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By Dan Huycke

Sentry Staff Reporter

Although she would consider an over-abundance of seriousness her weakness, senior Margaret Doyle shows no signs of uptight sternness, sitting against the cool of the blue lockers, one sneaker crossed over the other, legs outstretched, relaxing. Sitting side by side, two interviewers/interviewees, we get down to brass tacks.

Doyle informs me of her summer memories, still fresh in her mind, specifically of her encounter with famed celeb, James Franco. Doyle tells me that this experience, after being hurried along to take the picture and to “get away”, taught her how dangerous fame can be to the human spirit. She got the sense that Franco felt too lofty and superior to others, teenage girls included. But her main qualm with people is their lack of love for guinea pigs, “the only rodent I’d be around”, she said.

The interview is underway and I am learning a lot about Doyle, about how quickly we all really do grow up and much more. Now is the time to pull out the big guns, the meat and potatoes: the questions that really give me a sense of what kind of person she is. She has never seen True Detective. Not good, but then again, I am a seventeen year old; what do I know?

She tells me that when vining she has never felt more wasteful, like the life is being thrown away with each passing frame of piano playing kitties and twitching buttocks. I inquire into those dark recesses, prodding her as to what provokes tears more than anything else and why she should (or should not) love herself. She sheds some light, telling me that her grandparents old folks home, with the wall of photographs of that week’s deceased ever changing, breaks her down and THAT is why she feels it necessary to love herself: otherwise, life would be miserable, like an old folks home.


By Margaret Doyle

Sentry Staff Editor

Senior Dan Huycke likes to dabble in the arts. His love of music, knowledge of poetry and incredible gift for killing animals helps define him as a modern day Renaissance man.

Although Huycke brings many talents to The Sentry, horseback riding is not one of them. He came close to death while riding on a horse several years ago.

When asked which musical instrument he was most like, Huycke began by saying the piano because he shares a similar coloring with the black and white instrument. After a few moments of hesitation, however, his answer quickly changed.

“Have you ever heard of a hurdy-gurdy before? That’s the instrument I’d be.”

Huycke’s favorite poem is “To You” by Walt Whitman. However, reading carefully crafted words are not Huycke’s only love.

“My favorite condiment is Hollandaise sauce. For my last meal on death row, I would just ask for a jar of Hollandaise sauce.”

Do not let him fool you. Behind Huycke’s witty demeanor hides a dark past. He once accidentally hit a deer with his car.

“I hit it in the head, and it just kind of rolled down the hill. I never saw it again. When I checked out the front of my car, there was some blood and fur on it. I think it’s either brain damaged or dead by now,” said Huycke.

When asked if he has ever killed any animals with his bare hands, Huycke quickly tried to change the subject.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Huycke.

When he is not killing deer, he is learning more about himself.

“This summer I learned that when I’m older I want to “Do.”  Now, I need to figure out what it is that I am going  to do,” said Huycke.

If one things for sure, it is that Huycke will do a lot of great things for The Sentry. We welcome him as the newest reporter.



Photo by Libby Boda

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