noah p. donica

Noah Patrick Donica

As we finish the beginning of the early years

we are all faced with the unavoidable fact

that we are all about to be totally in control.

When school ends— when we all say good-

bye— the life outside of Fishers High

School begins and we are all forced into

becoming the people we are meant to be-

come.

For myself, I understand that as I leave I will

be pushed to a nomadic state of mind that

will allow me to further myself by under-

standing the person I am, so that I can help

others around me. To paraphrase David

Henry Thoreau, I must begin to live deliber-

ately and see what this life has to offer, so

that in the end I do not feel like I missed out

or did not live to the fullest. In the end we

can only find our true home by leaving the

one that we grew up in.

The Only Way to Find Home is by Leaving…

Letter to me 2

Top Ten 2

Defining Moments 2

On the Road 3

Most influential 3

Time Capsule Memories

4

Art News Reflection

5

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Inside this issue:

Special points of in-

terest:

Noah Patrick Donica

Age 18

Born August 5, 1994

Mom: Leta

Dad: Robert

Sister: Alyson

Brother-in-law: Eddie

Best Friends: Mike

Herron and Konrad

Wolfmeyer

Well Noah,

I’d say you mess up— but then

again I’d say every mistake is

one worth making. You don't

completely see it all the time

but I’ve been through it. When

you want to regret don't, be-

cause all things that happen

end up creating who you are,

and to be honest I like who I

am so don't change me.

Also when things change re-

member that you come out all

right, it gets rough and you feel

lost from time to time,

but turn to writing turn

to reading, turn to working and

make your self into something

positive.

Remember to always use your

heart more than your head, and

know that you are okay in the

future.

Love,

Noah P. Donica

they very well could make him and

others experience joy— just in my

experience the strongly conserva-

tive mindset only has brought me

discontent and a feeling that I am

not living as much to help.

Since my mom’s coming out

and being openly gay two years

ago I have begun to understand

and allow my liberal mindset to

I hadn't always looked at things

the way that I do now. In my past I

was constantly focused on the ideals

of my father. It wasn't until around

two years ago that I realized plenty

of my unhappy and negative feelings

towards the life I lived stemmed off

the ideals that he instilled in me.

When I say this, I just mean that they

are not things that make me happy,

expand. This event in my life ulti-

mately led me into a socially liberal

and economically conservative

mindset. The change was trying

but it influenced me and gave me

the background and foundation

that gave me a stronger will to

continue to carry my own ideals

further.

Letter to Me

A Defining Moment of My Life: Achievements

Paris I studied four years of

French and I would love to

go see the capital.

New York City everyone

wants to see it

St. Louis I love the arch and I

love that it is the gateway to

the west.

Savannah I went here when I

was younger and I didn't

appreciate it enough I think I

would like it now

Spain I have a few friends

there and I think it would be

nice to see their home.

Andes Mts this is the home

of machu pichu and I think it

would be fantastic to see it.

Ireland because I feel like

they have the prettiest land-

scapes

Top Ten Places to Go

In my life there are at least ten

places I must go, the following

are places I must visit for the

first time and/or revisit:

Denver to see the mountains

San Francisco to be where

the poets of my aspirations

began.

Quebec I love the old city

and I love how it is a little bit

of France in North America

Noah Patr ick Donica Volume 1, I ssue 1

My First Time On the Road: Achievement

My Mother’s Influence: People

The Most Influential People in My Life: People

The intertwined tangle of con-

crete road has ends that many

use as beginnings. I think that

is why it calls me. As with any-

thing the road is up to interpre-

tation and is only what the

traveler makes of it. I set off

on my journey from the very

stretch of road that I had al-

ways considered an end. An

ending is only a final place for

those who let it be, and for

some an ending will never

come.

We walked on our bloodied

feet for the most painful 36

miles and even though we were

offered hitchhike rides we con-

tinued to walk through the

pain and even had a man slow

down and laugh at us.

And as we were sent off, we

arrived in the darkness. The

first sign of people since day-

light is what greeted us on the

outskirts of town. The children

we passed were playing in their

font yards in the early darkness

of that night. Their stares

didn’t weigh much on us

as we passed for our blistered

feet

that we carried ourselves on,

lack of water, and overall ex-

haustion consumed our minds.

We entered the houses of our

grandparents. There we ate and

fell asleep almost immediately.

trust in me when it came to

construction.

I, only ten when he died,

did not really get to learn all I

needed to know. Eventually

the task was passed to my un-

cle Joe. However, this passing

of lessons and a “father-son”

like relationship in my life

would not last forever. Joe, his

life a mess, ended up dropping

the symbolic “torch” he held in

my life.

The beginning of this year,

I met Andy Smith, and I am

not even sure that he under-

stands the type of influence

that he has on my life, but I am

grateful for the trust and re-

spect that he passed to me this

year. It is from these people

that I have gained an under-

standing of confidence to be-

come the man I am today.

It almost seems odd to

think that someone who has

been dead for almost nine

years could be one of the most

influential people in my life.

Thinking back on it all I only

had ten years to know him, and

of those ten I only have mem-

ories from roughly half of

them. John Frank Willvage,

Papa was the first person in my

life to give me tools, and have

divorce that shaped me the most.

Halfway through my junior year, my

mother came out to me, and immedi-

ately all of my opinions and ideals were

given an ethos that I never imagined

they could hold. My mother taught me

empathy and how to be there for peo-

ple, how to accept other and how to

respect differences. My father taught

I cannot say that all of the changes

that I have made are for the better, but I

know that I have made plenty throughout

high school. I began my freshman year as

a naïve young man who didn’t under-

stand many things, I had opinions and

ideals that I couldn’t back up. Since then

plenty has happened to change me. Of

all the things that I’ve been through

though, I think that it was my parents’

me how to live with things that you don’t

believe in and to object but remain respect-

ful. I have always had the belief that no

man can judge another, but as I was

pressed with this event in my life, I began

to understand why I had that feeling. The

greatest change in my life has been learning

why I feel and knowing that why is the

important part of any opinion or ideal.


