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TABLE OF

NEWS pg. 3

Pro Cons.........................................pg. 4 Headscarf Law Challenges Muslim Faith Mignon Daly....................pg. 5 Headscarves Threaten France’s Secular Unity Lauren Jones..................pg. 6 Benefits of Bullfighting Evan deBlanc....................................pg. 7 Bloodthirsty Bullfighting Matthew Winfield...............................pg. 8 FIFA Should Use Goal Line Technology Courtney Rothschild.............pg. 9

Timeline

Matthew Winfield..................pg.

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TRAVEL pg. 13 Travel Memoirs..............................pg. 14 Viva La Tomatina Mignon Daly..............pg. 15 1

CONTENTS

Rambling Through Rome Evan deBlanc....................................pg.16 I’m Not Like Them, But I Can Pretend Lauren Jones..........................pg.18 The Reason Why I Can’t Play Soccer Courtney Rothschild..........pg. 20 Flying Through France Matthew Winfield..pg.21

Must See Mignon Daly......................pg. 25 Do’s And Don’ts Lauren Jones............pg.

27 Must Do Evan deBlanc......................pg. 29

ARTS pg. 31 Book Hooks...................................pg. 32 Cinema Mignon Daly.........................pg. 35 2

NEWS 3

PRO CON 4

Headscarf Law Challenges Muslim Faith

Pro

By MIgnon Daly

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What would you do if you were forced to disregard the rules of your religion and everything you believed in? In 2004, a law banning the right to wear any signs of religious affiliation in public, was set into motion in France.

This law specifically targeted the Islamic headscarves, angering Muslims all around the country. In 2011, a new law was created, making it illegal to wear anything that covers the face. This new law bans all burquas and niqabs, two types of headscarves that both cover the face, but permits hijabs and chadors, both garments that leave the face uncovered. Muslim women in France should have the right to wear all headscarves in public. !

Not allowing the Muslims to profess their beliefs by wearing their headscarves, takes away years of tradition, and even culture. The Quran directs Muslims to dress modestly.

The headscarves are also used to define one’s social class. Women of poor and rural background do not cover themselves up as much as the rich and urban women. Muslim women do not want to choose what they wear based on someone else’s rules, especially the Western belief that veils and headscarves denote gender equality. A Muslim woman, Someya, says that she wears the scarves for her husband and God, so that they are the only ones who are able to appreciate her face. !

Many Muslims in France are offended by the anti-Muslim climate that the French people are creating. The Muslims have already been banned from praying in the streets and now they should not have to completely change the way they dress

for people that do not respect their cultural values.

Recently, there has been a rise in the political talk against Islam. Some people, both French and Muslim, think the burqua ban is an excuse to warn the French about the growing Muslim population.

Some also believe that the president creates debates about Islam to make the people forget about France’s real issues, like the economy. !

The French law banning the right to wear any signs of religious affiliation is supposed to ban signs of every religion, but it seems to be only targeting the Muslims. The law banning the right to wear anything that covers the face, based on the growing population of Muslims in France, was most likely passed to stop the Muslims from wearing their headscarves. These laws add to the anti-Muslim climate in France and, frankly, create an Islamophobic atmosphere. According to the Muslim women, this law unfairly singles out and denounces one sex of one religion. !

The ban on headscarves is completely unfair to the Muslims. Muslims should be able to choose whether or not they profess their religion in public by wearing headscarves, without being criticized, fined, or sent to jail. This ban goes against the religion and culture of the Muslims, it creates an uncomfortable environment for Muslims, and it unfairly singles out the Islam religion. Islam is just another religion, they believe what they believe, you believe what you believe, so why should anyone else be in charge of how the Muslims profess it?

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Headscarves Threaten France’s Secular Unity

Con

By Lauren Jones

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Imagine if your country gained inhabitants that threatened to alter the traditions and systems of its roots. The recurring Islamic scarf controversy in France leaves its growing Muslim population choosing between religion and state.

Due to the 2004 French law, which bans the right to wear all signs relating to a certain religion in public, and the 2011 law, which forces any scarves that cover the face to be banned in public areas, the French are trying to restore their longestablished religious doctrine.The most targeted scarves are burqas and niqabs, which are garments that cover the face, but chadors and hijabs, garments that leave the face uncovered, are allowed. Despite their own cultural practices, Muslim women in France should not have the right to wear all headscarves in public. !

According to the large population of feminists in France, wearing the headscarves symbolizes submission to men. The state, which recognizes that the position of women is essential to the development of their communities, is strongly against having unbalanced powers with men and women. However, the women’s inferiority to the men in Islam clashes with this French belief. In the Islamic religion, the Quran, or their sacred book, intends for both men and women to dress modestly. But, the French feminists believe that the garments are not free choices but results of the Muslim “peer-pressure” common today. !

Even though the scarves mostly correspond with social standings, the garments still threaten to spoil the historical importance of France’s secularism. Since the 18th century,

secularism has been an original principle of the country’s progress. Being that it is the closest idea the French have to a religion, anything that seems to clash with the belief is a disgrace to the French people. Therefore, the Muslim scarves, which are associated Muslim community and parts of the Islamic religion, are, expectedly, looked at as evil and offensive. Many French secularists believe that the scarves harm their religious unity by challenging its “hard-earned” customs. !

Coming into the territory of a different society, and bringing pieces of your past home and religions, may cause the new society to take precautions in order to protect their own traditions. In France’s case, when the Muslims brought their headscarves, it caused the French to worry that other Muslim practices will soon follow. In a 2013 poll, 86% of the general public voted that citizens were no longer allowed to wear the Hijab in public, however, the new law has not yet been passed. !

