Wow, I am going to a college, after all!

Did anyone see what I saw this weekend? I mean seriously, for the first time in my two and half years

NICK LUCHKO here at Cabrini, I saw school spirit from a majority of the student body.

I really thought that this past weekend was going to be great, but I really didn't think that was going to be the way it was. From Thursday to Saturday, the whole student body for the most part looked like they cared about Cabrini College.

Thursday was the traditional "Cabrini Day." I can honestly say that I saw a lot of students walking the hallways of Founders Hall going to the different speakers and talks. Of course, there was extra credit involved but there were more students then years past. I thought that overall the day was a success. This event was free, by the way.

Friday night, "Midnight Madness" gave the students a chance to come to a NON-ALCOHOL event and have fun. While giving away money and t-shirts did bring most of the people out to this event, the spirit of the over 200 students really made the night fun, and watching Coach Dzik and Chris Nielsen get pied in the face was worth the price, which by the way was free.

Saturday saw the Men's Soccer team take on the college of Misericordia in the PAC Championships. With over 250 people in the stands, mostly students, the guys pulled off the win. There was even a section of girls who got their face painted, did cheers and convinced one Loquitur staff writer to dress up as the Cavalier, but we won't go there.

Even before the men's soccer game, a couple of Cabrini students made their way to the PAC Championships for the men's and women's cross country team. With the men winning for the third straight year and the girls coming in second, support from the student body was shown once again. By the way, both of these events were free of charge.

Finally we come to the legal party. It cost three bucks, so when I do the math it cost a total of three dollars for this entire weekend. But anyway, I saw a lot of things at the legal party. I saw Cabrini students drink beer and soda. I saw Cabrini students from so-called different "cliques" interact with each other. I also saw some Valley Forge guys set off a fire alarm by smoking in a comer. I saw some Valley Forge guys harassing women like they were a piece of filet mignon. Pathetic is a word that comes to mind. I think they have a mindset that Cabrini College is theirs, when in reality it is a privilege that they are allowed to come to our dances, so they should show a little respect.

Overall, I think that the students of Cabrini College should be commended for this past weekend. Thank you to the students who organized Cabrini Day, the Student Government Association members who planned Midnight Madness, the sophomore class board for the legal party and the sports teams for giving us something to cheer about. For the first time Cabrini College was the school that I saw in the brochure two and half years ago.

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Nick Luchko is a staff writer for Loquitur. Please, don't request more than 10 songs when he is the DJ.

Letter To The Editor

submitted by Robert May

Outside the Cabrini alurnni's kitchen window, the blood-red sun is rising, fresh from over South America, where by now its people have been at work for five hours, though it is only an hour time difference. In just a few short years, Mr. Ignorant has made himself a comfortable living with money from wealthy relatives, purchasing a small house on an acre of land. He takes pride in the fact that his income pays almost all the bills. At heart, he is a real self-made man, Dickens' favorite kind of fellow. Despite Mrs. Wilkinson, an old widow who is his closest neighbor, he is content. Mrs. Wilkinson, every now and then, usually during chance encounters at the mailbox, complains. She complains because he had his house built in the field her husband, with his own ax, had cleared over fifty years ago. But it is his land now, and she· understands that. It is just that with him living there, she misses the deer that would stroll out minutes before sunset, a liver-happy nightcap.

Inside the too-shiny to be real rustic kitchen, Mr. Ignorant is just sitting down to his breakfast and morning paper. The paper, in fact, is the Loquitur, a fine paper printed on recyclable paper. At this, Mr. Ignorant smiles. He is a good man, unlike so many others. Before the smile fades, he meets lips with his "Made in China" mug, with fresh Colombian coffee, the one with the ghost man and donkey. He laughs at the thought of the ghost man and his faithful donkey. Not only is Mr. Ignorant a good man, he is a funny man. Very funny. Something else floats past his nose, but all he smells is the aroma of the hot coffee. It was the smell of sweat. Sweat from the Colombians at work picking the coffee beans, working 10, 11, 12 hours a day hoping they are working hard enough to get paid, because their children's lives depend on it. "MMM, coffee, nothing better in the morning," he thinks to himself, and laughs, maybe to the donkey. While laughing, Mr.Ignorant gets up, and walks over to the stove where he cooks a soy cheese omelet. He is an environmental man. He doesn't eat meat. The sight of the "Made in USA" tag on his 100% cotton T-shirt makes him smile, though he only bought it because they were on sale. But the cotton isn't from America, and if Mr. Ignorant took a look around his country he would probably realize this. The cotton is from

Guatemala, from the fields that used to grow the Indians grains, there only food.

The Guatemala Indians, which in Mr. Ignorant's world don't exist, and are instead happy American workers like himself, are forced to work· for almost nothing, paid in script, so everything they purchase feeds their masters, starves their children. But today, after resetting himself at the table with his omelet, this ghostly apparition of a life shows its face in Mr. Ignorant's morning paper, and he exorcises it with "Yeah right" and "This writer should have seen the coal mines. Now that was suffering." In disgust because the writer is getting all teary-eyed over a bunch of commies, he reaches down to the table, wrapping his fingers around his soy cheese omelet with an air of superiority. He is after all a vegetarian, so much better than those meat eaters.

Robert May is a senior majoring in English/Communications. He describes himself as too lazy to join the Loquitur staff.

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