Repeater 2014 magazine

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our story we, the staff of the repeater, are proud to bring you this magazine, highlighting the literary and artistic talents that cardinal gibbons cultivates among its students. we would like to thank all of those who submitted this year for providing us with quality content to complete our mission to reproduce the words, thoughts, visions, and dreams of the students at cardinal gibbons high school. this year, we were inspired by the writings and style of e.e. cummings, particularly his omission of capital letters. in tribute, we follow his style in parts of our magazine. our content is excellent. many of our submissions have won awards from various art and/or writing competitions, both locally and nationally. we hope this magazine sparks your interest and inspires new thoughts and ideas. the idea for this magazine originated many years ago when art instructor rebecca dason sat next to a student at a school dance. this student expressed his desire to have a student-led literary and arts magazine that would showcase students' creativity. the original intent was to give students “an opportunity to express themselves through a students’ publication,� said dason. here we are 17 volumes later.

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cardinal gibbons high school is a college preparatory, co-educational high school of the roman catholic diocese of raleigh. we embrace the mission of jesus christ: to form men and women of faith, service, and leadership in church and community.

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staff list editor-in-chief anthony palumbo

managing editor kathryn baker

literary editor jenna steele

art editors daniel diehl wyatt posner

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laura hart nicole howren tim kowalczyk samantha sophie

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a crime of pleasure 5 daniel miles ‘14 her heart 6 kate russell ‘17 skygazer 6 zach zoberano ‘14 spring 7 kathryn baker ‘15 nature 7 morgan sinclair ‘15 ZKLWH Ă DPH edgar torres ‘15 UHĂ HFWLYH VXUIDFHV kathryn baker ‘15 coffee shop talks 9 brandon dini ‘14 cream and sugar 9 nicole howren ‘17 coffee shop talks (cont) 10 brandon dini ‘15 church in the sky 11 nicole howren ‘17 laughter is the best medicine 12 catherine wagner ‘15 roots 13 nikki knapp ‘16 summer sun 14 samantha wine ‘16 order, in triplicate 14 tim kowalczyk ‘15 so they say 15 morgan holub ‘15 two chances 16 jenna steele ‘15 rick 17 nicole howren ‘17 FDQV samantha bratzke ‘15 FDQLQH andrew cochrane ‘14 a winter night 19 maria gabriela cardeno ‘16 what to do? 19 emily moser ‘16 VHYHQW\ Ă€YH with a breeze 20 WUHYRU OHQ]PHLHU Âś expectation 20 samantha sophie ’15 churches 21 zach soberano ‘14 alone 21 coryann collins ‘16 4

to be beautiful marissa jerden ‘15 as she sat caitlyn shanahan ‘15 my memory of you anthony palumbo frozen heart nicole howren ‘17 facade tim kowalczyk ‘15 stems daniel diehl ‘16 mother like you jenna steele ‘15 WKH VRXWK kathryn baker ‘15 WLPH RI GD\ kathryn baker ‘15 nameless rachel hebert ‘14 across the street samantha sophie ‘15 HO RWRQR DXWXPQ jake curtis ‘16 play day samantha sophie ‘15 a dr. seuss story melenie lopes ‘16 lines natasha johnston ‘14 status quo tim kowalczyk ‘15 crumple crush twist fold andrew cochrane ‘14 duke chapel lauren morris ‘14 eye of the storm rachel hebert ‘14 blue sky breeze isabelle miranda ‘14 roses caroline czuhai ‘15 staircase nicole knape ‘15 the clock parker daigre ‘16 WKH VHHGV RI IDOO DQGUHD YHORVD Âś FRORSKRQ P\ JLEERQV home

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daniel miles ‘14 My words Are serving a sentence For mixing their tenses, While my pen Pleads repentance For its pompous pretenses. Shiny little Bic Went a tad overboard, When declaring itself A match for the sword. My words got the slammer When, as partners in crime, They ignored rules of grammar And rules for rhyme. But what now of me? A writer no less!

drawing by laura hart ‘15

Vocabulary-free Without means to express? I beg them, “Come back!” I pray them, “Release me!” But the pen’s bruised blue-black And the words don’t come easily.

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her heart kate russell ‘17 The sky grew gray as the sun went down and her heart was so broken now.