The fact that the secular French society can no longer have religious harmony throughout all of its provinces, is entirely unfair. When becoming part of a new community, there are certain demands that one should submit to. If the Muslims decide that they want to be a part of the French community, they should consider the early principles that are important to the native people.

So, France does have have the right to punish all Muslims that, technically, went against the secular beliefs by bringing pieces of their religions. The French are not bad people, but are people who believe in a secular nation.

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Benefits of Bullfighting

By Evan deBlanc PRO !

Think banning bullfighting is more beneficial to yourself and to bulls? Think again.

Bullfighting began around 700 A.D. during the Reconquest of Spain, when both sides of the Reconquest, the Moors and the Christians, took time out of fighting each other to ease their stress by killing wildlife in the forest. Bullfighting is a traditional and cultural sport in Spain that is important to Spanish heritage and should remain legal.

harmful pesticides to make their meat more tender and live in very small confined areas with little room. When it is time, they are put onto a conveyer belt and are raised up by their legs, their aortas are cut, and then they bleed out. !

Bullfighting is also an important asset to Spain’s economy. A combination of bullfighting, professional or not, and the annual running with the bulls, are estimated to add 2.5 billion euros to Spain’s economy each year.

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For starters bullfighting has been a tradition in Spain for centuries.

Although bullfighting and similar activities such as the running with the bulls is a controversial subject, it is still an important part of Spain’s culture.

Many sports teams were inspired by the pure power and beauty that go along with these creatures, so they made the bull their official mascot. Such teams include the Chicago Bulls and the New York Red Bulls. !

The life of a fighting bull is far better than the life of a factory bull. A factory bull is fed

already in an economic downturn, the loss of these bull related events would be catastrophic for the country. !

Leaving bullfighting legal in Spain is a necessity. It is best for the sake of Spain, it’s culture, it’s economy, and the bulls. The next time someone one asks you about your position on the issue of the banning of bullfighting, ask yourself what you think is the right decision for future generations and the animals themselves.

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Bloodthirsty Bullfighting

By Matthew Winfield CON Bullfighting ,although culturally important to the country of Spain, should not be allowed to take place. Spain is know for their famous festival in Pamplona called the Running of the Bulls.

Sanfermines is the most famous running of the bulls that is held in honor of San Fermín. At the end of the festival of Sanfermines, the bulls are brutally killed. !

There are many reasons why bullfighting should be banned. Bullfighting is often fatal for

are injured each year. Manuel Rodríguez Sánchez, who many people call the greatest bullfighter of all time, was killed after being gored in his right upper leg. Another bullfighter, Julio Aparicio Díaz, was gored in the throat.

The bull’s horn went through his throat and out of his mouth. This shows just how dangerous bullfighting can be for people. !

Bullfighting should be considered animal cruelty even though it is legal. Any type of event

the bulls, the bullfighters and bull-runners are at risk of being gored by the bulls, and it is animal cruelty. Fatalities occur when the matador arrives and tries to kill the bull with his sword. If he misses he must stab the bull on the back of the neck until it is paralyzed. This is done in order to cut the animal’s spinal cord, thus killing the bull. Sometimes the bull may be conscious while its tail and ears are cut off as trophies.

There have even been times when the bull was alive until it was dragged out to be slaughtered. !

Many people are gored each year due to bullfighting or bull-running. During the running of the bulls, between 500 and 1000 bull-runners

that feeds off of the pain of animals shouldn’t be legal. As an example, Michael Vick was imprisoned for hosting dogfights. This shouldn't be any different than bullfighting. The animals face hours and hours of pain and suffering just because some people enjoy the somewhat barbaric culture of Spain. !

Bullfighting should not be allowed in any country at all. It puts the bulls at risk, it puts humans at risk, and it is cruel to put them through unnecessary pain. How would you feel if you were brutally stabbed and dragged out of your house and killed? We need to end this sport!

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FIFA Should Use Goal Line Technology

PRO

By Courtney Rothschild portuguese footballer, was playing against Spain in an international friendly.

He had a great run and chipped the goalkeeper for the goal. After the ball had fully crossed the line, his teammate, Nani, headed the ball into the back of the net.

Nani was called for offsides which disallows the goal to be counted. If GoalLine Technology had been used, the refs would have had evidence that the ball crossed the line before Nani it. !

Goal results will come in instantly.

The referees will be given a watch that vibrates and gives an optical signal that says, �GOAL.� The Hawk-Eye cameras will be placed on rooftops and will be p o i n t e d towards the goals to see if the ball crossed the goal line. The Hawk-Eye cameras will stream to TV stations too if fans are watching at home. Even the fans who do not believe that the ball had fully crossed the goal line, they will be provided evidence that it did cross the line. !

Goal-Line Technology is necessary for leagues of all types.The fans of football deserve evidence on whether a goal is scored or not. Ghost goals will be eliminated. Football has found a solution to be completely sure if the goal counted and not having to slow down the game to decide. Goal-Line Technology will change football forever.

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The feeling of scoring a goal in a football game is like no other. Frank Lampard, an English footballer, had scored a goal only to have it robbed because of injustice. At the 2010 World Cup in South Africa, England was losing 2-1 to Germany in the round of 16 of the World Cup finals. If they had used GoalLine Technology in the 2010 World Cup the outcome may have been different.

Because of that injustice, FIFA definitely should use Goal-Line Technology. !

