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Spring's beginning, also known as the vernal equinox, occurs when the center of the sun lingers directly over the equator, making the length of both day and night ex- actly 12 hours each, all over the world. This trick of Mother Nature did not go unnoticed by our pre- historic relatives. Back in the day of loin cloths and sun gods, early men (and women) would have a grand old time of celebration and sacrifice during the spring months.

It was believed that the gods were happy and that good fortune had once again returned to the land. Of course, this also meant the birth of hazards, such as hairy mammoths and sabertoothed tigers, but these miniature trials were trifles where the gods' contentment was con-

As humans progressed and developed, so did their gods. According to the Greeks, there is an explanation as to the

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changing of the seasons. The myth begins with the happy romping of Persephone, who is the daughter of the goddess of agriculture, Demeter.

According to the myth, while the beautiful Persephone was happily picking flowers, Pluto, the god of the underworld, observed her from afar. He instantly fell in love with her and immediately decided she should be his~if e kidnapped her, bringing Persephone down into boughs the underworld forever.

When Demeter could not find her daughter, she went into mourning. The lands dried up and grew dark. Everything wilted and died with Demeter's grief. Jupiter, the ruler of the gods, ordered that Persephone be returned so that the land and its creatures might not suffer any more. Unfortunately, the condition was that Persephone, who had snacked on six pomegranate seeds, could be returned only if she had not eaten anything when she was down in the underworld.

The outcome was that for six mo 1ths of the year, Persephone would be allowed to be with her mother. This period was spring and summer, when Demeter was reunited with her daughter and happy. The other six months, autumn and winter, would mark ( Persephone's journey back to the underworld and Pluto. The land died with Demeter's happiness until Persephone returned in the spring.

Spring is the stage of birth. It has been symbolized through drawings, myths and song as the season of life. So when March trades in claws for wool and April showers bring May flowers (no comments about pilgrims please), the world can bask in fresh sun, watch grass grow and figure out bow long until the central air should be installed.

EDITORIAL No place like home

Since it is unfair to students already attending the College, as well as students planning to attend in the fall, the current housing lottery situation on campus desperately needs to be reassessed. Capping the number of residents allo\\'._edon campus in direct correlation to the timeliness of their deposit checks practically ensures that many deserving students will be shut out of residence halls next fall.

What will students from far-away states. such as California, Massachusetts and Florida, do for housing if they do not get their checks in before anyone else? Is it really fair that a student from Upper Darby or Norristown-who is just a IO-minute drive away from Cabrini-is given an on-campus apartment, while other students, who have no way of commuting other than Amtrak or an airplane, are relegated to a waiting list? What should incoming first-year students do if they are denied housing? A student from Maryland who has committed to Cabrini can certainly not attend the College if he cannot live on campus, but at this point also cannot get into another college.

There are simple and obvious solutions to this problem that would free up rooms for deserving students. First, there is the reimbursement policy that was enacted several years ago promising a $1,000 refund to any local student who chose to commute rather than live on campus. The offer would probably be welcomed by many students feeling the pinch of the recent tuition hike.

Even more obvious, however, is this concept: either the College should stop recruiting so many students from distant locations, or they should stop admitting so many people altogether. However, Cabrini's drive to become a "regional" college and to make as much money as possible seem to overwhelm that suggestion.

The college once again needs to decide which is more important: the students or the students' wallets.

Worthy efforts

We at Loquitur would like to commend Dr. Tony Verde for his efforts in helping Elizabeth Santorene and encourage as many community members as possible to sign up for the bone marrow registry. It is wonderful to see that some people really do take Cabrini's mission to heart and reach out to others in need of help.

This editorial represents the combined views of the Loquitur's student editorial board. It does not represent the opinion of any one individual writer or any member of the faculty, staff or administration.

Paul Moser

Walking down a hall during the turbulent year of 1995, I picked up one of the last issues of Loquitur that year.

I had hardly read the paper that year. Being too busy with core classes, I just had not had much time to sit and enjoy reading the college newspaper the way I do now.

I remember reading the Loquitur on this particular day because I read an article by the thensports editor at the time, Justin Mirigliani, that stuck with me until my senior year.

The column on this very page explained the positive aspects and fond memories Justin would carry with him after graduation.

Lately I have been thinking.

The road I traveled at Cabrini College is one I definitely enjoyed. I'd like to think I made the most of my stay at this small private college.

Well, I suppose I should start things at the beginning. My senior year in high school was corning to a crashing halt. I had all but picked my dorm room at a competing institution of higher learning around the area, when my mother made the suggestion, much to my dismay, to spend the time just to look at one other college.

I had made up my mind. I was going to Ursinus and that was it, but just to stop the nagging, I figured I would give Cabrini a shot.

I came up to the school riding shotgun in my parents' Ford Aerostar in a silly-looking blue blazer.

During the interview process I was not impressed as much as I had hoped, but I then went on my tour and my life changed forever.

I fell in love with this school, I believe it was my first look at the communications center which I now nomadically call home.

My tour guide explained all the facts of the department to me and I was ready to sign up for classes. By the time I had gotten back to the admissions office, the rest, as they say, is history.

Unlike some, I feel I have an unpopular perspective of Cabrini. I love it. I will miss it when I am gone and I will always look back on my years spent here as some of the best ones of my life.

There are many who are responsible for these feelings, so I will not even attempt to name all the names of the students I have bonded with over the years. You know who you are.

Instead, I will list some of the mentors and professors I have had the pleasure of learning from over the last four years. The names to follow, I suppose, would be candidates for my guest appearance on Sesame Street's "It's Your Life."

Acting at Cabrini for Neal Newman will always be looked upon fondly. Neal taught me more

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Radio with Steve Murray was integral in getting me the job I have right now. I will always appreciate the friendship and direction I received.

Non-communication professors need not fear, there will be strong memories from you as well. I will never forget the philosophical discussions that took place in any one of Dr. Leonard Norman Prirniano's religious studies courses. Nor will I forget the fun I had learning about history in Dr. Jolyon Girard's history class.

But last, and certainly not yada yada yada, I would like to thank my Journalism adviser, Dr. Jerome Zurek, for his guidance. Whether you will admit it or not, Dr. Zurek, you taught me everything I know about journalism and I am very grateful for everything you have taught me.

I apologize to my readers if this commentary reads more like the back of a yearbook than a viewpoint, but in this, one of the last forums I have for journalistic opinion at this newspaper, I felt I would take the opportunity to portray a different approach than a lot of the bitter bashing we hear all the time.

My name is Paul Moser and I will miss this place called Cabrini and all in it. Well, almost everyone in it. By the way, the picture is something I felt could best signify this drippingly sentimental spreading of love.

PaulMoseris a seniormajoringin English/ communication.Heis oneof Loquitur'sspo editors.We'dpreferthathe spreadhislove elsewhere.

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