, sweating profusely from the hike. I turned around and saw my dad still in the forest. His face reddish-purple with perspiration, suddenly turned bright and smiling as he came out of the trees. He looked around at the scenery, then up. The sun was high in the sky. Noon. Thin, wispy clouds strewn about, like the Great Painter was careless this day. Light blue everywhere, except for where the multitude of mountains broke the skyline. We followed the path down to the mountain cliff, and stood right on the edge. All around I saw beauty. The sun lit up the river so even from way up here you could see the bigger fishes. Down below there were fisherman on the edge of the water, with forests surrounding the river and deer and other game prancing around within. The city off in the distance was our destination. Odda was the name. But for now, my dad and I sat on the stone’s edge, swinging our legs off the side, took a deep breath of the fresh green air, and enjoyed the endless beauty.

Blake Robinson

Where I'm From

I am from football cleats
From Schutt helmets and DonJoy knee braces
I am from the big green backyard where it smelled like Barbeque and I felt the heat of the outdoor chimney
I am from the woods behind my house which I walked the trails all among the trees
I am from the Friday morning breakfast runs and the Friday night traditions of my family
From Hartsell and Stanford
I’m from early morning trips to go hunting and the long road trips to the beach
From “ you better get A’s and B's” or “Did you do your best”
But most importantly I'm from a southern church where I grew up
I’m from the once small town of Concord where generations of my family were born and raised
The steak that shows the classy side of our family and the cornbread that shows the country side
From the time I had my brothers back on Christmas Eve and the time my family had mine when I was injured

My brother carrying me into the house and checking in on me
And the time he completely changed on Friday night
The grandparents who never missed a single game
And my parents who support me through the rough times and the rougher times
The family Bible that shows our beliefs and that we will stay together

Caius Hartsell

Gloom

Within the first five paragraphs of the novel, George Orwell was able to set the mood of 1984 for pages to come. The world at the time 

of Orwell was a dark place enough, having just finished a World War and entering the age of the Cold War. He used the world around him and his life experiences to add both structure and flavor to his works. In 1984, the notable mood stands out among many of the novel’s other features. Orwell was able to capture the bleak and gloomy mood of the plot through the setting of 1984 almost immediately after the novel has started.

The first sentence of 1984, above all, gives the reader a fast and impactful awareness of setting and its influence on the mood. “It was a  

bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” This is the first sentence in the work, and it brings up both the incredibly different London society in the novel than London in Orwell’s time, as well as the concept of cold. The outside atmosphere included cold descriptors as well, such as the sky being a “harsh blue.” Blue, in this case, meaning cold. Between the two inverse temperatures, cold and warm, cold means bleak and sharp (whereas warm would be light and happy). Orwell continues the “cold trend,” in the next few paragraphs, with Winston gazing out his window and seeing that “the world looked cold.” This bleak and sharp environment which Winston lives in gives the idea of a mood including the absence of enjoyment, which is all too present in the plot of the story.

Just as frigid temperatures are present within the setting of 1984 and impact the mood, so too is wind and dust. To continue with the 

theme of bad weather, Winston returns to the Victory Mansions while making “an effort to escape the vile wind.” As he stepped into the building, a “swirl of gritty dust” entered along with him. The wind is an object to foreshadow the negative events which will happen to Winston later in the novel, such as his failed attempt to undermine the government and eventual torture. Similarly, the dust is an object to show the past history of Oceania and the life of Winston, both of which are wrought with negative events and much less than ideal circumstances. Orwell uses these two objects, wind and dust, as items among the setting which help the reader further visualize the depressing mood of the rest of the novel, and the gloomy life lead by Winston.

The setting of the buildings and conditions of the city further contribute to the mood of the novel. Orwell describes this alternate version

of London when he states “Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything…” Street objects and trash flutter and roll in the foreboding wind, and the general idea of the buildings are of poor-kept skeletons of masonry dotting the landscape. Such an image would have been viewed through the eyes of one of Orwell’s past readers, specifically one who has gone through the events of World War II. Emotionally and psychologically, this atmosphere develops a response within the reader, who then feel inclined to further read into Orwell’s ideas and philosophies that are contained within the book. The bleak setting correlates well with the image that many had faced in the devastation of towns and landscape in the second World War. This further channels a gloomy mood from the mind of the reader, who would have experienced this type of setting before.

Overall, Orwell uses frigid temperatures, wind and dust, as well as colorless and broken cityscapes to convey a bleak and depressing  

mood early on in the novel. This mood, felt by the reader, is crucial to the impact of the plot by the audience. To a certain extent, the characters later in the novel feel safer in the dark gloom, rather than in the warm spotlight (as this would be criminal). Winston’s life is painted through 1984 as a torn canvas, dotted with blots of grey and black and flailing in the wind.

Dorian Williams

Spiders Fall Short in Rematch Against Bearcats

Concord High School Volleyball

8 28 2018

CONCORD, N.C. – The Concord Spiders (2-5) dropped their third consecutive match, losing three sets to none (26-24, 25-16 and 25-23) against Anson High School on Tuesday. Avery Miller led the way for the Spiders with 10 kills, two blocks and four digs, while Marley Long served up an ace and added four digs and 13 assists.


Concord head coach Chelsea Ellis said, “We just have to work on chemistry and getting in the swing of things.”


This was evident as two of the three sets were decided by two points and could have easily been won by Concord.


However, Coach Ellis believes the Spiders have just hit a learning curve because they are a “young team.” She said the team has a future in freshman Bianca Andexler. “She has shown some great things, meshing with the team, hitting and playing outside all the way around, which is insane for a freshman.”


Concord’s next match is on August 30 at East Rowan.

Noah Monroe

Number System

The development of the numerical system spans long across the history of mankind. Many civilizations contributed to the development 

of the number system, however some contributed more than others. For example the Indian, Arabic, and Mayan empires can be considered the largest contributors to the number system which we use so frequently today.

