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  • Sports | Oct.28, 2011

    Men’s Basketball

    This season marks the beginning of a new era in Providence College Basketball, and despite the uncertainties surrounding the Big East Conference, one thing that remains clear is that first-year Head Coach Ed Cooley is ready to put Friars basketball back on the map.From the first day he stepped on campus, Cooley has been preaching the importance of dedication, discipline, and defense, and he has both players and fans buying into his system. Last year, the Friars were first in the Big East scoring offense (75.8

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  • Opinion | Oct.27, 2011

    Letter to the Editor

    As the Social Justice Advocacy Coordinator through Campus Ministry and a Catholic Relief Services Ambassador, I was surprised by the recent talk on campus regarding Fair Trade. I was in class during Dr. Claar’s talk, but having read the article in last week’s edition of The Cowl, I wanted to provide a different perspective on Fair Trade, one that is supported by the Catholic Church. Dr. Claar was sorely mistaken when he said that the word “justice” should not be used to describe Fair Trade practices. The inherent wrong that Fair Trade is working to change is not low prices, but the low wages of coffee farmers throughout the world.

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  • Opinion | Oct.27, 2011

    In My Humble Opinion…College Messed Me Up.

    Try as you may to convince me that you are still your senior-year-high-school self, you are not. The only things I worried about senior year were having enough money to get an iced coffee before school, remembering to take my ham-and-cheese sandwich off the kitchen counter for lunch, and how I was going to finagle getting a six-pack for the party in the woods on Friday night.

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  • News | Oct.27, 2011

    Superstition

    Black cats, stepladders

    Does this nonsense even matter?

    Break a mirror every day

    Seven years – what the hay!

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  • News | Oct.27, 2011

    Remember Me?

    The fear. It presses down upon your chest with unimaginable force. Paranoia sets in. You glance over your shoulder time and time again. There is nothing. It’s all in your head. Suddenly, you can hear a voice. It is far away and you cannot discern where it is coming from. Perhaps it was just a whisper in the wind. After all, the window is open. Explosion. The voice returns. It’s screaming at you from within your skull. Shouting. Cursing. Blaspheming. The voice is hoarse, and disconcerting. It is evil. “Get out! Get out! Get out!” you yell back as you writhe around your bed in an overwhelming mix of pain, and fear. At last, the voice fades away into the night as quickly as it arrived. With the departure of the voice comes a feeling of weightlessness. You feel as though the anchor on your heart has been cut free. The fog has lifted. You lay in bed and bask in the glory. But as you celebrate, the voice creeps back into your mind. It is calm, and begging the question: “Remember me?”

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  • Opinion | Oct.27, 2011

    Tiffany & Earl

    Big Mistake! I have been hooking up with this chick and I took her to a Halloween party the other night at my friend’s house. We were having a great time. She looked super cute dressed up as Cat Woman. Her and her friend went to the bathroom at one point while I stayed downstairs. I looked up from my iPhone about ten minutes later and saw her cat ears standing a few feet away from me in the distance. I decided to turn up the heat, grabbed her, and started passionately making out wit her. All of a sudden my kitty cat came bounding down the stairs! I was kissing the wrong Cat Woman! This girl is never going to talk to me again. What do I do?

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  • News | Oct.27, 2011

    The Thirteenth Halloween

    I told myself I’d leave her be,

    So instead I live vicariously.

    I simply watch soundlessly

    And travel around boundlessly.

    I told myself for thirteen years

    I was saving her from the tears.

    I did not want my dear to see

    Her husband as an opaque reverie.

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  • News | Oct.27, 2011

    Dust Jackets

    Justin Fernandez was accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the ripe old age of 11. At the age of 12, however, he was expelled upon the discovery that he was actually a Squib and couldn’t really do magic. After falling into obscurity for two years, he discovered the occult of the Wiccans. He has since renounced Hogwarts as a school of phony, “wannabe” wand carriers and has embraced the sheer awesomeness of nature, herbs, wearing black clothing, and being really creepy. Justin currently studies at Providence College and writes for The Cowl. He hopes one day to convert all people to Wicca, ride an elephant down 42nd Street in Manhattan, spend a day wearing women’s clothing (pantyhose have always fascinated him), and prove that the meaning of life is watching television in your underwear. While not at school, Justin lives in a cave overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Forks, Wash. and every Sunday, he has dinner with Bella and Edward. This is his first time writing for a weekly publication.

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  • Opinion | Oct.27, 2011

    Faith Matters

    I was the greatest werewolf in the history of Providence College. I know that’s a bold claim, but I’m confident that it’s entirely true. It was Halloween and I got myself suited up in shredded jeans and a ripped T-shirt. My once-glorious hair was blown out and secured in place by an entire can of mousse. And I completed the look with carefully applied faux fur that I got from a theater supply store. I’m telling you, it was glorious.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.27, 2011

    Metal and Knives and Everything Nice

    She couldn’t move. The wet floor soaked through her pants and wracked her body with cold, but she wouldn’t allow the muscular spasms to take place. In the dark, she couldn’t see the long metal daggers that were welded onto each surface of the closet, but she knew they were there. Shivering would surely invite one of the rusted tips into her pulsing white skin, swapping death for life. She wasn’t sure what would get her first, the unstoppable rush of blood from her veins or the infection that laced each spike. She had to get out of there alive.

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