Considering this is our first issue, rather, entry for our mailbag I'll start by improvising and addressing some of the questions the 20-Year '89 Reunion Committee Members have received.
From the "Comments" with your RSVP to the Adult Dance Event on classmates.com, I say to:
1. Shalisha Boles - Yes, we have organized a Committee to handle the Reunion, however, our numbers are small and if you would like to join or Advise the Reunion Committee Members with your particular suggestions, interests, opinions, etc. please, don't hesitate call me at home @ 816-741-8801 or you can eMail any of us at the following addresses:
For Elisa Mendoza (Gilliland): emngg@yahoo.com
For George Lovelace: glove0271@yahoo.com
For Karin Williams: biggyrl5@yahoo.com
We are always looking for fresh eyes, ideas, and options for our Only 20-Year Reunion! I say, if we're going to do it, let's do it together and let's do it right!
2. Eddie Moore - Thank you for requesting that our contact information be mailed to you, in case you see any of our classmates that would like to come to the Big Event in August next year!
We need full addresses, eMails, Phone numbers, Cell numbers (optional), and any of YOUR Contact Information in order to contact YOU for the Next Main Event we would have in the future for our '89 Alumni Directory!! We may also have a 5-Year intermingle event, who knows?!
We are glad to supply our Contact Informati0n to all who request it and appreciate the Huge response we are receiving from this Word of Mouth marketing campaign we have running from classmates.com, swhighschool.org, southwestalumniinc.com, and others to come soon!
3. Sawn Winfield - Yes, you are more than welcome to bring your children to our Family Friendly Picnic event on Saturday morning-afternoon, August 15th, 2009. However, we ask that you not bring your children to the Adult Dance Event on the evening-night of August 15th, 2009 due to the fun "ADULT" atmosphere we are promising to make the dance/social event.
4. Wendell Thomas - I'm sorry to hear that you cannot get out of town that particular weekend :( you will be missed and in our thoughts. Perhaps we'll find a way for you to join the fun via computer webcam or some junk? Hey, anything's possible!
Thanks for your Questions in the Comments section of your RSVP's. Thanks and Appreciation to all who HAVE RSVP'd on classmates.com, already. Thanks, Appreciation, and Well-Being to all of YOU who have made this labor of love successful thus far and great fun, to say the least! It is such an honor and a privilege to hear from those of you posting on my Profile and sending me messages @classmates.com
Please continue to spread the word as you have been and sign up on classmates.com as you have been, and we will celebrate like a Class who is Proud of themselves, each other, and cares for one another! I sincerely hope all of you can join us - and please Answer The RSVPs sent out on classmates.com for an increasing head count. We don't want to overspend if you're not attending and we don't want to miscalculate if you ARE attending!!
Read Your RSVP Carefully, each event is being presented as a separate Event. There are 80 who have not yet responded to the Picnic Event and a whopping 94 who have not yet responded to the Adult Dance Event. Just click Yes, No, or Maybe, in your eMail Invite. Leave us a comment or not and we'll be happy to answer it here! We are ALL going to be famous! LOL
Seriously, Your 20-Year '89 Reunion Committee wants to accommodate everyone who makes next year's reunion possible! Thanks for your questions.
If you would like to submit a question to the Muse Mailbag, please send your Questions, Answers, Advice, Comments, and Concerns to us at one of the following eMail address:
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SouthwestReunions-owner@yahoogroups.com
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God Bless Each and Every One of YOU Today,
Your 20-Year '89 Reunion Committee President,
Elisa {Me}
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Hey, You Drive Like It's 1985!
Speaking of 1985, '89ers like me began their Freshman year at Southwest HS that year. Although we wouldn't have our driver's license until the next year, we were sure trying to borrow the car anyway, weren't we?
But were we old enough to know that the Missouri Driver's Guide states that "if you can use your windshield wipers, your headlights should be on?" Did you also know that the furthest left lane on any highway is not the 'super fast lane,' it's the "passing lane" only?