Positional Notation is the idea that numbers can be used by reused over and over again. For example, 63 uses the numbers 6 and 3 

rather than having its own symbol to represent itself.The Indians in the 8th century had perfected the positional notation. Then through trade the perfected version of positional notation was passed around Europe and the rest of Asia.

For a long time, the symbols used to represent numbers varied all across the world. However the Arabs were able to develop a system of

symbols that are now universal. Because of this we now refer to the symbols that represent numbers now as arabic numerals.

In addition the Mayans also added another revolutionary aspect to the modern number system, and that would be the addition of the 

number 0. Before this breakthrough discovery people just put a space in between numbers to represent a space. For example 603 would be written 6 3.

In conclusion the development of the number system was very long in the making and required contributions from civilizations across 

time and across oceans.

Andrew Lucky

My Trip to Cuba

The plane landed at the airport in Havana, and when I looked out of the window at the sun-dappled palm trees I knew this would be an

experience that I would never forget. My family and I picked up our luggage, and then got into our tour guide’s van, excited for this new journey. We arrived at a house in Matanzas, where we and the other missionary families were staying, and I immediately went to check out our room. I opened the door to see three small sets of bunk beds, and not much space to walk. I quickly claimed one of the bottom beds, having observed that there was no ladder to get onto any of the top bunks. Settling in took almost no time at all, and I decided to go out and meet the other families staying in the home with us.

The group we joined came from an Episcopalian church, and Episcopalians have a reputation with my parents of drinking more than

Southern Baptists. On the first day, they all set up the drinks that they brought with them on the bar and had an impromptu happy hour. I noticed later one of the group members acting funny, as if he were tipsy. This made me question how work intensive this mission trip would be. My parents were also concerned, but we didn’t think too much of it. It was actually quite amusing conversing with him, and since I had no wifi or cell service, this was the best form of entertainment I had available.

The first task of our mission trip was to buy enormous bags of rice and beans off the black market, and separate out portions for Cuban

families that were less fortunate. Cubans have a ration of food from the government that is not enough to feed them for the month, and if they don’t have much money, it is difficult for them to afford more. Doing this for them made me feel both happy and sad at the same time. I was joyful that we got a chance to help people, but it made me realize that only a sliver of Cuba is able to share that joy with me. There were so many more families that we were not able to reach.

Once all the portioned bags of food were tied, the group sat down together and ate authentic Cuban food, which is basically just beans,

rice, and pork. When my family and I finished eating, we went out to explore the town. There was a tropical breeze in the air, and it made me feel like everything was right with the world. However, I soon realized that there were many things wrong with the world, Cuba in particular. As we were walking down the streets, we would see huge piles of waste, with the strong smell of sewage. Some cement buildings were starting to crumble. Also, there were almost no restaurants other than for tourists, and limited selections in the grocery stores.

For the next project of the trip, we went to a church in Coliseo, to help paint the walls. The church was right next door to a house selling

unrefrigerated raw meat that looked like it had been sitting out for a while, with about a million flies swarming around it. The smell of the meat was nauseating, but when we got inside that smell disappeared, and I was overcome with the intense smell of paint, similar to a nail salon. Looking at the Pepto-Bismol-colored paint in the cans, I was mildly shocked that that would be the new color of the presently white church walls. When dipping my brush into the paint, I noticed that the consistency was a lot thinner than I expected, like it had been diluted with water in order to make more paint. This made the application more difficult, requiring me to paint the same spot over and over again.

In spite of the quality of the paint, the members of the church really appreciated our work. The Cuban people had a lot of gratitude, and

found happiness easily. Without much money, they still found a way to be positive and always smile. In America, there are people who lack gratitude. These people may or may not be wealthy, but they still have opportunities. Cuban people have limited opportunity for advancement. They can go to school, get a good education for free, become a professional, and still only make around 20 dollars a month. The housekeeper at the house where we stayed told us that Cuba had an inverted economy. She had gone to medical school, but decided not to proceed with that career because she made more money as a housekeeper with the tips she received. A decreasing number of people are deciding to stick with professional careers because of this, and instead try to get into the tourism industry where they might make an average monthly salary in a day. This gave me a perspective that I should always be grateful for all the opportunities that are available for me in America.

Another observation that I made during the trip was that transportation throughout Cuba varied depending upon the size of the town

and whether tourists visited there. In some towns, the people walked or traveled by horse and buggy on dirt roads. In larger towns, people took buses, or drove mopeds or very old American cars that they had acquired before the embargo. “Why aren’t there any new cars?” my little brother asked. I was also intrigued with his question, and decided to ask the translator on our trip. He replied saying that new cars are very hard to buy on a normal Cuban salary, and many can’t afford them. The people driving the older cars fix them up so that they looked beautiful, and sometimes even work by driving tourists around in their classic cars in Havana.

After the service portion of our trip was over, we went to Varadero and stayed at a resort. This was a change in scenery from what I had

seen earlier in the trip. The resort was well built, and made of wood and other materials, rather than just concrete like in Matanzas. Instead of just rice and beans, we had higher quality food with more variety. There was milk and ice cream for us, which was very surprising because the tour guide on the mission trip told us that only powdered milk was readily available for them, and many supplies were rationed. In Varadero we ate fish, which most Cuban citizens cannot afford. The Cuban government also restricts its citizens from eating at some restaurants. In Matanzas, there was a nice restaurant but only tourists were allowed to order. There are some restaurants that aren’t strictly for tourists, but Cubans rarely go because their monthly incomes are so low.

