This week, two Pulaski students compete for our Wisconsin Student of the Week poll
This week, we're doing a Wisconsin Student of the Week poll with two students from the same grade and the same school.
Two Pulaski High School juniors were nominated by their teachers for this week's poll. Read to see what those teachers say about them, and then vote in our poll — plus, learn how to nominate a student from your school.
"Sammy consistently approaches each day and task she takes on with a bright and positive attitude. Sammy is involved in many extracurriculars and puts forth the effort to be the best she can be in all of these. One extracurricular to highlight is her involvement in Student Council. Sammy demonstrates remarkable dedication to ensure the school culture for all students is the best it can be! She puts in extra effort to get items done, gets tasks done as soon as asked, problem-solves on her own, and is always the first to volunteer to make sure different things are done. She jumps in to be a leader and help out without hesitation with a positive attitude always. Her commitment to our school does not go unnoticed!
For these reasons (and many others), I wholeheartedly believe that Sammy deserves to be recognized as Student of the Week. Her positive attitude, leadership, hard work, and kindness not only contribute to her success but also enhance our school culture!"
-Mindy Micolichek, learning support teacher, Pulaski High School
"Ally exemplifies what it means to be a true Red Raider. Despite facing the challenge of multiple surgeries that kept her out of school, she showed incredible dedication to her studies and ensured she never fell behind. Ally consistently goes above and beyond, keeping her academics at the forefront of her daily life. Her resilience, positive attitude and strong work ethic make her a role model for her peers. She embodies the Raider Way through her determination, kindness and unwavering commitment to excellence. Ally's actions and character inspire those around her, making her a deserving recipient of this honor."
-Alexis Vuksan, English teacher, Pulaski High School
This week's poll runs from Monday, May 5, until noon Thursday, May 8. We will announce the winner online April 25 at jsonline.com, postcrescent.com and greenbaypressgazette.com, and in our newspapers on Sunday, April 27. Happy voting!
Do you work with youth and know someone who could be Student of the Week? Reach out to Debi Young, statewide education editor, at debi.young@jrn.com to get a link to the nomination form.
Rebecca Loroff is a K-12 education reporter for the USA TODAY NETWORK-Wisconsin. She welcomes story tips and feedback. Contact her at rloroff@gannett.com.
This article originally appeared on Milwaukee Journal Sentinel: Vote in this week's Wisconsin Student of the Week poll
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