Ghost goals could be prevented if they use goal-line technology.Ghost goals are goals that appear to cross only half way across the goal line. FIFA regulations states that a goal is only scored when the entire ball passes over the goal line, between the goalposts and under the c r o s s b a r. I n 2010, Juan Mata, a C h e l s e a Footballer, was playing against Tottenham Hotspur to advance in the FA cup. He took a shot after a blocked corner kick, however video evidence shows that the ball did not cross the goal line because the Tottenham defenders were blocking it.

The referees unfortunately counted it as a goal because they were not positioned correctly. The lack of goal-line technology was simply ruining the game. !

Goal-line technology will provide evidence for goals that are scored but not counted. Christiano Ronaldo, a

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TRAVEL 13

I’m Not Like Them, But I Can Pretend

The Reason Why I Can’t Play Soccer

By Lauren Jones pg. 18

By Courtney Rothschild pg. 20

Viva La Tomatina

By Mignon Daly pg . 15

Flying Through France

By Matthew Winfield pg. 21

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Rambling Through Rome

By Evan deBlanc pg. 16

Viva La Tomatina

By Mignon Daly

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“Mignon, Mignon, Mignonnnn.”

My extremely annoying sister, Jenny, would not stop shouting at me. Just pretend like you’re asleep and maybe she’ll stop. “MIGNON!” !

“Ugh, what do you want?”

I finally replied. !

“We’re here, it’s time to get off the plane.” Jenny said, “C’mon we’re in Spain, get up, we need to make it to our hotel by 2 o’clock.” !

“Fine.”

My mom thought it would be a “good bonding activity” for my sister and I to take a 5-day trip to Spain. I know, we were surprised too. She’s usually not that nice. !

“Taxi!” Jenny shouted, “Wait, how do you say taxi in Spanish?” Good thing I brought my Spanish dictionary.

We’ve always taken French, so why did my mother decide to send us to Spain? I have no clue. We just started flailing our arms and finally caught a taxi.

H o w e v e r, communicating with the driver was the hard part. !

“Can you take us to Hotel Preciados?”

All he gave us were strange looks. “¿El Hotel Preciados?” !

“Ah sí,” the driver said. !

The hotel is, as the spanish would say, “muy bella!” It has a gorgeous view of Madrid. It’s kind of disappointing that we’ll only be staying here for one night, but I can’t wait to see the rest of Spain. Ooof i’m starving. “Hey Jenny I think we should go for a bite to eat before we get too settled in.” The hotel is very close to the central village and all of the small shops and restaurants. A cute little restaurant on the corner caught my eye. I ordered pretty much the only thing I knew how to, “Gazpacho por favor.”

After a very yummy gazpacho, which, by the way, is cold tomato soup, we wanted to go shopping. For some reason though, all of the local shops were closed. Maybe it’s some sort of holiday? I decided to ask someone.

I went up to the first reasonably nice-looking

woman and tapped her on the back. She didn’t look happy and yelled something angry-sounding in Spanish, then simply walked away without seeing what I wanted. “What just happened?” I asked a hysterically laughing Jenny. We were both too tired and confused to care, or to even try again, so we decided to hit the hay. At 11 o’clock we heard loud music and saw flashing lights and decided to head out again. We heard the Spanish nightlife was incredible, and let’s just say... it was. ! The next day, it was pouring, and of course we didn’t think to bring umbrellas, but we did pack loads of sunscreen.

Nevertheless, no matter how hard it tried, rain would NOT stop us from having our fun galavanting around Madrid. We hopped on the sight-seeing bus, and, of course, took as many pictures as humanly possible throughout the day. I think it’s fair to say that we got more than a few eyerolls from the locals. Soaking wet, we returned to the hotel, checked out, said adios to Madrid, and moved on to Valencia, the third largest city in Spain. !

As today is day three in Spain, Jenny and I have pretty much caught on to the language, although we often use the French word by accident. We got back to our hotel with little trouble, as we just handed the driver a map with the name of our hotel on it. This hotel was smaller and more home-like than our last and naturally, we fell right asleep. The sun shone brightly into our bare windows. I guess that’s nature’s way of telling us we have things to do, people to see. I, being the coffee-lover I am, was really in the mood for a good, old-fashioned, Spanish cup of joe. Seeing as the only way of finding this, was to get out of the big city, we took another scenic route, we’re big on these, to some little village not too far away, called Buñol. Using a map as guidance, we found ourselves in Plaza del

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Rambling Through Rome

By Evan deBlanc

As I waited in line at the airport, I couldn’t help but be excited. I could barely move until I heard the ticket agent say “Brian? Brian Davis?” That’s me, Brian Davis, a college student at the University of Notre Dame, but originally from a small town in Colorado called Greeley. I went up to the agent and she said it was my turn to board. I’m traveling to Rome with my best friend Peter White. He’s a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. We are going to Vatican City to hopefully meet the Pope, something we had both always wanted to do.

We boarded the plane and landed in Rome about nine hours later.

We went to baggage claim to pick up our belongings and to our surprise, our belongings were missing.

Peter, already being nervous about being in a foreign country was freaking out.

He was pacing around the floor trying to talk to others in the airport.

One lady even became frightened and swung at him with her big, leather purse. I grabbed him and told him to calm down and we would walk back to one of the attendants and ask where our bags were. When we walked up to the man we had a little trouble communicating because both Peter and I don’t speak Italian very well.