This trip was a great opportunity for me to see how people live in a country that is struggling economically, and compare that to the way 

I live. I came back home with a new perspective, and have more gratitude for the everyday things in my life that I took for granted before, like a glass of milk or my family’s cars. I am also thankful that I could make connections with people there. Even though the Cubans may have struggles, we are similar in many ways, and we were able to connect even just by laughing and smiling. If missionaries continue to go to Cuba and build relationships, hopefully Cubans will be reminded that they are not alone in the world.

Sophia Petroff

A Memoir

For all my life I had lived in Budapest, surrounded by other Jews that I knew. Of course, this only lasted until the Germans came. It was

the year 1939, and I was only seven years old. Life had been okay during the war so far. Hungary was staying neutral, not attacking Germany or resisting either, but in turn, Germany was pretty much leaving us alone, and so I wasn’t ever very worried about being hurt. Of course,  our situation and treatment slowly changed, but it almost seemed inconsequential at first. We were given stars, and eventually put into ghettos, but really there was nothing horrible being done to us. Some even believed these things to be good. We were finally in a community where we knew all shared our faith and could easily identify like-minded people. We had a small council created and could have survived for a long time. None of us were worried; most of us were fine with our fates so far.


 This all took a drastic change for the worse with the defeat of Stalingrad. In the year of 1944, Hungary went back on their alliance, and so

Germany invaded. Before this, I had no worries, but now I had to fear for my life. We had heard whispers of the foreign Jews who didn’t survive. But how could we believe this? There was no way that it could’ve been true, and so we waited, only slightly afraid. But as the Germans invaded, my mother started to become worried. Only once we were on the train did I start to understand what was happening to us.


The train cars were really crowded. I couldn’t believe that we all actually fit in there. Everyone was so scared, but they were also so angry.

I stayed as close to my mother as I could. We went through so many towns, but no matter how many of us yelled for help, none was given. Finally, we arrived somewhere, a place that seemed to be somewhere to work. We were forced out of the car and forced to take off our clothes and shoes, and given cheap replacement in turn. Then they started sorting us. I looked old for fourteen, and so I was sent with the men, leaving behind the only family that I had left. From this moment on, my will to get through this camp, and to live, slowly diminished.


As we were being sorted through, a man came up to me. I seemed to recognize him and then realized that he was a neighbor from while

we were stuck in the ghettos. After having left my mother behind, I wished only to have my father back, and that idea stuck in my head as he approached. All of a sudden, guards started sending us off. When I went, I was asked for my age and occupation. I have always felt that being young was a weakness and knew that I could pass for older than I really was, and so I said 18, and when asked for occupation, I was silent until the man behind me said that we were both farmers. From here we were put into a line, not knowing our fates. I finally remembered his name, Meir Einbinder. At this point, none of us knew whether we were going to work, or going to be killed. But when the Germans told us to walk forward, we moved like the devil was at our heels. We ended up inside a large hall of barracks, and each man lay down on a bed. Suddenly, I realized that Meir was underneath me, in the other bunk. At this realization, I asked him if he knew what was happening, but he said no, but nothing else. It seemed that this was a very, very bad place to be.


The next time the guards came in, we were taken out of the barracks and led away. We were told to get into the shower, and we went

gladly. After such long travel, all of us smelled. Of course, some were afraid because they had heard that sometimes people didn’t come back from the showers, but I disregarded these thoughts. Once we got in, they turned it on, but we could all tell that it wasn’t water. This was another time when I was sure I was going to die, without having been in the most danger yet. Eventually, we were let out, and all were relieved to be out. Some even prayed thanks to God, but I couldn’t understand how they could be thanking the one that had allowed us to land in this place in the first place!


We were sent back to the barracks after getting a measly amount of food. Meir had come up to me and offered me his, scoffing that the

people running this camp would think he might eat it, and deciding that there must be something better to eat. I took it gladly, it had been a long time since we last ate, and in turn, I was indebted to him. I guess this wasn’t a horrible thing, but I'd have rather not owed anyone. Eventually I would see that our relationship was better for me, but for now, I was thinking in seconds, not days or hours.


The next day we were split up into groups to start working. Somehow, Meir ended up in my group, and so we worked side by side the

whole day. We had been appointed to work the fields, and it would not have been so horrible if not for the hunger that was in my stomach. After a long day’s work, we went back to the camp to receive our dinner. This time Meir ate all of his soup since all we had had that day was a stale piece of bread. I really wished I could have had his. But he needs to survive too, I guess.


This routine kept going for quite some time. I lost track of the days; all of them only filled with pain. One day, while harvesting, another

man tried to steal some of the crops. Quickly we learned that this was not the thing to do, because he was beaten close to death, and in even more pain than before. To add insult to injury, some younger men came up to him and took his food. He was too weak to resist. I wanted to help him, but I figured that it could only bring bad for me. The next day, when we woke up, the man was gone.


Life kept going on this way. Until one day, when our leader called us all outside the barrack. We were informed that we would be moved

to another labor camp, and so we were all told to get ready to march. We marched for maybe a mile until arriving at a camp which was called “Treblinka.” There was smoke in the air, and some smell which I couldn’t quite place, but some of the other men seemed to know because they went silent. Meir whispered to me that that was the smell of burning flesh, and so I too went silent. We walked into the camp, but only because the guards were starting to get pushy. This time, we were told to walk through, and it seemed that we were going through another choosing. I walked as quickly as I could, hoping that I appeared strong and ready. They sent me through a door, to the right. I waited, there was only a guard in this room. How worried I was that I was seen too weak, and so I was put alone! But no. Another young boy entered the room. He looked to be in his mid-20s. And then Meir came in. I was so glad to see his face; I thought that maybe this german guard might be the last face I see alive. As if he could read my mind, this guard came up to us. He told us that we were the lucky ones and that we would have to remain strong to keep working. He told us his name was Adi Knepp, the first guard to ever give us a name, and even seemed to be nice to us. Encouraged, we asked about our friends and all of a sudden he lashed out and hit me! I don’t know what caused that quick change, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that our friends would soon contribute to that smell in the air.


