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For Irish haters

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I realize that the editorial page of The Observer is not the best way to reach you and your brethren, but this is the one publication willing to give me a soapbox.


The Observer

For Irish haters

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I realize that the editorial page of The Observer is not the best way to reach you and your brethren, but this is the one publication willing to give me a soapbox.


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Why I cheer

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I've never written about football before. Never really wanted to, in fact.


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A dignified Shirt

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As the football team's historic regular season comes to a close, it's only fitting to look ahead. One of the most visible elements of each season is The Shirt. This year, Notre Dame joined forces with Alta Gracia in fashioning the annual garb of Irish faithful. For the first time, we were not only clad in a fabulous, spirited garment, but did so while supporting the only factory in the world that pays its laborers a living, family wage. The choice of vendor for next year's Shirt is quickly pressing upon The Shirt committee. I join with workers' rights advocates everywhere in calling upon the committee to continue partnering with Alta Gracia in creating The Shirt for the 2013 football season and to empower otherwise-exploited garment workers by translating our Catholic character into concrete action.

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Surreal

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LOS ANGELES - Surreal. That is seriously the only word I can use to describe the feeling of standing on the field in the middle of our team celebrating a victory over USC. A victory that concluded an undefeated season and a victory that clinched our spot in the national championship game. I've been imagining this my entire life. I grew up in a state without any professional sports teams, and coming from a Notre Dame family, Notre Dame has always been my team. I've watched every single game since I can remember and I've had to deal with all the bashing and negative comments about the irrelevance of the Notre Dame program for most of my life. Still, I've stood by this team through everything, always holding out hope for the time that Notre Dame reemerges. Everything was surreal: Running across the field with the players in Dublin to dancing to The Four Seasons in the student section following a night game victory against Michigan. Being on the sidelines as our defense held off Stanford in an overtime goal line stand and watching as all of my fellow students were able to join in the celebrations as they rushed the field. Then the following week, after a Senior Day shutout, watching as both Oregon and Kansas State fell to put us as No. 1 in the country. Finally, we were only one game away from clinching our spot in the national championship game. Standing on the sidelines for the entire game, my heart was pounding. I had to use all of my power to not cheer since as a photographer, I'm supposed to remain an impartial member of the media. The last five minutes was the most nerve-wracking experience in my life. I just kept watching seconds fall off the clock, every second, one step closer to a national championship. In the final minutes, my heart dropped as I saw USC catch a pass that put the Trojans within the five-yard line. The moment USC dropped the pass on fourth down after nine plays within the five-yard line, I literally jumped up and started cheering, getting numerous disapproving looks from fellow media photographers. I didn't care. I've waited too long for this. I lined up on the sideline waiting for the final minute to run off the clock. As the game finally ended, I rushed the field along with the other journalists to document the celebrations and reactions of the players and coaches. I'm not going to lie, tears of happiness were shed. In 43 days I will be on the field as Notre Dame plays for the national championship. I'm not sure how that game with end, but win or lose, I don't think I could have asked for a better way to end my senior season.  