Do you remember what was on the radio? Here's a clip of one of my faves:
"One Night in Bangkok" as told by Murray Head
Jeez, of all the names in the world...how about that? Actually, I was going to introduce a new section the Twisted Muse spit out from her innards just this afternoon. Instead, I found this little clip of a song we used to like. 1985 marked my Freshman year at Southwest High School and I had a great advantage! My sister was a Senior!! So I got to know a lot of them, hang out with them (Anna and me have always been very close), and sometimes I got to go out with them...well, maybe one or two.
Anyway, enjoy the clip.
But were we old enough to know that the Missouri Driver's Guide states that "if you can use your windshield wipers, your headlights should be on?" Did you also know that the furthest left lane on any highway is not the 'super fast lane,' it's the "passing lane" only?
Do you remember what was on the radio? Here's a clip of one of my faves:
One Night in Bangkok (CHESS) Murray Head
[via FoxyTunes / Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson]
"One Night in Bangkok" as told by Murray Head
Jeez, of all the names in the world...how about that? Actually, I was going to introduce a new section the Twisted Muse spit out from her innards just this afternoon. Instead, I found this little clip of a song we used to like. 1985 marked my Freshman year at Southwest High School and I had a great advantage! My sister was a Senior!! So I got to know a lot of them, hang out with them (Anna and me have always been very close), and sometimes I got to go out with them...well, maybe one or two.
Anyway, enjoy the clip.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Expanding Vocabulary
Now, what would an Alumni Newsletter Blog be without a vocabulary post? Let's keep helping one another broaden our horizons, shall we? Here's my effort, your words are:
perusal = read something carefully, or read something quickly, to examine something
pristine = unspoiled, immaculate, in or of its original state
citadel = a fortress, or strongly fortified building, a defending body of life or principle
genuflect = to bend the knee as in religious respect; kneel, show excessive respect
agog = very interested; intensely interested, excited, or eager about
Prithee = I pray thee; please, used to introduce a request to somebody
shanghai = trick or force to do something, force into naval service, to recruit forcibly
archaic = no longer useful or efficient, no longer in ordinary language, ancient
amicable = friendly, without anger or bad feelings
fugleman = leader, somebody acting as a leader or example to others; soldier training others
tyranny = cruel use of power, oppressive government, cruel act committed by a powerful person
quibble = a petty objection, to argue over unimportant things
sop = a gesture to pacify an angry person; food dipped in liquid; offensive term, insult
merrymaking = celebration, having fun, a lively celebration, or enjoyment
nosh = food, snack, to eat a snack between meals
grouse = a reddish brown game bird with mottled feathers; to complain regularly and continually
hornswoggle = swindle; hoax; to cheat, trick, or deceive somebody
malinger = to feign illness to avoid duty; to pretend to be ill, especially to avoid work
loquacious = very talkative, tending to talk a great deal
twaddle = empty talk or writing nonsense; nonsensical or pretentious speech or writing
wet blanket = killjoy; person or thing whose presence or influence lessens enthusiasm of others
ninny = a fool; dolt; offensive term deliberately insulting another’s intelligence or common sense
tête-à-tête = head to head; a private conversation between two people; type of S shaped sofa
ghoul = evil spirit that robs graves and eats the dead; one morbidly interested in repulsive things
obtuse = blunt; slow to understand; between 90°/180° with internal angle above 90°
fetid = having a bad smell; stinking; putrid; a rotten or offensive smell
dolce vita = a life of luxury and idle self-indulgence
sarong = a cloth worn like a skirt; a garment of men and women in the East Indies
If you're already sweating bullets, no need to fear, there will not be a test! These words are from the Gals at Media/Professional Insurance (MPI), where I worked right out of school, compliments of our Word of the Day Club!
