ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT
March 6, 2013
WHO’S THAT KID? HANIA HRIBAL-KORNILOWICZ A MEMBER OF FCRH ’16 MAJOR: PSYCHOLOGY AND ENVIRONMENTAL POLICY FROM: MILWAUKEE, WISC. Describe yourself in a couple sentences for the readers: My not-so-typical self-description: I’m the only white girl from my neighborhood, and my entire name is 26 letters and ends in a Z. Oh, and I guess my short hair kinda makes me stick out on campus. I also speak really quickly! What is your favorite aspect of Fordham and why? I like that we have a real college campus atmosphere in such close proximity to NYC, and all the black squirrels and random cats.
If there was one thing about Fordham you could change what would it be? How pitiful our racial, economic and social diversity actually is; in all honesty, the most diversity I’ve seen is thanks to the black squirrels. What is your favorite thing to do in New York City? Out of hundreds of things to do, my favorite is still people watching. It sounds creepy but its actually the best! It’s free and you get to make up completely absurd stories about
people’s lives. What is something about you that not many people know? I don’t really have feeling in my left foot/ankle after breaking it in six places and having metal screws installed.
Page 15 I consider GIFs of Honey BooBoo, Jersey Shore, etc. to be my guilty pleasure, because I get to laugh at how ridiculous they are but don’t actually have to listen to their voices. Is that bad?
What is your favorite class at Fordham? My personality of psychology class — it’s amazing how applicable some of the theories are to people.
What is the biggest misconception people have about you? That I really like cheese and beer, because I’m from Wisconsin. I also should apparently have mastered my cow tipping skills too; I’m sorry I’ve failed you all.
What is a personal goal you would like to accomplish over your four years here? To try and meet someone from every state, but mostly I want to get more involved in the community in order to hopefully make a difference in some of the kids’ lives.
Do you have plans, career or otherwise, for post-college life? I will probably go to grad school, then who knows. I know I want to help people and the environment in any way possible, especially having seen everything I have thanks to my unique background.
What show, food, artist or movie would you consider your “guilty pleasure”?
What activities, clubs, projects or organizations are you involved with at school? I’m part of the women’s club soccer team, ASILI, College Democrats and Polish Cultural Exchange, although I’ve been lax as of late with meeting attendance. If you were stranded on an island, what would you bring? Is there a limit? Something to desalinize water, a little survival kit — Bear Grylls approved — and a soccer ball to keep my ADD self entertained, but I wouldn’t name it Wilson; that’s too cliché. I’d go with a random name like Ferdinand or Apollo.
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Hania may have a few screws in her ankle, but that doesn’t stop her from chasing black squirrels around campus.
If you could go back to your first day at Fordham, what advice would you give yourself? The usual, to calm down and be myself. I also would remind myself to stick with the mantra “Don’t cheat yourself, because you are the one who suffers in the end.”
Hellenic Party: Dance Until You Are Greek By ALEXANDRA COUMBIS CONTRIBUTING WRITER
The general consensus from this year’s participants in Greek Night is that the Greeks know how to party. This past Saturday night the Hellenic Society took center stage at Rose Hill. Any student who passed by McGinley 2nd would have seen the shining blue lights out of the windows. They would have heard the pounding rhythm of Greek music from a distance away. The night began with an opening prayer from Father John Lardas, a priest at St. Constantine in Brooklyn. It is one of the oldest Greek Orthodox churches in New York. St. Constantine is celebrating its 100th anniversary this year. “From what I’ve been told, Greek Night is the largest Fordham sponsored event on campus for cultural events and it is by far the most fun,” said, Mike Hayes, FCRH ’13. “I’ve been to multiple cultural events, and the Greeks really know how to party and to put on a show.” Hayes, a member of the Hellenic Society, says he identifies as, “not Greek myself, but I am pseudoGreek.” The Hellenic Society welcomes Greeks and non-Greeks into their club. “I’m fascinated with the Greek culture,” said Hayes. “So, I decided to get involved as much as I could, and my roommate is from Athens. He definitely helped in influenc-
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My Big Fat Greek Night is hosted by the dashing Hellenic society members.