We finally got through to him and he sadly explained to us that our bags were sent to the airport in Milan which is a good five and a half hours away from Rome. We were overwhelmed with anxiety but also a little thankful that we decided to pack one extra pair of clothes in our carry on bags. The attendant assured us they would be by the next morning, so we called a taxi and went to our hotel room for the night.! !

The next morning we went back to the airport, picked up our luggage, then headed to the rental car building. Now that we had received our luggage our hopes were high.

We were in line to rent a car when Peter said,

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“Hey Brian, any chance of us getting a nice car? I’ve always dreamt of driving a Ferrari down it’s native streets of Italy” Agreeing with him in my head I let out a chuckle and said, !

“Well, when in Rome.” Jumping back into reality I realized it would probably be too expensive, but I asked anyway. “Excuse me you wouldn’t happen to have any Ferrari’s lying around here would you?” With a big grin on his face the man replied !

“Ahh American yes?” ! “Born and raised,” replied Peter as he was taking off his jacket revealing his Notre Dame T-Shirt. !

The man behind the counter became ecstatic and said “You go to Notre Dame? My son is studying medicine at your school as we speak!”

This connection with us must have moved him because after that, he gave us a discount on a red convertible Ferrari he had in the back in case anyone rich or famous came in. We were so gracious and thanked him as we walked out the door. A few days passed as we went around Italy seeing all the different sights such as A.S. Roma’s new soccer stadium, the Pantheon, the Colosseum, and some of the famous churches in the area. It was our last day in Rome and we saved the best for last. Vatican City. That was our next stop. It was around 12 o’clock so we decided to get some lunch before we went to Vatican City. We ate at a famous pizzeria just outside of the walls of the Vatican named appropriately, the Popes Pizzeria.

As we walked into the restaurant, we noticed something different about this place than in a pizza parlor back in the states.

Everyone had their dogs with them.

Some standing besides the owners, some even sitting in the chairs across from their owners. We had noticed this throughout our trip but it was at this moment where it was the most

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Tomatina continued from pg. 15 Pueblo, the center of Buñol. For some reason when we got there, it was super crowded. Pushing our way, through the crowds, we managed to make our way inside a coffee shop and before I even stepped through the door, the mouthwatering smell of coffee and cinnamon filled my nose.

Naturally, I ordered a hot coffee and a churro, one of my favorite Spanish treats. !

We heard loud cheering and shouting so we pushed our way back outside of the shop and received dozens of nasty looks, I guess the Spaniards do not like to be touched? Who knows. We look up just in time to see some huge, crazy man at the top of a pole grasping at a ham. Crazy? Definitely. Two cannons let off large “booms” and that’s when the madness started. Red goop was all I could see.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” I shouted. SPLAT. “I CAN’T SEE.” S P L AT S P L AT .

“Tomatoes... what?” I decided if there was anything I wanted to do more when I was a kid, it was have a food fight, so that’s just what I did.

I picked up tomato after tomato and just chucked them around. At one point I lost my balance and grabbed onto a man’s shirt and ripped it by accident. I still fell flat on my butt. Some say I’m very coordinated....

As I was sitting there, trying to pull together my dignity, the man started yelling at me in Spanish.

Another, younger man approached us and worked to calm the screaming Spaniard. !

He helped me up and said, rather loudly, “you must be new here.” Praise the Lord! Another English-speaker!

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“Yes,” I replied, “I’m visiting from America.” !

“Ah so that’s why you don’t know the rules of La Tomatina.” Must mean the tomato?

You Spanish expert you. !

“What’s La Tomatina?” I asked. !

“It’s a festival every August in which tens of thousands of people gather around Plaza del Pueblo and throw tomatoes at each other,” he replied, “However, to reduce impact, there’s no throwing of whole tomatoes, you must smash them first, and there’s absolutely no ripping of clothing.” So that’s two mistakes I’ve already made. “I’m Eduardo by the way,” he introduced himself. !

“I’m Mignon.” While talking to Eduardo, I heard two more cannons and loud splashes of water. Eduardo said the fire trucks come and hose down the streets. Eduardo, Jenny and I went to lunch after washing ourselves in the pool of los peñones, the most common washing place. Good thing it’s hot and sunny today, we can just air-dry. I told Eduardo thank you and Jenny and I went back to the hotel for a little siesta of our own.

After about an hour of relaxation, we packed up and hopped on another plane, this one heading to the most beautiful city in all of Spain, Barcelona.

My experience at La Tomatina was... enlightening, to say the least. But, next time I travel to a country I know nothing about, I’ll be sure to do my research.

Evan deBlanc

The Ultimate Driving Machine 17

I’m Not Like Them, But I Can Pretend

By Lauren Jones !

I’m not like them, but I can pretend... the Nirvana lyrics played through my earphones as I quickly advanced towards my mother’s childhood home. Mom hadn’t been there since her parents split up, on her fourth birthday no less, and was dragging me there to meet her father’s family.

After her parents’ divorce, she lived with her mother, Olivia, in New York, where I was born and raised. However, her father, George, was a Greek farmer and lived in Boura, an ancient city of Achaea, with the rest of the Matis family.

My mother knew a reasonable amount of the native language... well, enough to get by with the locals. But I, who only knew the necessary phrases and half of the lunch menu at Pylos, a small Greek themed restaurant in N.Y., was left having to carry my “handy-dandy” Greek dictionary. I did not know it then, but the fact that I didn’t understand the language would be the least of my problems on my first trip to Greece. But the trip wasn’t all that bad after I got pass the first day, otherwise known as my my bitter wake-upcall. It went a little something like this: !

