Jori is a force to be reckoned with, but you wouldn’t know it at first glance. Her minte ombre hair, pixie eyes and fairy-like frame suggest youth, creativity, and a fun-loving life. Her skin shines like porcelain and when she smiles you feel the stars. But underneath the gleam are deep, unending tunnels of pupil. As she speaks to me in the sunlight, I can sense the darkness she is holding at bay…a certain tiredness that shouldn’t be there at her age. She’s battling something. She’s unnerved.
This is her story.
The Hudson High School is a place of history. Its walls have stood since 1973 and as classes have grown, updates have been made. It has remained a staple in the heart of a beautiful river town. But while small enough for teachers to know everyone’s name, the halls have never held small town sentiment. As the “pride of the East side” of the Twin Cities, Hudson students work hard and play harder. There’s an edge to the air that manifests upon entering the parking lot. A guard patrols the only entrance and exit, and the occasional cop dog roams the sidewalk.