Personal essay: ‘No, Grandma, I refuse to join a convent!’

MONIQUE VITCHE News Editor “I told my grandma if I ever have a kid and it's a girl, I’ll name her Margaret,” I told John the other day. “You know what she told me? She told me nuns can’t have children.” “Do it,”...

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Personal essay: ‘It took long enough,’ third time’s a charm

MONIQUE VITCHE News Editor 1 - It was a Monday afternoon and I was early. I sat down on the chair outside her office and flipped through whatever magazine was left on the table. It didn’t interest me, so I put it...

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From the editor’s desk: One more chance, one last chance

MELANIE ANZIDEI Editor-in-Chief Oct. 19 is a date that has been glued in my memory for months now - since last spring when coach handed us the preliminary season schedule. Today, as I write this, is that day. My nerves are tensing and...

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Essay: Defeating writer’s block with writing

MONIQUE VITCHE News Editor I slammed my hands against the keyboard in frustration. I had been staring at a blank page for almost two hours and I still couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say or how to say it. Panic began...

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Personal essay: I don’t believe in love or Santa Claus

ALEXIS CAMARENA Senior Editor I don’t believe in love or Santa Claus. I always knew there was no such thing as Santa Claus. No, really, I did. No one had to tell me. No parent, teacher or any other adult had to sit...

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Getting out of dodge: How to grow up using dodgeball

MATT SERGEANT Contributor My brother, five years my senior, and his friends started playing dodgeball in the summers together to keep in touch when they went their separate ways at the end of their adolescence to respective colleges, and managed to keep...

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A personal essay: Who is the best writer in the room?: A brief look at a literary friendship between Wallace and Franzen

JOHN SAAVEDRA JR. Student Voice Editor 1 I wonder if anyone really looks into what’s happening in a generation until one or two of its members are found dead somewhere or are just shit out of luck. This one’s a pretentious look...

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A personal essay: God bless you, Raoul Duke

JOE CASTILLO Photo Editor “I know we’re not getting our deposit back on this room.” These were my exact words as I stood at the threshold of one of the motel rooms rented to the class of 2010. We’ll get back...

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