Enjoy! From your friends and classmates at SWHS in KCMO.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Movie Zombies and Boob Tube Slave Reviews I
Here's what our Resident Writer thought about the latest and greatest at the theater (Bets is his wife). From my Writer's Meetup Correspondent, Mellenballer Max - Enjoy!
Bets and I have seen these and this is what I thought.
Wanted: Excellent. WE GAVE IT: 5 stars.
The Mummy 3: Good to kill an afternoon, but don't expect a great plot or story. Lots of action, characters of Rick & his wife were weak. {Not to mention they replaced Rachel Weiss and thought we wouldn't notice!} WE GAVE IT: 3 1/2 stars.
Hancock: Pretty good... great twist at the end, good characters, plot was tightly wound and executed. Great moments. WE GAVE IT: 4 stars.
X files: Won't even waste my time. {No aliens, nothing to see here.}
Journey to the Center of the Earth: Take the kids, but don't expect to be swept up. Good moments, but no great ones. WE GAVE IT: 2 1/2 stars.
Swing Vote: A good movie, a few funny spots, characters that made you care about them and think about politics in a useful way (as in, "What is government really good for? What is its purpose?") WE GAVE IT: 4 stars.
Wall-E: Excellent movie. WE GAVE IT: 5 stars. Go see it now.
Mamma Mia!: Fluff. Meryl Streep and her girlfriends were 15 years too old to play this part, and so was Pierce Brosnan and his cohorts. Only a couple of the songs were recognizable to me from the old ABBA catalog; most I'd never heard. Good choreography, though. Good movie to see when you're drunk. (Not as bad as Dragon Wars, though. You needed to be unconscious for that one). WE GAVE IT: 2 1/2 stars.
Hellboy II: The Golden Army: Excellent movie. You go, you sit, you writhe and yell and wince. Popcorn is strewn everywhere and you don't care; a great show. WE GAVE IT: 4 1/2 stars.
Kung Fu Panda: A fun movie, one to definitely take the kids to and enjoy yourself. Jack Black is the best as Po, the panda. WE GAVE IT: 4 stars, 'cause there's no blood and guts.
Get Smart: Go see this now. You won't be sorry. Good characters, solid plot, true to the old TV series, funny, smart, and well done. Steve Carrell and Anne Hathaway are both great in this, and Dwayne Johnson was really good, too. WE GAVE IT: 4 1/2 stars.
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull: Lacked punch for me. Felt like the supporting cast was waltzing along and mugging for the camera. You go in and sit down and wait for the rush of adrenaline and it never comes, even though things are going on up there on the screen. I don't know quite how to describe the shortcomings but they're definitely there. WE GAVE IT: 3 stars.
Now, just imagine those "stars" as Zombie parts and we've got a Real Review! Thanks Max come back anytime. We'll bring the popcorn.
Bets and I have seen these and this is what I thought.
Wanted: Excellent. WE GAVE IT: 5 stars.
The Mummy 3: Good to kill an afternoon, but don't expect a great plot or story. Lots of action, characters of Rick & his wife were weak. {Not to mention they replaced Rachel Weiss and thought we wouldn't notice!} WE GAVE IT: 3 1/2 stars.
Hancock: Pretty good... great twist at the end, good characters, plot was tightly wound and executed. Great moments. WE GAVE IT: 4 stars.
X files: Won't even waste my time. {No aliens, nothing to see here.}
Journey to the Center of the Earth: Take the kids, but don't expect to be swept up. Good moments, but no great ones. WE GAVE IT: 2 1/2 stars.
Swing Vote: A good movie, a few funny spots, characters that made you care about them and think about politics in a useful way (as in, "What is government really good for? What is its purpose?") WE GAVE IT: 4 stars.
Wall-E: Excellent movie. WE GAVE IT: 5 stars. Go see it now.