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spring

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kathryn baker ‘15 An easy breeze wafts through the open window, I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of green. The popping colors and buzzing bees radiate life, A life of new beginnings, A life of new color, A life of new opportunity. With skies as blue and vast as dreams of our near futures, Spring. The long awaited season of prospect Accompanied by bright sun rays of relentless hope. With blooming buds and fresh mowed lawns, Spring is the fresh start we’ve yearned for through winter; It brings blossoms of new happiness, Blooms of original ideas and chances. The breeze slowly subsides, The world returns to its natural elegance. Spring waits with unending possibility $QG , ULVH WR DFFHSW LWV JLIW RI LQÀQLWH LQQRYDWLRQ

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brandon dini ‘14

Albert hurried to the coffee shop where he met Connor the week before. He noticed the elderly gentleman, and upon approaching him, Albert asked about his endeavor. “So what gives with the pen? Shouldn’t you be using a pencil for the crossword?â€? “Why would I do that?â€? “You’re kidding, right?â€? “No, please tell me why I should be using a pencil.â€? ´8K RN :HOO FKDQFHV DUH WKDW WKH Ă€UVW ZRUG \RX SXW LQ WKH VSDFH ZRQ¡W EH WKH ULJKW RQH And then the whole puzzle can be ruined. And then there’s no way to solve it. But, if you have a pencil, you can simply erase your mistake and try a different word.â€? “I still don’t want to use a pencil.â€? “Why not?â€?

“Pen has a way of displaying courage.â€? “I prefer pens. They have a tendency to make a better mark on paper. When you’re reading a letter, do you prefer reading it in pen or pencil?â€? “Well I guess I’d prefer pen.â€? “You see, Pen is preferred by the reader. Pen has a way of displaying courage. When writing in pencil, you expect yourself to make a mistake, so you are prepared to erase it. You don’t want anyone to see the blunder you made. But when you write in pen, you are convinced WKDW HYHU\WKLQJ \RX ZULWH ZLOO EH Ă DZOHVV $QG WKDW FDQ EH GLVSOD\HG WR WKH UHDGHU Âľ “I know, but what about the slight possibility that you do make a mistake? You have to cover it up and that looks terrible.â€? “That depends on how you choose to do so. A pencil’s greatest downfall is its inability to live up to its faults. When you make a mistake, you erase it from existence. Sure you may remember what it was for a short time, but your memory will eventually fade. Then when you return to work, you’ll never remember the lapse you made. Didn’t your parents ever tell you to learn from your mistakes Albert?â€? “They did.â€?

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coffee shop talks (continued) “So you see, pens give you that choice. If you scribble over your blunder until only a splotch of ink remains, then you’ll never see your mistake. And knowing the mistakes you made in your past can be the key to not repeating them again in the future. So when I mess up in pen, I draw a single line through it. Then, I can look back at what I wrote.” “Can’t the reader see the mistake you made? “It is better to let your faults glow in front of those who judge you than to let them rot in a dark corner. If the reader knows you made a mistake but doesn’t know what it was, they’ll make assumptions. Those can be deadly, Albert. The reader can take the message and turn it any way they choose. However, if they clearly see the mistakes you made, what you gain is priceless. Their respect. People appreciate when you own up to your mistakes. That way, everyone can learn from you.” “But what if you mess up so much, no one can understand you?” “That’s where you’re wrong. You will always know what you’re saying. If you speak boldly and make many mistakes, people will ignore what you have to say, but you won’t. You will always know what it is you stand for. And if you don’t get your message across to your reader, at least you will make an impression on them. They will eventually forget WKH WLPLG SHQFLO ZULWHU WKDW JRW KLV SRLQW DFURVV ÁDZOHVVO\ 7KH\ ZLOO DOZD\V UHPHPEHU WKH SHQ ZULWHU ZKR VWRRG EHIRUH WKHP DQG VSRNH VR EROGO\ DQG FRQÀGHQWO\ DQG PDGH D IHZ mistakes along the way. That man will stay with them forever. So I say to you Albert: write in pen. Don’t fear your mistakes. Stand before all of the crowds of the world and speak boldly. Never forget your mistakes, Albert, and no one will forget you.” “You’ve done it again, Connor. You’ve inspired me. Shall we meet again next week?” “I sincerely hope so.”

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church in the sky nicole howren ‘17

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laughter is the best medicine catherine wagner ‘15

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summer sun samantha wine ‘16

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two chances jenna steele ‘15 Mistakes are made. Forgiveness is given. People forge. People live on. Sins are deadly. Grudges are held. People remember. People hold on.

