Monday, June 2, 2014

Issue 122 (2013-2014)

Issue 122(March 28th, 2014)

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Friday! 
First week back from Spring Break was a doozy. Take it easy this 
weekend, kids. 


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Improv Match 
Today at 3:30 in the Middle School Meeting Room/Old Silent 
Library/Location of the Past Two Coffee Houses! Featuring Dounia 
Sawaya, Jack Kimmel, Anna Shuster, and Matthew Kerr against the 
nefarious Francis Parker. 


SENIORS 
Picture on the Quad at 9. Don’t go off-campus during enrichments 
OR ELSE. 


MAD ABOUT JAZZ 
The Pops Concert is April 2, 3, 4, and 5 at 7:00 PM!!! The Bishop’s 
Singers, Knight’s Chorus, Bel Canto, Women’s Chorus, and Middle 
School chorus will be singing a variety of jazz hits, with guest 
appearances by sequins and positive attitudes. [intense jazz scatting] 


Thank you 
To Timothy Donnelly, who gave a great reading yesterday and is a
very talented poet and a knowledgeable, passionate, and engaging 
person and who rocks. 


Lyrics Quiz No. 1 
And I used to talk 
With honest conviction 
Of how I predicted my world 
I’m gonna leave it to stargazers 
To tell me what the telescope says 


Lyrics Quiz No. 2 
I am beautiful 
No matter what they say 
Words can’t bring me down 
Nooooooo [absurd and overwrought vocal run] 


Font of the day today and of every day in general 
Comic Sans MS

Article

In Defense of Fidgeting

By: Nessa Garcia (Reliable Source of Quality Work)

 A few months ago, I went to see The Book of 
Mormon with my family. My brother and I had 
begged our parents to buy tickets, convincing them 
that it was a true, yet inspirational tale of religion in 
the new world. Accordingly, I was excited to 
experience the musical, but also to watch my mother 
gasp in horror (may I add that she is a Spanish 
Catholic), as the musical would soon reveal itself as a 
crude, yet hilarious satire of religion. Juvenile? Sure. 
Fun? Yup. 
 Anyway, the show was about to start when 
the woman next to me turned and looked at me with 
disdain. In a thick accent, she spat, “Stop moving your 
leg; it is distracting me.” I stopped fidgeting. With the 
most apologetic face I could muster, I turned to her 
and promised to stop, being overly polite to mask my 
immediate annoyance. 
 Little did she know, she had ruined that 
whole night for me. I was so psyched to see the 
musical, but now I had to focus on sitting still. For me, 
fidgeting is like breathing; unconscious and necessary.
If I don’t fidget, I start to feel uncomfortable in a 
seated position, causing my mind to drift and lose its 
focus. Now, my body is trained to fidget so that I can 
accommodate my strange inability to remain still. Yet, 
fidgeting is often considered a sign of being nervous 
and tense. This just isn’t true. 
 Thus, I am calling for the end of 
discrimination against fidgeters. Friend, you are not
helping when you hold my leg in chapel. Your face 
looks like you want me to thank you for your 
“service,” but I will just fidget harder come two
minutes. Fifth-grade teacher, I did not have to pee all 
the time. In fact, for every day that you saw me 
fidgeting, I burned 300 calories to counterbalance my 
obsession with caring for virtual pets. Jealous? 
 In any case, I do understand why fidgeting 
can negatively affect others—the movement is kind of 
distracting. If seated at a small table, I may cause a 
mini earthquake, which interrupts conversation or 
peaceful eating. However, it is something that I cannot 
comfortably control. For this reason, I expect others to 
understand fidgeting and respect its noble cause. If 
anything, they should join the cause. Fidget 4 lyfe. 

*The making of this article has involved 
approximately one hour of fidgeting*