Mamma Mia!: Fluff. Meryl Streep and her girlfriends were 15 years too old to play this part, and so was Pierce Brosnan and his cohorts. Only a couple of the songs were recognizable to me from the old ABBA catalog; most I'd never heard. Good choreography, though. Good movie to see when you're drunk. (Not as bad as Dragon Wars, though. You needed to be unconscious for that one). WE GAVE IT: 2 1/2 stars.
Hellboy II: The Golden Army: Excellent movie. You go, you sit, you writhe and yell and wince. Popcorn is strewn everywhere and you don't care; a great show. WE GAVE IT: 4 1/2 stars.
Kung Fu Panda: A fun movie, one to definitely take the kids to and enjoy yourself. Jack Black is the best as Po, the panda. WE GAVE IT: 4 stars, 'cause there's no blood and guts.
Get Smart: Go see this now. You won't be sorry. Good characters, solid plot, true to the old TV series, funny, smart, and well done. Steve Carrell and Anne Hathaway are both great in this, and Dwayne Johnson was really good, too. WE GAVE IT: 4 1/2 stars.
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull: Lacked punch for me. Felt like the supporting cast was waltzing along and mugging for the camera. You go in and sit down and wait for the rush of adrenaline and it never comes, even though things are going on up there on the screen. I don't know quite how to describe the shortcomings but they're definitely there. WE GAVE IT: 3 stars.
Now, just imagine those "stars" as Zombie parts and we've got a Real Review! Thanks Max come back anytime. We'll bring the popcorn.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
From the Homeland to the Promised Land
Here’s a dilemma for you, your sibling is going to marry a drug addict...have I got your attention now?
Things aren’t like they once were in the old country. My sisters and I weren’t raised in the traditional fashion, not since we moved to
We were all born here in
Most of the time they agree on everything, especially when it came to raising us. However, it’s fun to watch them go at each other from time to time about minuscule issues like what to eat for dinner.
My mom used to tell me stories about how my father was raised and how my Abuelita differed from my other grandmother in their dealings with we girls.
They made it a point to give us all the things they never had growing up. My father had to get a job and pay the bills when he was only 12 years old in
It’s been a tough road for our parents, especially raising three out of control “locas” who can’t imagine life in
Gracias Mama y Papa, te amo mucho!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
FEATURED FICTION: Immersion Escape
“We’re tracking two more, sir.” My twin ensign informed me; interrupting my perusal of the documents I was assigned to memorize.
“That makes seven of the pristine beauties escaping.
“I have two more,” My triplet confirmed. “That’s nine in all, sir.”
Inside the dimly lit citadel, orange and red emergency lights glowed against opaque control panels it had become my onus duty to command. After my genuflectual mannerism to the Colonel of Centurion Arms agoged His Majesty’s courting daughter, he placed me on this rock as a test for her hand. Frankly, they should have asked me if I was at least interested. Now, I’m forced to reassess my Colonel for reassignment, as I’m sure His Majesty will be disgruntled at my Prithee NOT to be wed to his daughter.
“They’ve reached the South Rim.” My triplet announced behind me.
“Heading for the prisoner shuttles.” I commented, like a good commanding officer; let them know you’re in control, even when you’re not. “Shanghai!” I exuded with glee, “Who’s responsible for this archaic machinery?” As all eyes found me, amicably enough, in my fit of fugleman tyranny I yelled, “Why can’t I stop the ships from launching?”
“Communications are down, sir.” My triplet said, “We can’t stop the timer settings they’re connected to either-”
A trotting of what sounded like hooves and combat boots filled the corridor behind us, officer’s quibble, no doubt.
“Do we go after them, sir?” The first ensign asked.
“No. It’s out of our hands now. The night guards will shoot to kill.” I replied. If they wanted to run, let them suffer the same fate free men would face on Earth.
“Commander Mikah!” Another voice entered the room with a different face. The egocentric lieutenant I sent to check the escapees’ cells. Of course, he may be the one to sop around here for a good mark with my Colonel’s decision to reassign me.