“Are you sure you want to get out now, Siobhan? The house is a long ways away, and dinner is in two hours,” my mom asked me when we reached the corner of Vyssis and Voreou. I, Siobhan Allen, was completely ready. I could not last any longer in the car with Mother and her annoying Neil Young albums. !

“Yes, here is fine. And it’s Sio, Mom.” The car came to a stop and I quickly closed the heavy, creaking door.

With my IPod and skateboard in hand, I watched as our rental car, a degenerating 1973 Volvo, let out a loud brummmph and a large puff of black smoke before finally moving towards the family home. I mounted my board, plugged in my earphones, and with a great kick, I was off. The sun is gone, but I have a light... Nirvana played while I rode through the market place off the beautiful

coast of Achaea for an hour before reaching the unexpected grimy, goat-herding parts of the city. It started drizzling, which was, and is to this day, never a good sign in Greece. !

“AHHHHH,” Bang, thud, snap! !

This is great. Just great. Thanks to the enemy of all skaters, gravel, which was becoming more mud-like because of the rain, my board slipped from under me, broke, and I landed with a heavy thud on the pile of separated pieces. This was worst than the time my favorite board was stolen in a constructed site on East 42nd! I exasperatedly stood up, plugged my earphones in (because the impact of my fall caused them to fall out), and began running towards the little speck in the distance that I assumed was the house. Trouble, oh trouble please be kind... Cat Stephens. There couldn’t have been a more appropriate song.! It was storming now and I knew that I was already late to dinner. Then suddenly... Bam! Baaaaaaa! I hit a sheep!

How, you may ask? Well, supposedly the stormy weather caused a herd of sheep to scatter throughout the area, thus creating a perfect opportunity for me to run one over... I guess. But the shepherd’s face turned cherry red, and I could not tell whether he was embarrassed that he let his sheep scatter or if he was angry that I knocked one over. Probably both. But the weirdest part about it was when the shepherd held up five fingers to me, as if he was offering me a high-five. So I took it and continued running. ! I felt terrible. I was 14 years old and had never met any of my relatives on my mother’s side and at this point, I knew I was not making a great impression as I hoped to. !

When I finally made it to the house, our house, it was around 6:20.

20 minutes late, Mom’s gonna kill me. I stepped into the house, out of breath and dripping with raindrops. Fearfully, I started walking towards

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Rambling continued from pg. 16 excessive. Peter and I had always been warned about the many thieves and pick-pockets in Italy and we had always been on the look out for them but for some reason we decided to leave the top down on the car and Peter just happened to leave his backpack in the car as well. Luckily we were sitting by the window and saw the thief dig in Peter’s backpack.

Peter ran outside screaming !

“Hey! Stop! Get out of there!” while I quickly paid the bill. When I had reached the car I asked Peter, ! “did he steal anything?” Still flustered and tired from all the running, Peter said, !

“I don’t think so.” Despite this setback we were still determined to meet the Pope. !

As we approached the gates of the Vatican, we saw a large building that appeared to be the ticket booth. Using the English to Italian translation book Peter had bought he said, “Ciao vorremmo entrare, hai bisogno I nostri biglietti?”, or in English “Hello we would like to get in, do you need our tickets?” The man replied in English with a smile, !

“I speak English you know and yes, I do need your tickets.”

I reached into the Peters backpack to get our tickets from his wallet and soon realized they were missing. As I told Peter what happened he shouted in anger

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“It was that thief! He stole our tickets!” The man in the ticket booth apparently felt our pain because he believed us and let us pass. !

“You two men seem trustworthy,” he said. !

We were finally in the city. All we were focused on was meeting the Pope. We were sadly informed that the Pope was not feeling well and will not be making any public appearances today.

Peter and I were devastated. We came all this way to meet the Pope and now all we can do is go home. !

“Since we’re here we should at least see the Sistine chapel.” I said to Peter. It was only the two of us and one old man in the church. He was sitting in the back silently. We admired the beauty of the ceiling. The vast spacious ceiling painted with such care and detail could door. simply not be described in words. Peter and I heard a voice from the back saying !

“It never gets old” Peter turned around to reply and then stopped mid sentence. As I took my eyes away from the spectacular sight above, I was met with another sight. The Pope himself! Peter and I were in shock. He muttered what sounded like a prayer in Italian, gave us a smile, and walked out the door.

We had done it. We had done what we’ve always wanted to do, we had done what we came here to do. We had met the Pope.

DR. mARTenS

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The Reason Why I Can’t Play Soccer

By Courtney Rothschild !

I arrived in London at about 7 A.M. My coat was not enough for the cold, my nose instantly started to run. I caught a cab out to the house where I was planning to meet the Shoemons, the family that I was going to be staying with for the next 8 weeks. I arrived at a 2 story apartment in Chelsea. They seemed really strict at first, but they were actually nice people after you get to know them. They were a family of three. Frederick, the father; Victoria, the mother; and Theodore, the son. Theodore is a guy that I took an instant liking to, I figured the feeling was mutual because he helped me unpack and looked interested when he saw my gaming magazines that I read on the flight. When I first met Frederick, I reached out my hand for a formal handshake, he accepted and I shook his hand firmly, but he pulled his hand away quickly. I reached my hand out hand to shake Victoria’s hand, her hand was a relieving warmth from the harsh winter snow outside. !

I unpacked for most of the day while Theodore read more of my magazines. After I finished, Theodore showed me his room. In his room he had a great gaming system, he explained that he played video games, recorded funny commentary over it, and shared it to Youtube. He had become very popular in England, so he received wages for being a YouTube commentator.