ing me to join the Hellenic Society.” Hayes’ roommate, Peter Tsevdos, GSB ’14, is the Fundraising Chair of the Hellenic Society. When asked what people in attendance can take away from Greek Night, Tsevdos said, “The Greeks are very welcoming, we don’t just invite Greeks into the Greek club. We invite all kinds of ethnicities. That’s how we are, a very welcoming group, and we appreciate everybody coming to dance and mingle together.” The Vice President of the Hellenic Society, Petroula Lambrou, GSB ’13, explained some of the particulars of Greek dancing. She said that each region of Greece has its own dance style that derives from its history. “We had fast war-like dances like kotsari, slow couples dances from the islands, male dances like tsamiko and solo dances like the zeibekiko,” said
Lambrou. “Greece is a diverse country with such rich culture and history, which I believe was represented in our performance.” Efthemia Hanakis, FCLC ’14, the president of Lincoln Center’s Hellenic Society, was also in attendance. “The Greek culture was really portrayed in the traditional Greek dances that occur in all the weddings, christenings, anything that is a big event that’s what they do,” she said. “The Hellenic Society taught the Fordham culture about that.” Family members of the Hellenic Society were in attendance as well. A few of the club members had their Yiayias (Grandmother) out on the dance floor. The DJs mix of both American and Greek music had everyone out on the dance floor. Many of the traditional Greek foods, such as pastitio, lemon pota-
toes and Greek salad, were served at a buffet-style dinner. The open bar for people over 21 had Mythos, a Greek beer, as well as red and white wines. Dessert included chocolate covered strawberries, baklava and cake. Many students attend because they know someone in the Hellenic Society. “We have a friend who is from Greece and is a part of the Hellenic Society and he talked to us about it,” said Megan Powers, FCRH ’13. “We’ve come before, it’s a great opportunity to experience a culture that is not familiar to me, and the food is amazing. We have a great time every year.” Michelle Ioannou, FCRH ’13, was one of the night’s Greek dancers. She has been Greek dancing for her entire life. “This is my fourth and, unfortunately, last Greek Night where I will be dancing,” she said. She also encouraged her nonGreek friends to attend. “My nonGreek friends look forward to Greek night each year,” Ioannou said. “They have a blast with the traditional food, dancing and the atmosphere.” Sarah Sullivan, GSB ’14, summed the night up well: “Greek Night is a beautiful celebration of Greek culture and I think this event, as well as many cultural events at Fordham, inspire all Fordham students to get back in touch with their own roots in terms of both social and educational purposes.”
Karen Hill The cemetery of skeletons in our closets all too often become the walking dead. Our harrowing mistakes and memories — our exes and one night stands — lurch through the halls, our classes, the caf, the bars, forever haunting us. Our natural tendency is to run from them, but on a small campus awkward run-ins become a large problem. No weekend is complete without a little “Oh my God! There is my ex” drama. Guys and girls alike get the same shaky reaction. This is college, and we are all adults, so this situation must be handled maturely. Whether it was a serious ex, an ambiguous fling or a random hook up, you should just say “hi.” The only thing that should stop you is if you have a restraining order. It really does not matter where you are or when, but if you are out and about and see that person you really don’t want to see, there is no harm in a smile and wave. Doing so is simple, and it shows you are the bigger person. If you hold resentful feelings, there is no need to unleash them. That makes you look like the crazy grudge holder, and if that person even cares, they will hold resentment over you if you freak out at them. There must be some redeeming quality in that person that initially attracted you to him or to her. Go back to that place, the pre-fallout place, and just say “hi.” Further conversation does not need to ensue. Don’t give that person another reason to dislike you. I am always really impressed when someone from my past just says hi, and it makes any hard feeling that I do have dissipate. My personal decision is often to choose not have any further conversation. After all, things ended for a reason. Coming off too strong sends an equally negative message as ignoring the person does. Hugs are not necessary. Introducing the new beau you are with is not necessary. Attempted shot-blocking is not necessary. Guys always seem to think it is okay to hook up with someone new in front of us girls with known histories of jealousy. Girls often play the “let’s flirt with everyone in sight” game. Neither of these tactics are wise. Maybe you aren’t even trying to make anyone jealous. Maybe you are just trying to move on, but it will never appear that way. People’s perceptions of you really aren’t that important, but you should be wary of your actions to avoid conflict. If you truly feel like you can’t handle seeing your ex or whoever is the source of your distress, it is okay to turn away, but only before you’ve been spotted. Otherwise, muster up whatever modicum of courage you can and just say “hi.” Being the bigger person always feels good, and it feels a lot better than the anxiety of creepily trying to hide under a circle-scarf-turnedinto-hood wondering if you’ve been spotted. Or maybe that’s just me.