“Sir, they put goats and chickens in their cells with their tracking implants tied to them. They made their escape after breakfast merrymaking.”
“And this, sir,” A second lieutenant, identical to the first (the original, I knew), brought forth a milky white snake with blood red eyes. The creature glared at me with familiar eyes; recognizing me from when I made tasty noshes of his brethren. “This was in the cell of our immortal. The healer.” He groused.
“The one His Majesty covets? Isabal?” I knew it was her; yet I don’t believe she would...betray us. “Hornswaggled, eh?”
“Yes, sir. She malingered this morning at breakfast merrymaking.”
“Catch her! Find her! I want her back alive!” I pounded the control counter before me with a leather gloved fist. The video monitors lining the walls of the room stared back at me, dark and uncaring. The officers behind me backtracked down the corridor, leaving loquacious squeals and twaddle-some heckles as their furry and feathered prisoners were herded away.
“Commander, the shuttles are away.”
“Land them! Ground them all!” I yelled back at the wet blanket; I knew we couldn’t, she’d gotten away. This SNAFU may cost me a rank. Blast the witch!
“I can’t, sir. They’ve gone.” My twin clone sputtered.
“I can see that, you ninny!” I considered a tête-à-tête with this one after lunch merrymaking.
“Prepare my ship, get after them!” I turned a twisted snarl at him as he hurried out of the room with my triplet. “I want to leave in five minutes.” I finished.
Stealthily turning to the awakening monitors snowy screens, her ghoulish name escaped my reluctant lips, “Isa.”
Isabal stared out the hatch that narrowly missed crushing her moments ago, watching the muddy brown complex disappear within a cloud of dust and exhaust fumes from the ship she stowed upon. Heir Mikah would be displeased with my betrayal of His Majesty as he had cared for me himself, when no one else would. Only his obtusely fetid henchmen would lose their dolce vitas on PRONE. Feeding off the pristine concubines they’re surrounded with, their soft nature’s rubbing off onto soldier’s in the King’s royal army...His Majesty would never be caught dead in a sarong!
BACKGROUND: I belonged to a Word of the Day Club at a former employers with about eight other gals and we had a list of words compiled over a few weeks that I decided to immerse into a story I wanted to write at the time. It's not my best, but it was an awful lot of fun to write!
emginc
“That makes seven of the pristine beauties escaping.
“I have two more,” My triplet confirmed. “That’s nine in all, sir.”
Inside the dimly lit citadel, orange and red emergency lights glowed against opaque control panels it had become my onus duty to command. After my genuflectual mannerism to the Colonel of Centurion Arms agoged His Majesty’s courting daughter, he placed me on this rock as a test for her hand. Frankly, they should have asked me if I was at least interested. Now, I’m forced to reassess my Colonel for reassignment, as I’m sure His Majesty will be disgruntled at my Prithee NOT to be wed to his daughter.
“They’ve reached the South Rim.” My triplet announced behind me.
“Heading for the prisoner shuttles.” I commented, like a good commanding officer; let them know you’re in control, even when you’re not. “Shanghai!” I exuded with glee, “Who’s responsible for this archaic machinery?” As all eyes found me, amicably enough, in my fit of fugleman tyranny I yelled, “Why can’t I stop the ships from launching?”
“Communications are down, sir.” My triplet said, “We can’t stop the timer settings they’re connected to either-”
A trotting of what sounded like hooves and combat boots filled the corridor behind us, officer’s quibble, no doubt.
“Do we go after them, sir?” The first ensign asked.
“No. It’s out of our hands now. The night guards will shoot to kill.” I replied. If they wanted to run, let them suffer the same fate free men would face on Earth.
“Commander Mikah!” Another voice entered the room with a different face. The egocentric lieutenant I sent to check the escapees’ cells. Of course, he may be the one to sop around here for a good mark with my Colonel’s decision to reassign me.