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churches zach soberano ‘14

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my memory of you anthony palumbo ‘15

I step. The dry snow crunches beneath my feet. I am surrounded by quiet, pure beauty. I stop in the cone of light produced by the faulty street lamp on your street. On, off. I take each step with great precision, trying to make my footprints into an exact line. As I continue to your house I feel warm drops of water trickle down my face. I am at your front yard and see the spot where we built our snow fort years before. I knock. I will always knock, but you never answer. I wait a few seconds before I grasp the handle. My hands are numb from the snow that falls every winter outside your house. I turn the handle and the door opens. My heart is beating as I peer around the den. You were always an avid reader. That’s why I admired you. When I was little we would curl up on those cold snowy nights in the bear fur chair for hours while you read to me. I could never forget those times. You loved to read and I loved to listen. I could never forget your reaction when all I wanted for my seventh birthday was for you and me to sit in the den and for you to read Midnight Magic to me. All I can remember was the great joy on your face. Now I stand here and look at this room and see the tattered wooden walls covered in dust, and cluttered with pictures. I take a step toward your antique desk. I stop. A picture of Nana sits on your desk. Her smiling face has remained there for 50 years. My arm slowly PDNHV LWV ZD\ WRZDUG WKH GHVN , UXQ P\ FROG VWLII ÀQJHUV DORQJ WKH ZRRG :KHQ , OLIW WKHP up they are covered with dust, but I know every particle of that dust was connected to you. I wish I could go back to the night when you were standing against the window, watching the snow fall. The white fragments intrigued you. I wish I had the courage to go to you and embrace you. I wish I could bring you back. I wish I could tell Nana that it ZDV DOO JRLQJ WR EH ÀQH Standing near the picture of you and Nana I wait for you to give me a sign, to tell me that you will be back. You used to tell me every story has an end, but in OLIH HYHU\ HQG LV D QHZ EHJLQQLQJ ,W·V KDUG WR ÀQG D QHZ EHJLQQLQJ LQ DQ\WKLQJ WKHVH GD\V 0\ KHDUW DFKHV IURP WKH SDLQ RI ORVLQJ \RX DQG WKH SDLQ IURP WU\LQJ WR ÀQG \RX I miss that spark in your eyes when I talked to you. I miss your small chuckle when I cracked a bad joke. I miss those open arms that would be there for me every day when I came to your house. I miss the deep voice that comforted me when I went through a kindergarten break up. I miss those nights ZKHQ ZH VWRRG E\ WKH ZLQGRZ DQG ZDWFKHG WKH ZKLWH ÁDNHV IDOO IURP WKH VN\ Although we are apart, we are together, watching the snow.

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mother like you jenna steele ‘15 How can one hope for change in the world, If they cannot change themselves? How can one expect to do great things, When they cannot make great choices? LET ME BREATHE! Don’t force your air to be mine. Remove your face from my space, and let me work my lungs

Your micromanagement sickens me, you know what I can do! LET ME BE! When life hangs the sweet supple success just out of reach, Don’t assume I can’t do it. Push me harder! I WON'T BREAK!

I have learned to be pliable from watching you. I inherited your good, and your Let the sun shine through me! not-so-good, You make a better door than a %XW , KDYH OHDUQHG WR ÀOWHU DQG window, became anew. So swing out, I’ll walk through with a steady foot. I had no man in my life to teach me to be strong, Don’t hold my hand, but instead a woman. Support my steps as if I were two. A woman who’s lived through more than the strongest man. A mother who taught me that you will get nowhere in life, unless you want to be there. A mother who taught me to be twice as strong as a man, and look twice as good doing it. So with a mother like you, How could I possibly fail?

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the south kathryn baker ‘15

The South. The home of thick accents, sweet hospitality, and rebels. Stepping past the Mason-Dixon line isn’t just moving into different geographical territory, it’s moving into a different way of life. A life where people greet others with bright, warm smiles. A life where “y’allâ€? is a prominent term. A life where southern pride burns passionately proud. %LVFXLWV JULWV DQG JUDY\ Ă€OO KDSS\ SODWHV GD\ DIWHU GD\ DQG SHDFK FREEOHU LV WKH sweetest way to fall into a heavy sleep. June through August welcomes steamy, humid weather, setting a bright and relaxing tone for lazy beach days and hot and sweaty country concerts. &RZER\ ERRWV VWUXW WKURXJK WKH WDONDWLYH DQG ZHOFRPLQJ VWUHHWV DV WUXFNV Ă \ GRZQ two lane dirt roads. Hunting is a social activity and camo is acceptable clothing. But beyond the clothes, the food, and the smiles, lies the pride. The pride of warm hospitality. The pride of bright and unique personality. The pride of the rebel South.

time of day kathryn baker ‘15

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nameless rachel hebert ‘14 Here, I rest. I wait, wonder, watch... Lost. I am forgotten; A broken body under broken stones, Marked only by my broken bones. My noble deeds- you’ll never know. My name, you see, Remains, John Doe.

across the street samantha sophie ‘15

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el otoño jake curtis ‘16

Es el otoño. Hace fresco porque es el mes de octubre. El lago es tranquilo y las hojas están cayéndose. Los árboles están bailando en el viento. Las hojas son amarillas, rojas, y anaranjadas. Todos los niños están emocionados porque a ellos les gusta mucho el otoño.

autumn It is autumn. It is cool out because it is October. The lake is calm and leaves are falling down. Trees are dancing in the wind. The leaves are yellow, red, and orange. All children are excited because they really like autumn.