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Thanks for ND

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Thanksgiving wasn't supposed to be that great. For the first time, I wasn't with my family for the holiday. I decided distance wasn't going to stop some traditions. I made one of the few dishes I know: banana pudding. I had the ingredients and plenty of time. The lack of kitchen utensils didn't deter me. With makeshift items, including my room key as a can opener, I succeeded. I woke up the Malaysian international student down the hall for his first Thanksgiving. I was going to have him watch Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. He answered the door with bed head and a groggy stare. I quickly described giant balloons and a bunch of (poorly) lip syncing singers. His stare turned into a glare. He said, "You Americans," and went back to bed. Later, I ventured to North for the holiday buffet. It was actually pretty good. Our lunch group was comprised of students from coast to coast. We discussed respective Thanksgiving traditions. The Tuesday preceding Thanksgiving, my seminar professor invited the four students staying on campus during the holiday to her home.  On Thursday, her husband picked me and my banana pudding up. The four of us listened to our Professor and her husband's first date story.  A Minnesotan, Virginian, Illinoisan, Arkansan and two Mainers shared thanks, and discussed the upcoming USC game. We then watched "Love Actually" while eating pumpkin cookies, ice cream and banana pudding. After returning to campus, some guys in Alumni invited me to their poker night. I lost. Thanksgiving wasn't supposed to be that great. Yet, I found myself surrounded by friendship and great conversation. Again, Notre Dame proved why it was the right choice. What I thought was going to be a lackluster holiday ended up exceeding my expectations. No, I wasn't in the presence of my uncles discussing football or my aunts coordinating Christmas plans, but I realized I've become a part of a larger family: The ND community. And ultimately, that is something to be truly thankful for. Kyle Witzigman   freshman Morrissey Manor Nov. 23  


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Why Africana Studies?

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Coming to Notre Dame, I had no idea that Africana Studies existed. I did not know until I met Dr. Richard Pierce, former chair of the department. He gave a talk that he gives to every group of athletes in the freshman class. In the midst of lectures on NCAA rules and procedures, Dr. Pierce spoke about what it means to be a student-athlete. But it was less a speech and more a poem, a charge, a call to action, a challenge. He told us, "Don't fear the specter" - the daunting challenges that lie ahead. Some of the challenges are there, motionless, to be surpassed. Some will actively resist, but progress only results in confronting the specter with the full knowledge of its reality. It is a message for everyone, and ultimately, it is the reason I am an Africana Studies major.     In Africana Studies, an important symbol is the Sankofa bird. Sankofa literally means, "to go back and get it" and is associated with the Akan proverb, "It is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten." The symbolic bird is portrayed as reaching back into its feathers with its beak, while thrusting its chest forward, indicating the direction of its forward motion. The protrusion of the chest exposes the most vital part of the bird. It signifies that the bird is vulnerable in the present, but that the quest for truth is still necessary. The bird's feathers represent that truth, a source of self-criticism and analysis. The talons of the bird are gripping the earth firmly, signifying that this quest is rooted in history. Inferred from the symbol of the bird is the concept that the past influences the present, in order to move forward and think about the future.   Isn't this ultimately the challenge that education provides? Two prominent Africana Studies scholars state that education "dispels ignorance, bolsters courage and gives insight into the important social phenomena that shape human relationships." The Sankofa bird is the embodiment of one who does not fear the challenges of a self-critical education. Africana Studies is a series of courses that acts as a set of practical applications for discovering and addressing one's own socializations. It forces students to tear down preconceived notions of Africa and the diaspora, providing the wisdom necessary to move forward in the pursuit of justice. It forces students to confront their own internal prejudices in examining African and African-American influence on multiple facets of society. Rather than simply administering course material that is the expansion of a body of knowledge about the world and the way it functions, the African and African-American experience as a course of study is an inherently socially and politically active experience. It is prophetic and a social corrective without being self-exculpatory. Africana Studies is inherently prophetic as a basis to better understand the world, and one's own socializations and how they impact perspective of this world. The combination of this understanding creates an indissoluble and formidable platform to move from the way the world is to the way the world should be.   We have to go back for what we have forgotten, whether that is a previous relationship or mode of understanding. We have to be willing to see the world as it was, because our current environment is a product of that world. If we are truly going to make progress as a society, we must be agents moving forward in our pursuit of justice but always being grounded in the realities of the past and present. Africana Studies focuses on agency in human history by creating the space for the voices of those silenced throughout the historical process and silenced by the dominant paradigms in which we are socialized, a study rewarding in and of itself. Africana Studies stresses respect for each individual and his or her diversity, addresses the lack of appreciation for and knowledge of other cultures within academia and the need for a social and corrective dimension within education and establishes multicultural education as a tool for one to learn to be comfortable in the midst of paradigm shifts.    Symbolically, the most important part of the Sankofa bird is its vulnerability, and its pursuit for truth nonetheless. One of the most frightening moments in our lives is when the pillars of our socializations upon which we rely for our bearings and paradigms are no longer veiled in a mythical past untouchable to the inquiry of the mind and crumble down until what is left is the foundation and soul of humanity. Upon that foundation we can build. This moment is the most frightening, but it is also the most liberating. Africana Studies begins this process. Africana Studies in and of itself is a call to action and a challenge of self-analysis. No matter how frightening, it is a task we must undertake. Indeed, we must not fear the specter. Alex Coccia is a junior Africana and Peace Studies major and a Gender Studies minor. He appreciates classroom conversations in Black Politics in Multiracial America.  He can be reached at acoccia@nd.edu         The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.  