“Sir, they put goats and chickens in their cells with their tracking implants tied to them. They made their escape after breakfast merrymaking.”
“And this, sir,” A second lieutenant, identical to the first (the original, I knew), brought forth a milky white snake with blood red eyes. The creature glared at me with familiar eyes; recognizing me from when I made tasty noshes of his brethren. “This was in the cell of our immortal. The healer.” He groused.
“The one His Majesty covets? Isabal?” I knew it was her; yet I don’t believe she would...betray us. “Hornswaggled, eh?”
“Yes, sir. She malingered this morning at breakfast merrymaking.”
“Catch her! Find her! I want her back alive!” I pounded the control counter before me with a leather gloved fist. The video monitors lining the walls of the room stared back at me, dark and uncaring. The officers behind me backtracked down the corridor, leaving loquacious squeals and twaddle-some heckles as their furry and feathered prisoners were herded away.
“Commander, the shuttles are away.”
“Land them! Ground them all!” I yelled back at the wet blanket; I knew we couldn’t, she’d gotten away. This SNAFU may cost me a rank. Blast the witch!
“I can’t, sir. They’ve gone.” My twin clone sputtered.
“I can see that, you ninny!” I considered a tête-à-tête with this one after lunch merrymaking.
“Prepare my ship, get after them!” I turned a twisted snarl at him as he hurried out of the room with my triplet. “I want to leave in five minutes.” I finished.
Stealthily turning to the awakening monitors snowy screens, her ghoulish name escaped my reluctant lips, “Isa.”
Isabal stared out the hatch that narrowly missed crushing her moments ago, watching the muddy brown complex disappear within a cloud of dust and exhaust fumes from the ship she stowed upon. Heir Mikah would be displeased with my betrayal of His Majesty as he had cared for me himself, when no one else would. Only his obtusely fetid henchmen would lose their dolce vitas on PRONE. Feeding off the pristine concubines they’re surrounded with, their soft nature’s rubbing off onto soldier’s in the King’s royal army...His Majesty would never be caught dead in a sarong!
BACKGROUND: I belonged to a Word of the Day Club at a former employers with about eight other gals and we had a list of words compiled over a few weeks that I decided to immerse into a story I wanted to write at the time. It's not my best, but it was an awful lot of fun to write!
emginc
May I Introduce Myself?
I am the Twisted Muse and my purpose is simple: to entertain, amuse, and inspire you.
My inspiration may serve to awaken the creative spirit within each one of you for further discovery of self. I may also propel you toward making your own dreams come true.
Together we will explore new and unexpected ways to view what may have become our ho-hum existence.
Perhaps we will find a common ground between our daily anxieties and hidden fears so we can begin living the life we’ve always wanted.
My pages are filled with exclusive works of fiction by first time writers in our own backyard. We accept freelance submissions from readers and writers in our own area for your pleasure.
Personal essays, poems, comic strips, and inspirational articles are included.
My twisted humor obeys no boundaries and distinguish my pages from most other publications.
Featured columns in each issue offer endless tidbits and surprisingly useful advice on everything from parenting, to pet care, to questions from other readers just like you.
There are cultural topics explored and strategies for surviving multicultural family life.
My creator would like to advise you that reading beyond this point will be at your own risk. Your risk of corruption by life’s twisted nature clashing with its logical interpretations is far greater now that you know my true intentions.
In the end, our journey together will serve to bring a heightened awareness to the current life you live. To wring the dull, boring days right out of your misery with bare, gritty hands until you have no choice but to succumb to me...
Uh-hem. So please, find a comfortable place to relax, put up your feet, and open my pages to experience the irrefutable candor manifest in the
Twisted Muse.
Soon to be a Minizeen Publication: Where there’s a little taste of something for everyone.
*Published by EMGinc.com
My inspiration may serve to awaken the creative spirit within each one of you for further discovery of self. I may also propel you toward making your own dreams come true.
