Twice a day; in the morning and after lunch, students would board a yellow bus and travel 15 minutes east to our school districts skill center. Now from my vague perspective it seemed that it was nothing more than a place for students to “blow off” traditional classroom book work and lecturing type schooling. In some ways I was envious, but in other ways I considered it to be a waste of time. How could I ever get into college if “Skill Center” was on my resume? I’m a 1999 gra

I bet you don’t know many 8 year olds that own a Harley……. You still don’t, but as an 8 year old I was the owner of a matte black bomber of a bmx bike that was lovingly nicknamed “The Harley”. The two main reasons for this name were due to the ridiculous weight of the thing and the awful noise that the chain, gears, axles, pedals, and I made while trying to ride it. But like many kids in that stage of life we loved our bikes and we loved to modify them. Everything from cards