We were lead to new barracks, these much smaller than from the true labor camp. It seemed that much fewer people survived to work,

but instead were killed. Meir and I ended up in the same bunk again, which is all that I hoped for. For us to get separated would have destroyed any of my hope instantaneously, and so we survived. Soon enough we learned our work. We had looked strong enough to move the bodies from the gas chambers to the grills, as they called it. We would be complicit in the burning of bodies, and the murder of many. But it was all we could do. Day after day I went through the bodies, carrying them to be burned, praying that I never found my mother, and crying whenever I found someone whom I knew. The one perk of being at this wretched place was that the soup was a little less watery, probably to keep up our strength. Meir and I fantasized about escaping, maybe getting out and hiding, heading back to Budapest. And one day these prayers seemed to have been realized. Another man who had been at the camp for as long as we had came up to us. He told us that he had organized men and that they had obtained weapons whenever they could, usually coinciding with Adi's fits of rage. They were planning an escape, and they wanted us to be a part. It seemed to be a miracle!


Our conversations became more in-depth, more planned, than what they had been before. We both got guns and had them hidden in

different places. The dates were set, and each day the moving of bodies left much less of a mark. We would be getting out of this deathtrap! There seemed to be nothing that could go wrong. But of course, something had to. Someone hadn’t hidden his gun well enough, and so an example had to be made. Meir had been starting to become weaker; losing strength was inevitable in these places. Because of this, the blame for the gun was put on him. And so a bullet fired from the same gun that he was accused of stealing was fired, killing him, but slowly of course. It was at this point when I began to hate everyone. How had someone been so careless?


I knew that I wouldn’t survive much longer without a friend, and so I decided to expedite my escape. I figured that the only way out was

death, and so I faked this. While moving bodies, I pretended to fall in the flames, and since we all looked the same, no one could tell that I hadn’t actually gone into the flames. And then I hid. I hid until nighttime. I thought that that would be the best time to get away, and I was right. I had my gun, but as I dug under the barbed wire I had no use for it. I broke free and ran. It was in the middle of winter, and so there was snow everywhere. I knew they would see footprints. Why hadn’t I kept that gun? I have to keep running. Meir was supposed to be with me for this. He would’ve had something thought up. All of a sudden I heard a gunshot. And then an immense pain in my leg. I looked down, thinking that somehow the worst had happened, but then saw I had only tripped, and coincidentally a gun had fired. Maybe they discovered my escape. They must be angry. I have to run. No. Hiding is the better option. I feel so hungry. If only I could have some of that soup. I feel so, so tired. I must lay down. I need to rest. The snow feels as if it’s a warm blanket enveloping me. To survive death, and then die in the snow. I must stay awake. I will stay awake. I will not sleep. I must...

Andrew Alexander

Spiders Stop Late Vikings Rally To Tie

Concord High School Men's Soccer

9 19 2018

CONCORD, N.C. – In what Concord head coach Todd Tinsley called “the most important game thus far,” the Concord Spiders (9-1-2) fought hard for 80 minutes and tied the South Iredell Vikings (4-1-5) 1-1 on Wednesday night.


Alexander Mondragon scored the lone goal for Concord, increasing his total to 12 for the year. He is tied for the most goals in the South Piedmont Conference with teammate Carlos Alvarez and Wynston Johnson of A.L. Brown.
 

Carson Trott assisted on Mondragon’s goal, which brought his total to 11 for the season. With this assist he now leads the conference for assists.


Concord senior goalkeeper Gabriel Bennett’s shutout streak ended at four games with the late goal by the Vikings to even the score. Bennett’s goals against average of 0.583 ranks among the best in all of Class 3A North Carolina soccer, rating sixth among qualifying goalkeepers.


Coach Tinsley believes this is just the beginning of tough games to come as conference play begins next
week with a home game against Jay M. Robinson on Tuesday, September 25 at Robert C. Bailey Stadium.

Noah Monroe

"The Tyger"

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand, dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder, & what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain? 
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see? 
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In this poem written by William Blake we can see a revelation of man about the creation of beings by a god. In the beginning of the poem Blake describes the “tyger” to be shining through a forest which is dark. This diction creates the imagery of a glowing tiger, as if to highlight how beautiful and intricate the tiger is. The man is astounded by its beauty and asks the question. “What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry.” What this question is asking is, how could something so ferocious and beautiful be created. 
    The man further elaborates on his question in the next stanza. “In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire in thine eyes”. The phrase distant deeps or skies clearly refers to the heavens. What heavens was capable of putting fire in your eyes. Or really, power and ferociousness in your eyes. “On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?” The he in this quote presumably refers to a god, and wings in this sense are synonymous with powerful deities. By saying what wings dare he aspire, the man wants to know how a god towers over our plane of existence and dare seize the fire. Or control who is created and what happens. 
    “And what shoulder and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart.” This stanza similarly as before, questions how the “tyger” came to be. “And what shoulder and what art.” refers to the creative genius who created the tyger, creating the analogy that creating tigers is an art form, making such god an artist. Now in the next line “Could twist the sinews of thy heart.” The man wants to know how the god/artist could create such an evil being. By using the words twisted and heart in that way, he creates a dreary sick and evil tone when referring to the tiger. The tiger's heart is twisted. Now in the same stanza the man says “And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet.” When the twisted heart of the tiger begins its function. He says the hands and feet of the tiger and dreadful and scary. 
    “What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp. Dare its deadly terrors clasp.” In this stanza, the man is now altering his vision from the creation of the tiger as being art, to know more similar to blacksmithing. Hammers, chains, furnaces, and anvils are all necessary equipment needed for blacksmithing. This creates the imagery of a dark forge where a god hammers away and scorching metal to create a dreadful animal like a tiger.
    “When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile His work to see. Did he who made the lamb make thee?” This stanza dives into the question of reflection for the god. After the hard work of the god to create the lamb, was he even happy with the result. The man is also wondering if the same man who could create such a powerful animal could also create an animal of peace like a lamb. Basically questioning the full power of such a god. 
    Now in the last stanza, the man finishes how he started asking. “Typer, typer, burning bright. In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye. Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.” By having the last paragraph the same as the first. Blake creates the sensation that none of the questions asked by the man were answered. They cannot be answered.