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play day samantha sophie ‘15

a dr. seuss story melenie lopes ‘16

In Whoville, there lived Timone, He always enjoyed playing the trombone. Timone was the only one that could play, the other Whos would tell him to just go away. Those Whos he did not mind, For he knew he was one of a kind. He practiced each day to only get better, The mayor took notice and sent him a letter. “I want you to play in front of all Whoville.” He said, “It’s all up to you just use your head.” He thought and he thought till he finally agreed, Showing them my true talent is all I need. Timone got up on stage and played the trombone, And it gave all the Whos chills to the bone. They cheered, whistled, and smiled with glee. 31

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status

tim kowalczyk ‘15 I. Status Quo Two amber embers in benighted brush On silent legs of charcoal fur Frame a mind set for the rush— Artemis’s Flame, build of the cur. Across a glade of gleaming gold A velveteen coat on equine frame,

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crumple crush twist fold andrew cochrane ‘14

quo A glinting nose breathes mist in the cold— Artemis’ beauty, all aspects proclaim All ears snap up, both tails whip out: Now comes Death’s ballet, and other arts— Now see we all the gross amount Of the blood to be found in hearts and harts. But which is greater, who will know? So it is, the status quo.

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duke chapel lauren morris ‘14

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rachel hebert ‘14

A broken city at her feet, she smiles as men collapse. Their tattered clothes and fractured smiles delight her as they pass. She stands upon her throne, watching with one eye. Screams still drip like raindrops; GHEULV VWLOO ÁXWWHUV E\ Her cloak was black like midnight; her face peered through like moonlight. My eyes adjusted to the blackness as Katrina swallowed me whole.

blue sky breeze isabelle miranda ‘15

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roses caroline czuhai ‘15

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staircase nicole knape ‘15

the clock parker daigre ‘16

I’m bored I’m hanging here all day Nothing to do, no one appreciates me I actually do a lot of work I do a lot of time You wait and watch For the right time You wait and watch For the right time I never stop going Never Around and around All day and night It’s a race But no winner No one to claim the prize So many people need me All around the world I’m everywhere 37

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the seeds of fall andrea velosa ‘14

Colophon: The Repeater, Volume 17, was produced by The Repeater staff at Cardinal Gibbons High School in Raleigh, NC and was printed by East Coast Digital Printing in Morrisville, NC. The cover photograph was taken by Nicole Howren ’17 while vacationing in Maine last summer. The photo depicts Michelle Lighthouse using a Cannon 5D Mar 3 camera. This book contains 44 pages, including 10 in full color, and was produced using Adobe InDesign. All body copy was set in 10 point. Garamond print was used throughout the entire book, titles were printed in 30 point, all authors’ and artists’ names were printed in 12 pt. The 2013 Repeater received Honorable Mention for Cover Design, Art, and Fiction and two students received Honorable Mention, one IRU DUW WKH oWKHU IRU ÀFWLRQ, IURP the 1RUWK &DUROLQD 6FKRODVWLF Media Association. 38

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My Gibbons

Welcome to My Gibbons. In this section students were asked to take pictures or to create literary pieces they felt best portray Gibbons. This section was based on a New York Times contest that asked people to submit pieces they felt best depict their hometown. The idea was turned into the My Gibbons section in The Repeater. Enjoy! Anthony Palumbo Editor-in-chief *This is a different perspective of the front of Cardinal Gibbons High School and its logo.

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home Eight o’clock, coffee in hand, Open the glass-paneled doors. Smile to the teachers waiting to welcome me. Day gets brighter. Move down the hall, hear a call. Four-year friend proclaims my name. Day goes by. Teachers teach, joke, and jest. Friends help, hold, and protect. Lunch. Rush. Bell. Sprint. Test. Cram. Three o’clock, sigh. Pack up books, Hug the four-year friend, wave goodbye, Come back tomorrow, and do it again. Gibbons is a head rush. Gibbons is a whirlwind. Gibbons is a home.

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