Together we will explore new and unexpected ways to view what may have become our ho-hum existence.
Perhaps we will find a common ground between our daily anxieties and hidden fears so we can begin living the life we’ve always wanted.
My pages are filled with exclusive works of fiction by first time writers in our own backyard. We accept freelance submissions from readers and writers in our own area for your pleasure.
Personal essays, poems, comic strips, and inspirational articles are included.
My twisted humor obeys no boundaries and distinguish my pages from most other publications.
Featured columns in each issue offer endless tidbits and surprisingly useful advice on everything from parenting, to pet care, to questions from other readers just like you.
There are cultural topics explored and strategies for surviving multicultural family life.
My creator would like to advise you that reading beyond this point will be at your own risk. Your risk of corruption by life’s twisted nature clashing with its logical interpretations is far greater now that you know my true intentions.
In the end, our journey together will serve to bring a heightened awareness to the current life you live. To wring the dull, boring days right out of your misery with bare, gritty hands until you have no choice but to succumb to me...
Uh-hem. So please, find a comfortable place to relax, put up your feet, and open my pages to experience the irrefutable candor manifest in the
Twisted Muse.
Soon to be a Minizeen Publication: Where there’s a little taste of something for everyone.
*Published by EMGinc.com
Welcome Southwest High School Alumni !!
That's right, this is your New Online Twisted Newsletter Publication Blog for your eMusement!
We will be publishing short stories, articles, tips, tricks, advice, answering emails and comments to any of our posts. Including articles, short stories, and art submissions from local talent in our Alma Mater's hometown of Kansas City, Missouri. Keeping you abreast of OUR beloved Southwest High School in KCMO is our top priority.
Postings will be sporadic at times and flow without an end in sight other times. We will occasionally have some Shameless Advertising links for fellow Alumni who are operating their own businesses via internet or up-close and personal. Blaze will be conducting interviews with as many members as wish to be interviewed and share their stories, memories, and pictures associated with their experiences at Southwest High School in Kansas City, MO.
Please do not hesitate to contact us with any and all publication inquiries, art submissions, ideas for improvement, comments or questions, and article submissions. I, Blaze, am your fearless leader in the fight to save our high school's memory as it has been deserted and stored away from the former students, teachers, and staff who reminisce about the good 'ole days at Southwest High School.
We are currently leading an ambitious campaign to contact the Kansas City Public School District in order to form an Actual Legal Alumni Association with copyright, ownership license, trademarks, and recognized by the State!
Yours Truly and Ever Sincere,
Elisa Mendoza Gilliland, President
20-Year Class of '89 Reunion Committee
*Scheduled for August 2009
We will be publishing short stories, articles, tips, tricks, advice, answering emails and comments to any of our posts. Including articles, short stories, and art submissions from local talent in our Alma Mater's hometown of Kansas City, Missouri. Keeping you abreast of OUR beloved Southwest High School in KCMO is our top priority.
Postings will be sporadic at times and flow without an end in sight other times. We will occasionally have some Shameless Advertising links for fellow Alumni who are operating their own businesses via internet or up-close and personal. Blaze will be conducting interviews with as many members as wish to be interviewed and share their stories, memories, and pictures associated with their experiences at Southwest High School in Kansas City, MO.
Please do not hesitate to contact us with any and all publication inquiries, art submissions, ideas for improvement, comments or questions, and article submissions. I, Blaze, am your fearless leader in the fight to save our high school's memory as it has been deserted and stored away from the former students, teachers, and staff who reminisce about the good 'ole days at Southwest High School.
We are currently leading an ambitious campaign to contact the Kansas City Public School District in order to form an Actual Legal Alumni Association with copyright, ownership license, trademarks, and recognized by the State!
Yours Truly and Ever Sincere,
Elisa Mendoza Gilliland, President
20-Year Class of '89 Reunion Committee
*Scheduled for August 2009
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