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Where there is life, there is hope

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Like most of my Viewpoint columns this year, I drew the inspiration for this one from a conversation I had. I was discussing abortion (big surprise) with someone who did not share my opinion on the subject (another big surprise). This conversation went much better than they usually do, which I attribute to the honesty and open-mindedness of my interlocutor. At one point, she made an interesting and unusual argument by supposing that the fetus is a human person, but that it would still be better for that person to be aborted than to be born into the situation that the children of parents considering abortion find themselves in.   Her argument went something like this: A child's parent or parents consider abortion because they are not prepared to take care of the child and/or because they do not want to at that time. Therefore, if that child was born instead of aborted, its parents would not love it adequately, causing it lasting emotional and psychological harm. Because of their difficult financial and other circumstances, they would also not be able to provide it adequate education, health care, nutrition and enrichment activities like music, art and sports. All in all, the child would grow up unfulfilled and unhappy. Therefore, it would be better if that child had not lived in the first place. There are a few obvious responses to this argument. One could say that it is presumptuous and wrong to claim that people born into difficult situations cannot overcome the circumstances of their birth to lead happy and successful lives. Rising from rags to riches is what America is all about. I am not equating happiness with financial success, either. Those who are born poor and remain poor can still achieve more meaningful fulfillment than they could find in money. I also believe that the same holds true for sickness. Today, when doctors identify an irreparable birth defect in the womb, they almost always advise the parents to abort. If they asked the parents of these children who were not aborted whether or not they consider the birth of their child a blessing and a joy, however, I bet that the parents' answers would not be unanimous "no's." I myself have made the mistake of arguing on these very pages that someone should be denied an opportunity because it would put him in too difficult of a situation. I would be easy for me to dismiss this line of reasoning as another instance of that. Anyone who believes in Christianity must take this argument seriously, however, because the Bible does. In the book of Job, God's faithful servant curses the day he was born. Job suffers so terribly that it makes all the good things he has experienced in life seem insignificant by comparison. He wishes God had never given him a family, land, herds or even life itself because the joy he gained from all these things only served to heighten the pain he experienced when God took them away. God restores Job's happiness at the end of the book, but he doesn't always do that in real life. For every example of a person who overcomes difficult circumstances to succeed, there is another example of a person who plunges from happiness into despair like Job. Should we grant the potential Jobs in society their wish by ensuring that those who are most likely to experience terrible suffering are never born? I don't think so. Job's story makes one crucial point that I have not yet discussed: Anyone, perhaps especially those to whom God has given the most, can fall on hard times like Job. We cannot predict the outcomes of people's lives with any kind of certainty. Even if we use our most sophisticated statistical methods to determine that a given person has a 99 percent chance of dying of multiple stab wounds in jail while experiencing heroin withdrawal, there is still a one percent chance that this person could live a happy life. Likewise, many of those who are born with every advantage end up suffering terrible misfortunes. Just as we cannot predict the outcomes of other people's lives, we cannot predict our own, either. Some of us may already have struggled with difficulties like those the children of parents considering abortion face. Even if we have avoided these challenges, we have no assurance that this will continue for the rest of our lives, or that the other difficulties we face will not bring us even more suffering (and more opportunity for triumph). We cannot divide human life into "life worth living" and "life not worth living." Wherever there is life, there is hope, so if there is hope for us, there is hope for the unborn, too. Elliott Pearce can be reached at Elliott.A.Pearce.12@nd.edu         The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.  


