24 students honored in Scholastic Superstars program
The Times-Tribune recognized 24 graduating high school seniors for their outstanding work in the classroom and community during its Scholastic Superstars program on Monday evening at Lackawanna College in Scranton.
It has been a Times-Tribune tradition for three decades.
Students received a medal while their parents and guests applauded during the ceremony sponsored by PPL Electric Utilities.
Larry Holeva, executive editor of The Times-Tribune, presented the awards.
Each high school in the Times-Tribune coverage area is invited to nominate up to three seniors. After the names of students and schools and other identifying information is removed, the winners were voted on by judges from local colleges.
The winners are:
• Grace Beckish, North Pocono High School
• Owen Carso, Delaware Valley High School.
• Ella Cohen, Scranton Preparatory School
• Chelsea Empet, Mountain View Junior/Senior High School
• Gabriella Estadt, Valley View High School
• Emily Hanson, Blue Ridge High School
• Lia Hartman, Western Wayne High School
• Matthew Hill, Scranton High School
• Sara Hoban, Abington Heights High School
• Ryleigh Kilmer, Mountain View Junior/Senior High School
• Zachary Kovaleski, Holy Cross High School
• Stephanie Kucharski, Old Forge High School
• Winni Lin, Riverside High School
• Gavin Monahan, Holy Cross High School
• Declan Moran, Scranton High School
• Zarina Mustafina, West Scranton High School
• Kaia Negvesky, West Scranton High School
• Ivy Neureuter, Scranton High School
• Adam Paranich, Abington Heights High School
• Maura Pivirotto, Abington Heights High School
• Allison Rocco, North Pocono High School
• Christian Segiel, North Pocono High School
• Austin Shramko, Riverside High School
• Logan Zdaniewicz, Tunkhannock Area High School
This year's judges were Lois K. Draina, Ph.D., retired dean, Marywood University; Aaron Mattern, senior regional director of enrollment management, Penn State Hazleton, Scranton and Wilkes-Barre; and Joseph M. Roback, associate vice president, admissions and enrollment, University of Scranton.
Additional coverage can be found at thetimes-tribune.com and will appear in print Wednesday. Starting Wednesday, The Times-Tribune will publish a biography and photo of one Superstar a day, excepting Mondays.
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