Theodore said that he spent countless hours producing videos that received at least 500,000 views each video. I wanted to be a YouTube commentator when I was 18 years old, but I had to focus on soccer. We had dinner, it was kind of what I expected, fish and chips. The dinner table looked amazing. The china was beautiful. They provided me with a plate in the center, a knife on the right, and a fork to the left. In America I eat

chips with my hands. I accidentally brought my American customs to the dinner table and Frederick did not take lightly to that. He was quickly infuriated by my rudeness and shouted, “What are you doing?” Earlier, I read in a traveler magazine about England on the plane ride. The british eat with cutlery and not their hands unless it is a sandwich. I took my hands off of the chips and wiped them. I then apologized to the family and ate with my cutlery for the rest of my stay. !

My room was next to Theodore’s.

Since he was a YouTube commentator for my favorite game FIFA, I watched him play for a while. I had the “privilege” of being in one of his videos. He understood that I was a soccer player and wanted me to play with him. It was getting late, so I headed to bed at 10 P.M. I wanted to get to bed on time so I could wake up at 6 A.M., to get an early start on training. Theodore was not kidding when he said he spent countless hours producing his YouTube videos. He stayed up until 3 A.M. yelling at the top of his lungs after every goal he scored in FIFA. I envied Frederick and Victoria at this point because their bedroom was upstairs. As Theodore finally went to bed, I was able to get some rest as well. !

I woke up at 8 A.M. the next morning. The Shoemons and I had a light breakfast: a bowl of cereal, a slice of toast, orange juice, and they had coffee but I didn’t because I did not need the caffeine. I barely talked during breakfast it seems the the lack of sleep had gotten to me. Since I needed the exercise, I rode my bike to Stamford Bridge for soccer training at 8:30.

Training started at 10 A.M. and it would’ve taken 20 minutes to get there but I wanted to get prepared because I was rusty from

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Flying Through France

By Matthew Winfield

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“Oh my gosh! We’re going to France!” Josh told me one early April morning. Josh is my 21 year old roommate that lives with me in a small apartment in a small town in North Dakota. !

“How did you manage get tickets to France?” I asked. !

“My parents were planning on going for their anniversary but they decided to go to Spain, so they gave their tickets.” We would arrive on June 14 which would be two days before the 24 hours of Le Mans which would be held on the 16th and 17th. When it was finally the day before our departure, we made sure to pack everything that we would possibly need. We woke up early and prepared for the long flight to New York. Once we arrived, we boarded our next flight that would be taking us to France. Our flight arrived on time and we immediately knew we were in France. “Mmm what is that delicious smell?” Josh asked. !

“There must be a bakery nearby,” I replied. Surely enough, we stumbled upon dozens of bakeries full of delicious treats. !

“Bonjour Monsieur,” the old shop owner said. “Hello,” I said, “We would like to buy four chocolate eclairs.” He must have known we were tourists because he had been grinning as soon as we had walked into his shop. ! !

“Trente euro, s'il vous plaît,” the old man said. !

“This old geezer must be trying to rip us off,” I told Josh.

When the man refused to lower his price, we decided to just accept the offer. Once we couldn’t eat another bite, we headed toward our hotel in Paris. When we arrived in Paris, we found our hotel and we were on our way in until we were approached by a group of men.

They engaged us in conversation for about five

minutes and then suddenly left. We entered our hotel room and unpacked all of our belongings. !

At that moment, Josh said, “Dude, where is my wallet?” Josh and I both knew what had happened. The men that had engaged us in a friendly conversation had pick-pocketed Josh.

Luckily Josh kept the majority of his money in his suitcase. We decided to go to bed early because we had a long drive ahead of us the next morning to the Circuit de la Sarthe in Le Mans, France. When we arrived, we set up a tent and enjoyed the violent sounds of the cars. The race became especially interesting when one of the drivers lost control of his vehicle and crashed into the barrier in front of us. When it was dark and we were out of energy, we tried to go to sleep despite the fact that the loud engines of the supercars were so loud that you had to yell in order to be heard. When I woke up the next day Josh wasn’t in the tent anymore.!

“Where are you, Josh?” I yelled. I took a look out of the tent and saw him get slapped across the face by a woman. “What happened?” I asked. Josh answered, !

“I started talking to this girl and she seemed to like me, so I bought her some flowers and then she slapped me for no reason.” !

“How many flowers did you give her?” I asked Josh. !

“I gave her thirteen chrysanthemums,” he said. I immediately knew what had happened after he told me that. ! “Josh, chrysanthemums are flowers that are used for funerals and thirteen is an unlucky number here in France.” We decided that it was time to return back to the hotel before we broke anymore French taboos. When we got back to the hotel we met a French couple. They seemed to

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Pretend continued from pg. 18 what I thought was the dinning room. Squish, squish, squish. My shoes made the most obnoxious noises when I walked and left footprints on the hardwood floors. !

“Hiya,” I said to an elderly woman sitting at the long dinner table, the only person sitting at the dinner table, while waving to her. !

“Siobhan, Χαίρω πολύ (nice to meet you),” the woman answered “Είμαι Alten, προγιαγιά σας,” which means “I am Alten, your great grandmother,” but because I didn’t know that then, I simply smiled. Then something unusual happened. Alten stood up, walked over to me, touched her face to mine and began to rub the two together. Stunned, I flashed her the o.k. sign and giggled a little, but as I did this, her facial expression changed from excited to offended. I didn’t understand what, but I knew I did something wrong. !

