The Observer

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June 27, 2011

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By Dominick Chiarenza Contributing Writer Published: November 5, 2009 Didn’t know what to say or do anymore. I was left there, at the end of the road, at the final note of my song. Had nowhere to turn, nothing to look forward to, and not a muscle in my face that wished to smile. My time was almost done, and I need...

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June 27, 2011

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By Mike Fabano Contributing Writer Published: November 5, 2009 This is a new pen but it is 4 years older than when I got it. It’s another October, seems to be a fruitful month, or at least I’ve tricked myself really well. I’m finally in love again. I only say “again” because I don...

How Not to Wire a Circuit Board

June 27, 2011

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By Tricia Bangit Contributing Writer Published: October 8, 2009 Don’t be afraid to ask questions I think I already know the answer More answers leads to more questions and I’m back to I don’t know.   Except to never crash while trying to catch your breath under a tub of all those feathers before they fall into cold wate...

Mr. Rogers’ Sweater

June 27, 2011

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By Danielle Page Staff Writer Published: October 8, 2009 My nana lived to be 93 years old.  During that time, she never lost a single possession. Rather, when something went missing, she would claim she had simply misplaced it and that it would turn up soon. She lived downstairs in my house when I was little.  She ha...

Considering Crabs

June 25, 2011

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By Dylan Houle Contributing Writer Published: September 24, 2009 There are crab fisherman on graffitied piers that poke into the dirtier parts of New York City’s East River.  Puerto Ricans and Mexicans and Dominicans.  Thin lipped with incredulous wrinkled eyes.  Mothers as matriarchs, fathers given a sad sort of re...

Music Digestion

June 23, 2011

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By Arianna Joseph Contributing Writer Published: August 27, 2009 No longer do I allow music to take control of me But I take in with control, the music as I begin what I refer to as my Music Digestion It’s a simultaneous transition from My mind to my heart and from my heart to my core From my core, I give music access to my limbs And with my...

Tarnished

June 23, 2011

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  By MATT PETRONZIO Contributing Writer Published: August 27, 2009 It fades, it fades. The dark, it fades. The scent ascends. Existentialism.  Manure. Your black heart is Bitter on my tongue, Your tongue. Your idle hands are Rank with air. Barbarous hands, Are your hands, my hands And lips of poison Are wet still with The swagger, the swig. Too ...

SANDY

June 22, 2011

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By Alex Gaete Staff Writer Published: April 30, 2009 My grandmother is quite old-fashioned, you see. She still makes coffee with a percolator on the stove top. I’ve grown up on that sort of coffee, actually. I once asked for a bag of beans to be ground at one of those fancy coffee places in the city. The young female em...

Godless Mouse: How Isaac Brock poses the most important threat to Catholic education

June 22, 2011

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By Ali Musa Contributing Writer Published: April 30, 2009 At 3:30 in the morning late last spring, I heard the gun shots ring out from the parade. In pajamas, I joined the growing crowd of onlookers. Thirty-some-odd dumbfounded undergrads kept an even fifty-yard radius from the lone gunman in the center of the field, as ...

Wash

June 20, 2011

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By Ashley Tedesco Asst. News Editor Published: April 9, 2009 an old friend visits me now and then. he’s the kind you don’t bring to parties unless you’re fond of awkward silence. and yet i’m always sad to see him go. he is the nose pressed against the glass neighbor that everybody ha...

Alien Bugs

June 20, 2011

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By Samantha Smith Contributing Writer Published: April 9, 2009 I told my mom to take a seat. I knew the current situation was going to cause a familial issue, but I knew that if I didn’t tell her my dad wouldn’t take care of it. “We have cave crickets at the lake house,” I said anticipating her hysteria. She loo...

The Proper, Respectable Transformation of John O’Donnelly III

June 20, 2011

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By Thomas Papain Contributing Writer Published: April 2, 2009 John lived in a twenty-room marbled mansion, perched neatly on a gently sloped hill, for the first thirty-six years of his life. His family only inhabited six of these rooms at any given time, and only dared use three of the sixteen bathrooms available to them, b...