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Michaela Oleson 12th grade from Groton and the daughter of Karla Davison, and Michael Oleson. She has two brothers Chris and Alex Oleson, and two sisters Claire and Ani Davidson. Her activities are debate, band, dance, all-school play, student congress, girls state. Her accomplishments are honors band member, congressional debate, national qualifier, all- school play student director, nationalist party chairperson at girls state, Midwest ambassador of music, regent scholar, principals 4 year honor role, presidents' award scholar. Her interests are reading, history, playing the flute, dancing, public speaking, hanging out and watching movies. Her favorite subject is A.P. US History with Mr. Walz. Her occupational outlook/ future plans are attending Drake University to major in Sociology and Anthropology with a concentration in Anthropology and her role model is Susan B. Anthony.

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New Englandtown. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response,
• Pastor Thomas began to speak. . .
• "I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.
• I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"
• "Just some old birds," came the reply.
• "What are you going to do with them?" I asked.
• "Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."
• "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"
• "Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
• The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
• "Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
• "How much?" the pastor asked again.
• The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
• The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently

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