Andrew Lucky

A Peddler of Tears

A Peddler of Tears is a interesting story. From the beginning it was already weird and the ending made it weirder, like who the heck sells

their tears for a living. The girl of the story must have a terrible life to be selling tears. The story was also disturbing. She literally cut off all of her body parts to get the most valuable tears, tears of pain. I know that love makes you do crazy things but she went too far. She cut off all her body parts for the person that she “loved.” She didn’t even know of the guy loved her back, she just did that. I would characterize the narrator as affectionate. She had so much love and affection to the man that played with his joints. It is something stupid to do to be honest but she felt like it was the right thing to do, so she went ahead and did it. The narrator was also gentle.

The narrator was affectionate because she really wanted to help the maestro and make him sound the best. In the text it says, “I resolved

to sacrifice anything if it meant reaping the highest quality tears of pain. My tear ducts and my tear sacs were all I needed on this journey. I was prepared to give up everything else. First I cut the pinky toe from my left foot. I could rub the maestro with my tears just fine without it. As he lay waiting to be tuned, I sat down beside him with a kitchen knife, took aim, and dropped it like a guillotine. To hide my moans I shot both hands over my mouth. I was happy to see that suppressing my screams made me cry even harder. I dropped tears onto each of his joints, taking care not to sully him with blood.” A person that didn’t have that much love and affection to another person would have never done that but she did. She had too much affection for him to be doing that. She was also gentle.She would think high of herself but at the same time not too high. She was soft and not really that harsh. For example, in the text it says, “Pretty soon there will be nothing left of me but tear ducts and tear sacs. But that’s all I really need. What more is there to a wandering peddler of tears?” She really didn’t care about herself like she did of others. She preferred other people to do better than herself.