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Kent's mix

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Kent and I have the same exact taste in music. I know that is a bold statement to make, but I stand by it. The only interesting part about it all is the fact that I have never met Kent. Now before this sounds like another freaky virtual relationship that would be cracked on "Catfish," let me explain the story.


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Voices of love

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When I was a kid, I thought the music my parents listened to was boring. So whenever I found myself without something to do, I would crank up the VHS player, go to the cabinet and reach for my favorite tape: "Peter, Paul and Mary in Concert." I would sit on the floor, head in my hands, and watch (with occasional dance breaks) as PP&M sang songs like "Puff the Magic Dragon" and "If I Had a Hammer." I watched that video countless times, so many times, in fact, that I could proudly give minute-by-minute breakdowns of what was coming next.



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Thanks for reporting

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I want to thank Anna Boarini for her Nov. 14 article, "Lecture explores Church teachings." I am grateful for her fair reporting of my  St. Mary's College "Theology on Fire" series lecture "The Church and Same-Sex Attraction" which I gave the previous night. In spite of concerns voiced by some present and former SMC faculty members that my presence and presumed views would be too "controversial" and "isolating," I found the larger than usual audience of mostly students both attentive to and respectful of what I said. I am grateful that - at least among the SMC students and others who attended - "diversity" and "tolerance" also included me, a person with whom some members of the audience apparently came prepared to disagree. As a Saint Mary's dad of 1999 and 2007 (and a Notre Dame dad of 1997 and 2005), I am pleased that undergraduate students at Saint Mary's (and Notre Dame) are still being taught to see, hear, think and decide for themselves what is true! Philip Sutton   Class of 1973 South Bend, IN Nov. 19  


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Glorious food

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As the leaves continue falling and the South Bend weather remembers that it is fall, not winter, I am reminded of why November is my favorite time of year. No, it isn't because of the beautiful colors of the leaves or the brisk breeze in the air. It isn't even because November brings a top-ranked Irish football team, though watching Notre Dame fight for victory has definitely improved this particular November. No, the reason I love November is plain and simple - food. Yes, I said food. Thanksgiving is only two days away and I can already taste the vast meal that will be laid before me. I've been looking forward to stuffed turkey, homemade cranberry sauce and fresh rolls straight from the oven. A table full of pumpkin, pecan and apple pies. A meal to be remembered dreamt of and missed for an entire year to come. A meal that will only be matched by the one I will be partaking in next Thanksgiving. A meal that takes all day to prepare and lasts for weeks to come.  A meal that has not one, but two turkeys placed upon its table. People scoff when they find out Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. They name Christmas, the Fourth of July, even my own birthday and ask why those days aren't better than Thanksgiving. The answer is still food. While I love my grandmother's homemade cinnamon rolls, they don't hold a candle to a hot, steamy roll covered in pumpkin butter. I love grilling out, but I can do that all summer. Grilling is not reserved for the Fourth. As for my birthday, there's only so much cake you can eat before you get sick. The turkey remains satisfying for weeks, the cranberry sauce will last as long as I can bring myself to preserve it and it doesn't take much to bake another pumpkin pie to complete the meal once you've polished off the first three. There are plenty of other things I appreciate about my favorite holiday. I love watching football with my dad and my brother. Playing in the fifth annual Turkey Bowl with family and friends. Hiding in my house while thousands of others battle for Black Friday deals. All of these things complete the wonderful holiday that is the day of thanks. And I am grateful for all of these things and many more. When it comes down to it, though, when I think of Thanksgiving I think of food, wonderful food. I give thanks that I have been blessed with a full table and a loving family around me. More than anything, though, I give thanks for the poor turkey who gave his life for my Thanksgiving table, and for all the turkeys who have sacrificed themselves for me throughout my past 19 days of feasting. On behalf of all the turkeys preparing for your own feast, happy Thanksgiving and bon appetit!  