L u c k i l y, a f t e r t h i s a w k w a r d moment, many of the family began to arrive, all carrying gifts. First was my mother with her step-sister, Fae. !

“Hello, my dear, you got here awfully early.”

I was actually quite proud of that until Mother explained that it’s actually considered rude to do that. !

“Oh really? Well, I don’t think that old lady at the table likes me. She was nice at first but then I did the o.k sign and she-”

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“THE O.K. SIGN,” Mom said sternly. I could tell that she knew what I did was wrong and continued, “That is like giving someone the finger here! Try the thumbs up sign, but for now, let’s try not to do anything from the U.S., okay?” !

“Okay.” !

And with that, it was time to start the meal. The main course was sheep, and I could not bring myself to eat it.

But I could I tell that my mother’s stepmother, Saena, did not appreciate that. !

“You’ve got to try it, Sio,” Mom said, “just a little bite.” !

I lifted my fork with a small piece of sheep and took a bite. Ughhh, chew, chew, swallow. !

“I think I’m blowing this, Mama.” !

“I don’t think so, Sio, but if you really feel this way, you should try and join us in our Greek dances!” !

Greek dances? I don’t know any Greek dances. I had to, as my friends would say, “just go with the wave.”

Then, the first dance started. It was something called Hasapiko, and was surprisingly fun! The whole table participated and cheered and clapped while my grandfather played the piano. I’m not like them, but I can pretend... those faithful lyrics. From then on, my Greek experience only got better, but I’ll never forget the trouble I had when my mother and I first arrived.

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Flying continued from pg. 21 like us because they invited us to a party at their mansion in the Seventh Arrondissement in Paris, France. We were supposed to arrive at their house at 8:00 that night. Our clocks were set at the wrong time and we arrived at their house at 9:00. We received many nasty looks from people.

We hadn’t packed anything that would be appropriate for this type of party, so we had to dress in our best clothes which was a Polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. It seemed as if everything that we did earned us a strange look from the people at the table. Josh and I didn’t know much French so we had to communicate with the handful of phrases we knew. Once our food arrived, we started eating. Everyone looked at us as if we were aliens. !

“What are you doing?” the host asked. !

“You invited us to your party,” I answered.

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“No. Get out. Leave,” he said. Once we had left I remembered many more important rules when you’re visiting France: Never arrive late, always dress nice, don’t start eating until the host says “bon appetit,” and learn French before you visit France. Just then, a man approached us. !

“It seems as if you’re having taboo troubles,” he said. !

“Yeah it seems as if everything that we do offends someone,” Josh said. !

“Well here’s a book on French do’s and don’ts,” said the mysterious man. The man gave us the book and disappeared into the night. !

“Well this would’ve been more useful a few days ago,” I said. On this day, I learned that if you ever plan on going to France, learn some French and never forget about the troublesome taboos.

Ride the Tide Soccer continued from pg. 20 sitting on a plane for 6 hours and again for 7 hours.

The Shoemons didn’t live on a busy street. As soon as I rode down the side walk, I looked left and saw no cars coming. I crossed the street and was hit by a car coming from the right. I flew off of my bike and landed on my now, broken leg. Luckily I was wearing my helmet because it cracked from the impact, it could’ve been my head! The woman who hit me jumped out of her car and sped me to the hospital. I called the Shoemons to let them know what happened. They rushed to the hospital to see if I was okay. I also had a torn ACL in my left knee which ended my soccer and career early. !

I called my parents to tell them that I’m coming home early. They were saddened to see my dreams crushed, literally. The Shoemons were putting me on the next flight home. I let Theodore have all of my magazines since he helped me pack. I walked on crutches as I boarded my flight.

The Shoemons promised to write me in the future.

I waved and gave them the peace sign to tell them goodbye. Their facial expression changed from happy to disgusted for some odd reason. They never sent me a letter.

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The Eiffel Tower in Paris, France is the most visited monument in the world.

Also it is the tallest structure in Paris. The view from the top is absolutely incredible.

The Colosseum in Rome, Italy is the largest amphitheater in the world.

Despite all of the bloody occurrences that happened inside the colosseum, the outer beauty is astonishing.

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Stonehenge in Wiltshire, England is the remains of a ring of standing stones dating back to about 3000 BC. Stay at Stonehenge until the sun sets, and you will be captivated by beauty.

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Big Ben in London, England is the great bell in the Elizabeth Clock Tower. Big Ben is most commonly, however, used to refer to the entire clock tower. Big Ben is one of the most prominant symbols of England.

The Parthenon in Athens, Greece is the temple of Greek goddess Athena, located on the Athenian Acropolis. The complex architecture of The Parthenon and the condition it is in today are astounding.

Saint Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow, Russia is a church and a museum in the Red Square.

Interestingly, the shape of this cathedral is that of a flame of a bonfire rising into the sky.

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• dress conservatively and neatly. A suit and tie in business for men, and a suit or dress for women.

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• wait to be seated at a German restaurant.

It is common to share tables with a stranger.

• address someone by their first name until invited to do so. Use surnames and titles instead.

• jaywalk in the city. Nobody else does, and you might get fined.

• put your hands in pockets while talking to people. Nor chew gum, litter, or clean your nails in public.

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The Alps is the most expensive place to ski in the world. It has been said to be one of the most challenging mountain ranges in the world.

The London Eye is well known throughout all of Europe and the rest of the world. The view from on top of the Eye is one to never forget.