My watch

My first knife

My fist hatchet

Hiking boots

Canvas bag

These items all have a signifi-

cant meaning to me, the watch

is something that I hold dear,

because not many people use

them anymore and I find it as a

character point for me. The

Knife is something that repre-

sents the outdoorsman in me,

this is tied in with the hatchet I

was given by my grandfather.

They both show how I am

fond of the out side. The Hik-

ing boots are symbolic of how

I favor trails and like to go out

and hike, and finally the canvas

bad is something that I love to

travel with, I got one this year

from my mom as a traveling

gift. She told me that every

great traveler has one.

Time Capsule

breathing in the scents of the

season and she would sit fo-

cused on the road ahead smil-

ing. And as night would come,

we would make our way back

home for dinner.

Growing up with my sister

was a gift that I value more

than anything else that has

happened to me. She was, and

still is, a very large part of my

life and my growing maturity.

Alyson, my sister, taught me

like a parent does but in a way

that a parent cannot reach. She

was a role model as I grew up.

Spending those midweek days

driving with her until the sun

went down was one of my

fondest memories. We would

drive with no purpose just for

the sake of adventure, and for

that, I will always love my sis-

ter.

A Memory of My Sister and I

We would drive—we would

drive until the sun went down

and the road was quite with the

wind ever roaring through the

open windows of our small tan

car. The sky would paint us a

beautiful picture as whatever

song my sister wanted to listen

to, serenaded us down the

road. There I would sit with

my hand moving through the

passing air out the window,


I was burning. I suppose we

all were burning. The concept

that our whole summer, spent

planning and organizing a struc-

ture to run this organization,

could be ruined by just the care-

less swat of infuriated us. We sat

across from her and attempted to

politely hold back our irritation as

we listened to our plans thought-

lessly be dismissed. Attempting to

chime-in felt seemingly impossi-

ble, and if we could get a word out

of our own it immediately resulted

with her response of, “It’s just not

possible right now.” The four of us

knew that because it was not her

plan, she did not hear us out.

“Now” had nothing to do with it,

“now” would work better than any

other time. Thus began a year of

struggles for the four of us, as we

tired continually to run our news-

paper.

After we left the meeting, we

proceeded down the hall and

wound our way to the principal’s

office. We expected that our ideas

would not be taken into considera-

tion, thus we planned a second

meeting in which we suspected

Jason Urban would come to our

aid. Unfortunately, my career in

student publications would ulti-

mately end due to the unwilling-

ness of compromise between staff,

advisor, and school board.

A Memory of Newspaper at Fishers High School

Art Reflections Banana Art and Lyrics

News Reflection: Lance Armstrong

This Art work, Titled Will

Work For Food is one of my

favorite graphics. The clever

concept that the picture repre-

sents truly is a comment on the

societal influence on the push

for ultimate fruit control of the

status quo in the trying eco-

nomical times that are faced by

all Americans. The comical

ideology of this “Dirty Bana-

na” is one that represents a

turning of the people towards

rotten ways to continually

make money.

Overall, the picture was

made with a comical

intent; however, the end

results of a rather intelli-

gent and though pro-

voking message.

wins, the public has been let down.

This let down has taken a toll on peo-

ple of the cycling community and has

even stretched to those outside of its

general group.

Although the discovery of the

cheating has not affected me personal-

ly, the generalized idea that someone

who is supposed to be a role model

turned out to be a fraud is something

that should affect everyone to a cer-

tain extent. The article technically

evokes no call to action; however,

a general topic is necessary to

pose after reading: “Why did we

not see this earlier?” Confused

and stunned, society was not

expectation to hear of these lies,

and in the end It will most likely

result in a more criticizing and

skeptic public eye on all rising to

higher levels of sporting competi-

tions.

Unfairly, many people along

with Lance Armstrong have been

utilizing performance-enhancing

drugs in the cycling world. Alt-

hough it may not personally affect

everyone, the ideals behind cheat-

ing and lying to the world are

something that all people should

have a natural inclination to des-

pise. Over the last few weeks as

Armstrong admitted to doping

during his multiple Tour de France

Junebug by Robert Francis

(the lyrics listed to the right) is

a song that has been my favor-

ite since I first heard it. The

song is an ode to Robert’s

younger years, it focuses on

young love and how that inno-

cence, when looked backed on

can be soiled with malice.

Robert evokes from the listen-

ers a feeling of joy from the

sad lyrics, this joy stems from

the initial feelings of love that

we all feel.

Litke, Jim and

Vertuno, Jim

“Lance Armstrong

May Not be Done

Confessing.” New

York Times, New

York Times., 15

Jan 2013. Web.

15 Jan 201


Oooooh aaaaaah oooohh

You’d put the moon in a basket

On your bike front by the coast

The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost.

You liked to play with darkness

All the universe could give.

I was the home you once tried to escape

The dark in which you lived.

And soon they’d find you laying there

on several different homes

They’d find you laying on their porches,

did you need to use the phone?

And lure you into their rooms,

That was the last I heard of June.

That was love I could not allow

You were beautiful then,

You’re just a coke jaw now.


I remember everything



ooooh ... oooooh

Ohhhhh

You were beautiful then. I’m still in too deep.


Personally I have a connection

with this song. It reminds me of a

youthful love that was torn apart

by the girl that I was with. She was

not well but I still cared, this song

gives me the feelings of that rela-

tionship over and over again.

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