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The Sweet Taste of Success

By Stephen C. Schultz


The stickiness was thrilling and annoying all at the same time. My fingers stuck to the side of the plastic cup as I lifted the fragrant elixir to my nose and smelled it one more time. Seeing the rusty color for the first time didn't scream "Drink Me!"...but, I did. So did about 12 other people who were standing there with me.

In fact, on a cool fall day in Mid October, at about 5000 feet above sea level, there isn't much that can beat the taste of fresh squeezed apple cider prepared tree to press in less than twelve hours time and less than fifty yards in distance.



This particular activity was set up to involve the students at Discovery Academy and Connection. Each Friday they have an opportunity to participate in an Experiential Activity. An activity that is educational, fun and relatable to the many emotional issues and concerns that these students have faced in their relatively young lives.

Earlier in the year, students went and picked Raspberries and brought them back and made jam. Many of the students had no idea this is where jam came from.

One student asked, "Can we really eat this? It doesn't have a label of ingredients. How do we know it's ok to eat?"



It's a sad commentary in many ways that today's teens are so innocent and naive about where food comes from and how it's made. Yet, that innocence is lost at too early of an age about substance use, problematic sexual behavior (PSB) and other risky behavior.

Below are a few blog posts found on the website of Discovery Academy. DA is a place where students who find themselves embroiled in a world of risky behavior and declining grades can regain a solid footing. Be sure to take a look.

The History of a Building is the History of a Community
Discovery Academy Talent Show
Therapist Honors Students by Giving His Skills

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