Caius Hartsell

18th Century Americas: An Alternative History

    Chaos Theory, according to the Fractal Foundation, is “the science of surprises, of the nonlinear and the unpredictable.” One major principle of true chaos is the Butterfly Effect, in which a butterfly could beat its wings once in America and cause a major typhoon in the Philippines. A single small event could cause a massively different and unexpected outcome in the distant future. This analysis will examine the hypothetical case of Hernan Cortes failing in his conquest of the Aztec empire in 1521, and describe a reasonable timeline of events which occur in the following centuries. This is an explanation of how the past could have potentially played out without a Spanish conquest of the Aztecs; a mere single timeline in the infinite possibilities of Chaos Theory. 
    The date is June 30, 1521, commonly known now as the “Noche Triste,” the Sad Night.  After the death of the emperor Montezuma and a lack of supplies, the Spanish expedition is forced to leave the island-city of Tenochtitlan. During the escape, the natives spring their trap and begin their assault. Thousands of Spaniards fall to the ground with arrow wounds and blows from Aztec clubs. In true history, Hernan Cortes makes it safely out of the city and miles away where he once again grows his strength. In this timeline, Cortes isn’t as fortunate. The leader of the Spanish expedition falls dead after an arrow strikes him in the side and two more follow through his throat. So begins the new timeline of the world. 
    Soon after, the Spanish ranks are broken and the men are captured, sacrificed, or left to flee to the surrounding countryside. In the following months the Aztec cities and the nearby Confederacy of Tlaxcala, which previously assisted the expedition in their conquest, both adopt the new European technology left behind from the failed invasion. Steel weaponry, horses, and powder cannons become essential in the lives of every Native American in the area, whether for defense, tools for construction and farming, or transportation. This technological boost greatly enhances the production and human capacity in the native nations. However, disease spread by the Europeans during close contact and warfare will still take its toll. A massive demographic shift will occur in Central America, causing a destabilization of the local economies and political systems and plunging both the Aztec empire and Tlaxcalan Confederacy into a Dark Age. Political ties dissolve and the once united Aztecs are nothing more than a series of warring city-states, fighting over resources and land while disease ravages the land. 
    Although the Spanish conquest is stalled for the present time, the European culture and religion does not fail to enter the heartlands of the native civilization. Spanish Catholic priests and missionaries spill into the towns and cities of Central America, establishing churches and chapels. Many natives accepted this new religion as a way to cut ties with other sacrificial city-states and gain hope through the struggle of the American Dark Age. Along with the missionaries, Spanish traders come to the nearby Tlaxcalan city-states who by this time have control over the Central American Gulf Coast. The traders arrive from the Caribbean colonies in search of acquiring precious metals (such as silver) in exchange for advanced weaponry (such as powder guns). At about this time, the Aztec cities unify under a common great leader Tlaloc, who sees that the only way the empire could be successful is if they work together against outside threats. Along with their unification and seeing the Tlaxcalans trade for advanced guns, the Aztecs trade with North American colonies of the French, Dutch, and British in order to bolster their defense. Silver flows out of Central America through trade routes like a river. 
    At about this time, the Incan civil war has ended and stability has once again returned to its lands under the King Atahualpa II. The Spanish, not having as great of access to the South American Andes, were previously unable to conquer the lands of the Incas. Now that an alliance-like relationship has grown between the Spanish and the Tlaxcalan cities, conquistadors are capable of traversing across southern Central America (which the Tlaxcalan state has grown to conquer and where they have formed an alliance with the secluded Mayan empire). The Spanish begin to slowly invade the lands of the Incas, taking command of any silver mine in the area. The Spanish use the Incan mit’a system to produce massive amounts of silver with the forced labor of conquered natives. Looking to gain further trading opportunities in the Americas, the Dutch establish a large trading post on the coastline of South America, just south of the location of the Spanish conquest. The Dutch use this colony to sell weapons and food to both the Spanish forces and the native tribes. Eventually, the Spanish succeed in their lengthy conquest of the Incas, with both sides losing many lives and resources. 
    As Catholicism weaves through the citizens of the newly reformed Tlaxcalan monarchy, Protestantism begins to spread throughout the Aztec empire due to its influential Dutch trading partners. Along with political reforms, both the Aztecs and Tlaxcalans form new state religions of Protestantism and Catholicism respectively, social reforms which are called for by the citizenry (who now have greater access to learning how to read and write due to religious influence and schools), and military reforms which include the establishment of national navies and armies. 
    Slightly before the end of the altered 17th century, the Spanish labor system in their new colony after the conquest of the Incas becomes harsher and more demanding for the native population. One year of previously required mit’a service has changed into permanent slavery for many Inca natives, as the Spanish demand for silver grows ever higher when at lower prices. Due to this treatment, the native population attempts and succeeds in a massive rebellion, supplied by the Dutch traders, to remove the majority of Spaniards from their land. Once their capital at Cuzco has been reclaimed, the Incas establish a loose monarchy under the rebellion’s leader, Quispe. As the world shifts into the 18th century, the Incas begin to consolidate their power with a system of alliances and conquerings of nearby tribes in South America. At this point, the new empire is known across the Americas as the Peruva: the dominant nation in South America. 
    Now entering the 18th century, the hypothetical world is still quite similar to how it appears in the true timeline of events, minus the Aztec, Tlaxcala/Maya, and Peruva empires in the Americas. From this point forward, outside nations other than the Spanish begin to be involved in the developments and conflicts in the Americas. Such nations include the British and French, who previously only had colonies in the New England area and the Louisiana area, respectively. However, the French have an overall greater respect for the free states of the natives in the south, while the British begin to view them as a threat to future expansion. When the British begin to covet the lands of the French colonies in the Ohio River Valley and the Aztec lands beyond, France forms a formal alliance with the Aztec state in a defensive manner. The French still lose due to exceptional leadership and naval power on the part of the British, but the Aztecs now see the British as a threat to all natives in the Americas. This feeling of danger alerts the Aztecs, and causes the present monarch to cut all relations with the British while extending friendly communication with the northern Apache and Navajo tribes.
    The American Revolution occurs much in the same fashion as in true history, after the Enlightenment in Europe. Seeing the British colonies successfully rebel, the Spanish immediately cut most relations with the Tlaxcalans, with fears of a possible invasion. At this point, the silver trade has dwindled to a halt, with the luxury good already having devastated the markets of the Old World. Also at this time, the Aztec and Tlaxcalan empires begin to acknowledge the lack of technological advances or modern technology circulating within their lands due to the abrupt cutoff of trade with Europeans. The Tlaxcalans, under the orders of a militaristic monarch Huitzilopochtli, launch a surprise invasion of the remaining Spanish colonies on the mainland Americas, in the hopes of obtaining new technological insight and bringing down a major threat to their nation. The invasion catches the Spanish completely by surprise, due to their previous positive relations with the Tlaxcalans, and they retreat to their island colonies in the Caribbean.
    Now that the Spanish power has waned in the Americas, the Aztecs and Tlaxcala/Maya begin to have disagreements and frequent skirmishes on their borders. This is due to a difference in religion (Protestant vs. Catholic), view of the new United States (the Aztecs are quite favorable of the US, while the Tlaxcalans feel threatened), and past conflicts. During the border claims and territorial shifts, no major war breaks out at the time being, for fear of allowing a quick destruction by the remaining European powers in the Americas. Instead, European Enlightenment ideas spread to the American nations, causing reforms of political structure after small periods of unrest in the previously monarchic states. The Aztec empire adopts a system similar to the United States, with a republic of representatives and separate states, and from now on is known as the Free Aztec States. Meanwhile, the Tlaxcalans have a massive overthrow of their cruel and unpopular monarch, replacing him with a limited Constitutional Monarchy and a Council of Elders. The Mayans remain fairly the same as always, now in the total shadow of the massive and ever-growing military complex of the Tlaxcalans. Lastly, the recently conflict-free monarchy of Peruva has developed into a prosperous Merchant Republic, with a unified citizenry and a rapidly growing wealth due to trade.
    The 18th century ends with the quick removal of Spanish rule in the Americas after the Revolution of Haiti (which was at the time owned by the Spanish), The Latin-American Revolutions throughout other areas of Hispaniola, and a final push by the Tlaxcalan navy to remove any trace of Spanish in the area. The control of the Caribbean islands and Florida was divided among the Aztecs and the Tlaxcalans. The Aztecs claimed Florida while the Tlaxcalans claimed Hispaniola, both in an effort to gain a window and point of access to the Old World. 
    Throughout this alternate history, many events of the Old World remained historically accurate. From now on, however, the new societies of the Americas have an opening into the outside world, and the events of history will become greatly altered in the upcoming centuries. The end of the 18th century marks the beginning of new world relations and industrialization. However, the previous alternate history was due to the simple failure of Spain to conquer the Aztecs, which led to the Spanish losing grasp over the Americas as a whole. The hypothetical history that was just described is a single possibility of a near infinite amount, thanks to the Chaos Theory and the Butterfly Effect. In short, the fate of the Americas was changed by the death of a single man: Hernan Cortes.