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Touring the ancient ruins in Athens, Greece is a must do if you go to europe. It has been a popular tourist attraction for decades.

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If your feeling adventurous and want to live on the edge, take the Chernobyl tour.

A three day camping trip through the city of Chernobyl which was abandoned after a nuclear disaster in 1986.

For those who want a taste of high society, the Alain Ducasse Au Plaza Athenee is a restaurant you must attend. However this type of dining experience comes with a price. The average meal is around 200 pounds.

Taking a ride in a gondola is a tradition in Venice, Italy and brings tourists in from all over the globe.

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Book Hooks Kiffe Kiffe Tomorrow Faïza Guène Remember when you were younger, and had just moved to a new place? Remember how you felt? Like a outsider, looking in. Doria, a 15-year-old girl from Morocco, struggles to find her place in France, the country she is now living in. Doria, being antisocial, only makes contact with a few people: her mother, who barely understands French, her conceited social worker, and her only friend, a drugaddicted 28-year-old. Using her unique sense of humor, Doria tells about her strange, yet enticing experiences in France. They say the only ways of escaping the projects are rap, soccer, and love, but Doria cannot rap or play soccer.

Will Doria find love and escape her life in the projects, or will she learn to live by her motto, “Kiffe kiffe tomorrow,” and just simply get used to it?

Playing For Pizza John Grisham Rick Dockery, an NFL quarterback who can never seem to keep his job, finds himself in the hospital with a concussion after one of the greatest sports follies of his career, and of all time. He travels to the only team that is willing take him, the Panthers in Parma, Italy. Hoping to land a job playing the sport he loves. Despite his horrific first game as a Panther, Rick’s career in Parma exceeded expectations.

Rick played well enough to be recognized by a Canadian team that would like to cut him a deal. Throughout the novel, Rick struggles with the decision whether to leave his newly met friends and teammates while simultaneously trying to balance a love life as well. Rick Dockery is a great literary character who resembles the American value of hard work, and is a perfect motivator to any young athlete who reads this book and strives to be something great.

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Anything Considered Peter Mayle Luciano Bennett, a toilet-flusher, theatre worker, and, as we later find out, a millionaire impersonator, had been down on his luck until he put an advertisement in a newspaper. This was Bennett’s last resort and he didn’t realize that this advertisement would lead to his suspenseful and horror-filled adventure. Bennett found out that Poe, the man that responded to his advertisement in the newspaper, wanted to pay Bennett to live his life in another country in order to avoid paying taxes. Bennett found out that there was more to this deal when he received a case that accidentally fell into the wrong hands because of him. Bennett and Anna, the woman that was going to be helping him, decided to make some money off of the case and told Poe that if he ever wanted to see the case again, he would give them one million dollars.

Things got especially sticky when Tuzzi, Poe, Polluce, and Moreau, all men that wanted the case, started to close in on Bennett and Anna. What would happen when all of these powerful men met face to face in the tiny town of SaintMartin?

The Summer of my Greek Tavérna Tom Stone Tom Stone, an author, a cook, and even attempt at being a business man in Patmos, a small island in Greece. He combines his American cuisine with his greek resources. Stone struggles to run a tavérna, a small greek café, called The Beautiful Helen, during the hectic tourist season. With only 2 hours of sleep each night, he has to conduct business with a local restaurant owner, Theológos, also known as, O Ladós, which means , “the oily one” in Greek. Stone shares his cautionary tale of trusting a man with a nickname, “O Ladós”.

The glamorous he shares about the beautiful beaches will have you in you going to Greece this summer.

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The Tricking of Freya Christina Sunley All families have their secrets, of course, some are desired and some are not. But when seven-year-old Freya Morris visits Gimli for the first time in the summer of ’72, she uncovers hidden pieces of her Icelandic heritage. Freya retells the stories of her experiences in Iceland from her stuffy New York apartment, some 20 years later, after she learns that her unpredictable aunt Birdie has a child Freya knows nothing about. In the novel, Freya writes to her unknown cousin in hopes to record her Birdie memories, and possibly connect her cousin to a mother she never knew. Freya’s growing obsession with her family’s mysteries leave her submerged with unexpected twists. But when matters go awry at the centennial birthday celebration of her dear grandmother, Sigga, Freya is left questioning everything she once knew. Will Freya’s emerging questions be answered or will she be left wondering about her family’s past?

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CINEMA Watch these movies to get in the “European” mood!

The Sound of Music, set in Austria during WWII, is a classic film about a young, mischievous, inexperienced nun. She goes to be a governess for the seven Von Trapp children who don’t really do a good job of making her feel welcome. With plot twist after plot twist the family is forced to leave Austria for the free country of Switzerland.

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Letters To Juliet is a heart wrenching film about a young, American girl, Sophie, who takes a trip to Verona, Italy with her fiancé.

Sophie answers one of the thousands of “letters to Juliet,” that are left in the Verona Courtyard each day. The woman who wrote the letter comes to Verona with her grandson and meets Sophie and they search for the woman’s long-lost love together.

What A Girl Wants is a hilarious film about a young American teenager, Daphne, who travels to England to search for her father.

Daphne then learns that her father is a famous politician and her arrival could bring out many scandals. Daphne and her “crazy American culture” obviously clash with the “proper British culture.”

Mamma Mia is a crazy film, set in Greece, is about a young girl, Sophie, is about to be married. She sends out three invitations to her “possible” fathers. Each “father” spends time with Sophie and Sophie tries to unmask her real father. Even her mother, Donna does not know. There is a wedding at the end, but whose will it be?

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