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MAHS Poetry Out Loud competition, with Thomas McPhee coming in first, and Thomas Roberts and Alex McIntosh tying for second in a very strong field of 12.


From the Morris Area High School Poetry Out Loud competition, Friday, 30 January 2009, right after the performance of the original one-act Lysistrata Interruptae. Morris has done very well at this competition; two years ago we had a student place second in the state of Minnesota, and last year a different student took first in Minnesota and only nearly missed the money at the national finals.

We got to hear 12 students do an impressive series of poetry recitations, leading to a very tight judging challenge. In the end our very own Sub-Evil Boy was awarded a well deserved (IMHO) first place, with Alex McIntosh and Thomas Roberts being in a tough tie for second. Sub-Evil and at least one of the second place finishers will go to regionals in a week, and we're hoping that all three of these deserving young men get to go.

I didn't take any photos during the actual readings, I'm afraid; my camera is annoyingly noisy and I didn't want to distract from the readings. So these are all from either the introductory announcements or from the handing out of the awards.

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