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Dorian Williams

Lean In

In Sheryl Sandberg's Lean In,  she talks about the low number of women, eighteen percent, who hold congressional office. As of 2016,

only 19.6 percent of congressional seats are held by women. This is only a 1.6 percent raise in three years. At this rate, it would take nineteen years to even out the seats with male and female numbers at exactly fifty percent. This leaves many women unrepresented in the United States. I believe that if there were more women in positions to make and change laws, laws would be better for American women throughout the country. For instance, in the past Congress has passed laws such as the Paycheck Fairness Act, a law that would make it easier for women to get equal pay and to try and help fight discrimination. If more women were in Congress, then there could’ve been more votes toward this bill which could’ve brought it into law. If there were more women as Congress seats, many bills that could help women’s lives could have been and still be passed, making it better for women across America.

Another statistic that Sheryl Sandberg mentions is the percent of Fortune 500 Company CEOs are women. When she writes the fact, only

4.8 percent of CEOs in are women, and now the number has dropped down to 4.2 percent, only twenty-one women. This means that in major companies women are grossly underrepresented. This can lead to companies overlooking need that female employees need. Ms. Sandberg gives us an anecdote to prove this. She was far into pregnancy and running late for a meeting. She had to park very far out and had to “waddle” to the office because she was so far out. After this she went to some of the top people and made them aware of her need for pregnancy parking. This not only helped her, but also helped many other pregnant employees after her. If more women were able to speak up for their needs or even to implement change in their company, it could help make many women’s lives better. 

Another place that lacks women’s representation are in world leaders. When this book was written, only 8.7 percent of the free countries

were led by women. Three years later, that number has only grown by a three-fifths of one percent. Only 18 women are in power. That’s a growth of one female leader every three years, meaning that it would take over 65 years for half of world leaders to be female. This means that the majority of the world is still being controlled mainly by men. While the top positions may have a lot of influence, there is still some freedom from the leader. With this said, they still have a large impact on women’s lives.If more women could be in these roles, then the world would ultimately be a safer and better place for women. Today  there are over 20.4 million women and girls being involved in sex trafficking. If there were to be more women leaders across the world, then this problem would probably be less covered and finding a solution would be more important to governments. 

Overall, women are grossly underrepresented in the top spots of everything from large countries to the some of the biggest and most

powerful companies. If there were to be more women in these top leadership positions, then problems that women can understand and relate to would be more likely to be addressed. This would better women’s lives around the world, making it safer to live and giving women’s lives higher quality.

Andrew Alexander

Spiders Baffle Wonders

Concord High School Men's Soccer

9 27 2018

CONCORD, N.C. – The Concord Spiders (11-1-2) pulled off a miraculous four goal comeback to stun the A.L. Brown Wonders (10-2-1) 4-3 in overtime on Thursday night.
 

In the waking minutes of the second half, Wynston Johnson floated a shot over goalkeeper Gabriel Bennett’s head to add a second goal to his total for the night to make the score 3-0 and make it look as if the Wonders had the game won. With 36 minutes left, and the Spiders down 3-0, sophomore midfielder Christopher Justo floated a shot over the goalkeeper’s head to put Concord on board. Just 12 minutes later, Justo fired a shot from outside the box that went in to pull the Spiders within one. With 16 minutes left in the game and Concord still trailing by a goal, Carlos Alvarez redeemed himself after missing a shot earlier in the half that would’ve tied the game, by capitalizing off a foul and, along with
Carson Trott, executed a beautiful free kick that sped past the goalkeeper and completed the improbable comeback from 3-0 for the Spiders.

 

The Spider defense then held Wynston Johnson and the Wonder offense in check for 16 more hard-fought minutes to force overtime and to keep the hope of spoiling the Wonders three goal lead alive.
 

Overtime in North Carolina High School soccer consists of two five minute halves. The Spiders only needed two minutes to get their first lead of the game when Carson Trott kicked a booming pass ahead to Austin Powell that set up a one on one with the goalkeeper and as the senior striker does best, he put it past the goalkeeper into the goal and made Robert C. Bailey Stadium explode and become the loudest it had been that night. After the enormous comeback the Spiders held off the Wonders for eight more minutes to start off 2-0 in conference play.


To begin the game, the Wonders scored two goals to set the tone and take control of the game. The first goal came from the foot of the Southern Piedmont Conference’s goals leader, Wynston Johnson. He had the opportunity to add another goal shortly after but missed the cross and the ball was cleared. However, not long after, his teammate, Brandon Sanchez scored a goal to make the score 2-0.

 

Concord also had a share of its opportunities in the first half to score. Carson Trott launched a ball from just in front of the middle circle that just missed the goal. Austin Powell also had an opportunity to score in the first few minutes of the game to set the tone but the shot went just left of the goal post.
 

The Spiders will hope to continue their hot streak from tonight’s game when they travel to Central Cabarrus to play the Vikings on Tuesday, October 2.

 

Notes/Observations:
 - A.L. Brown’s defense suffocated the Spiders offense in the first half by sending two, sometimes three men to take the ball away
 - Humidity and a wet field played a part in tonight’s game as multiple Spiders and Wonders players were injured with cramping and leg pain.       Humidity also played a part in how far the ball was travelling as it seemed as if the ball carried farther than it would on a clear day.
 - Junior defender Celso Quitero left the game in the second half with a hurt leg however he did return in overtime to help the Spiders finish         the game

 - Late in second half, Spiders defense took ball away from Wynston Johnson multiple times and he became visibly frustrated
 - Home-field advantage for the Spiders was evident for the Spiders as the crowd cheered for the Spiders as they became closer and closer to       beating A.L. Brown, even chanting “Let’s Go Spiders” in the second overtime half.

Noah Monroe

Memoir

    It was a very warm Friday night in Concord, I could hear the crowds in the stands and they sounded like they were right beside us all the

way up at the locker room. It would’ve been an understatement to call us underdogs. Hough was the best team in the state and number 40 in the country, and I was an even bigger underdog being a 13 year old playing against their 17 year old D-line. I had to walk out of the locker room for a quick second to get some air. I sat there thinking about all the things that led up to me being in this position.

    It was my 8th grade year playing at Northwest high school. It was late in the fourth quarter, we were driving down the field and if we were to score it would give us a late fourth quarter lead. I lined up to the line preparing for the play, I was very worn down from the whole game. The whole play happened in a flash and before I knew it someone was flying in the air at me, I fell on the ground and felt my knee pop about ten different times. 

    I laid face down in the soggy grass knowing there were a lot of people watching me right now, but at the moment all I could think about was the pain running through my leg. Players on the field said I wailed in pain as loud as I could but I don’t even remember what happened.

The athletic trainers rushed out to me asking what was wrong. I didn't even know how to answer. After a few minutes of questions and figuring me how to get off the field they brought the golf cart and carted me off the field. I had no idea what was wrong, all I knew was my knee was abnormally large and it hurt a whole lot more than it usually did. I remember the looks on my parents face and how worried they were and my coaches and teammates faces. I was sitting in a cart driving off the field and I was worried myself, I had wanted nothing more than to play the game of football. I had a broken wrist and a jacked up knee… the only thing that I could think of was God didn't want me to play.

    As I finished my business over the fence I looked down into the Concord bowl stadium, I saw a packed out stadium of fans that were there because of me, I knew I had people in the stadium that believed in me. I walked back into the locker room and saw all 37 of my brothers with me and knew that they had my back too. All I felt was a thousand butterflies in my stomach. We had 10 minutes before the game started. The coaches started filing the locker room and Coach Paxton came in after them. We listened to the pregame speech, when it was time we got into our huddle and recited the Lord's prayer.

    It was crazy to think that I had gone through all of that and now was playing in the biggest game of my whole life. I could remember dreaming about this moment when I would play football on the hill down in the stadium. I knew that I was ready for this moment and I had been preparing for it my whole life, I walked down the steps that generations before me had and I walked into the tunnel. There were about a million butterflies in my stomach but I knew I was ready for this moment and as soon as I ran out of that tunnel every single butterfly flew away.

    Now I have worked my way up in the depth chart and get to experience this every Friday night. And I will get to experience this every Friday night for the next 4 years. But the main thing hurting my knee taught me was to take everything I have for granted because nothing in life is guaranteed. The play I hurt my knee I had no idea that I would be laying on the ground in 30 seconds. 

Caius Hartsell

Concord Spiders 2018 Soccer Recap

CONCORD, N.C. – A high-powered offense and stingy defense helped the Concord Spiders soccer team post a 17-5-2 record and win a share of the 2018 South Piedmont Conference title. It marked a nine-win improvement from the previous year and the school’s first conference championship since 2010.


Head coach Todd Tinsley, who was named the South Piedmont Conference coach of the year, expected his team to be competitive in the conference with its veteran players and leadership.


“We knew the SPC would be a tough conference,” Tinsley said. “But we also figured teams would beat each other up and that nobody would go through the conference unbeaten. Winning the SPC was something we thought we could do.”


The Spiders got consistent play from both their offense and defense, averaging 3.92 goals per game while only allowing 1.12 goals per contest. This helped them put together two different unbeaten streaks of at least six games during the season.


Tinsley was very pleased with how his team played offensively and defensively. The offense could strike quickly, and the stingy defense recorded 12 shutouts.


“Our greatest strength was team. We didn't have a superstar,” Tinsley said. “Goals were spread out among six to seven people, and our defensive unit took pride in clean sheets. We worked well together to get the job done.”


The offense was led by junior forward Carlos Alvarez, junior forward/midfielder Alexander Mondragon, senior midfielder Austin Powell and junior midfielder Carson Trott. Alvarez ranked second in the conference with 22 goals, and Mondragon finished third with 16 goals. Trott led the conference in assists with 22, while Powell tallied eight assists, which tied for fifth in the conference. All four players finished in the top 10 in the conference in points.


The Spiders defensive web was spun by senior goalkeeper Gabriel Bennett and sophomore defenseman Javier Ortiz. Bennett led the conference with a 1.08 goals against average and was second in the conference with 112 saves.


Trott said team chemistry played a big role in the Spiders’ success. “We really became a family, and I’ve never been closer with a group of guys before,” he said. “Whether we won or lost, we were always there for each other.”


The Spiders started the season with a six-game winning streak before losing their first game in a hard-fought match against Kings Mountain. Concord then reeled off another seven-game unbeaten streak before losing to Central Cabarrus.


A crucial point in the season occurred in the final game of the seven-game unbeaten streak when the Spiders battled back from a 3-0 second-half deficit against archrival A.L. Brown to win 4-3 in overtime. This game showed Tinsley how much heart his team had and how good the
Spiders could be.

“Obviously, a huge comeback victory is good for the soul. It was a game against a rival that taught us that we should never give up,” Tinsley said. “We had our backs against the wall but clawed back into the match, forcing overtime and winning 4-3. We realized our firepower, that we are never really out of a game.”


Concord produced wins in five of its last seven regular season matches, including a 3-2 victory over Jay. M. Robinson that clinched a share of the conference title with A.L. Brown, Central Cabarrus and Cox Mill. The Spiders then defeated West Caldwell, 5-3, in the first round of the NCHSAA 3A State Playoffs. Unfortunately, the Spiders lost, 3-2, in a grueling second-round match that took four overtimes against Watauga.


Along with the on-the-field accomplishments came several off-the-field achievements for the Spiders. Alvarez, Mondragon, Ortiz and Trott made the All-South Piedmont Conference team. Additionally, Alvarez and Trott earned all-region honors, and Trott garnered all-state recognition.

Noah Monroe

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