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True Notre Dame

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Dear Editor, I wanted to share with you and all of Notre Dame a story about Brian Kelly. My co-worker's 5-year-old daughter had to do a school report on the 100 Year Flood that happened here in Louisville back in 1937. In her attempt to find someone to interview, she found a 92-year-old Ursuline nun. Having lived through the flood, she welcomed the little Catholic girl in for her questioning and interview.   When they were all done, she and her mother were getting up to leave and the discussion of football came up. Turns out the sister is a huge Notre Dame fan. She told them to hold on a second, and went to her study and pulled out a media guide.  Stuffed inside was a letter, and a signed picture, made out to her, signed by Brian Kelly. Coach Kelly also included a Beat Miami pin. According to the nun, before the Miami game, she had written a letter to Coach Kelly, not asking for an autograph, but instead, to tell him to "run the ball, stop throwing it."  She said she watches every game and paces the floor with her walker. She has a kelly green rosary - a Notre Dame one - that she prays with every game. I thought the story was touching in a couple ways. This is true Notre Dame, first in the fact that a 92-year-old woman paces with her walker and rosary in hand. I can relate to this, since my grandmother is 96 years old, and still watches Notre Dame football (and basketball) every weekend. If she could pace the room, I am sure she would. The second touching part of this story, is that Brian Kelly took the time to respond to her. Maybe there is more to the story, and maybe she is a booster, or something. But for Kelly, in the throes of the season, to take the few minutes to write her a response letter and send her some Notre Dame gear defines the man.  I don't see Nick Saban, Lane Kiffin or Urban Meyer doing something like that. This is Notre Dame. Go Irish! Let's go boys, finish what you started. Beat USC! Michael Driscoll   Class of 1999 Louisville, KY Nov. 19  


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Chartering a new course

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Charter schools may be the most controversial development in American education in the past decade. With the release of successful pro-charter documentaries such as "Waiting for Superman" and "The Lottery," the conversation about the actual effectiveness of charter schools has been questioned as different statistics and studies have created a rigorous debate over an effort to save American education. Charter schools are schools that are publicly funded but are administered by groups other than local school districts. These groups are held to accountability standards while being allowed the flexibility to experiment with different learning modules without needing to negotiate with teachers' unions. Many charter schools often have to rely on fundraising or donations from private foundations to make initial capital expenditures and to meet their annual operating costs. Charter schools encompass a diverse set of innovative schools. Some charter schools, such as the SEED School in Washington D.C., provide "24-hour" support by serving as a boarding school for low income children from grades six through 12, almost exclusively African-American (Toch, 2009, p.66). Many charter schools take advantage of their increased power in the contract process with staff because charter schools do not negotiate with a union. For example, the Harlem Success Academy, a charter branch in Harlem, New York has a one-page contract with few specifics as to teacher protections and allows for individual teachers to be fired immediately. This is compared to the contract in the New York Public Schools, which in 2010 was 167 pages, and is filled with what teachers can and cannot do during the established school hours and the established school year (Brill, 2011, p.14). This allows charter schools much more flexibility to extend the school year, extend the school day and have teachers provide more support time than a normal public school. The authoritative study on charter schools was released by the CREDO group at Stanford University in 2009 and covered roughly 70 percent of all charter schools students. The study revealed that 17 percent of charter schools produce better outcomes than traditional public schools (CREDO, 2009, p.7), 50 percent of the charter schools nationwide have results that are no different from the local public schools and 37 percent deliver learning results that are significantly worse than public school (CREDO, 2009, p.7). While the reviews of charters from the national level may not have shown charters to be more effective than public schools, researchers have found that charter schools located in urban areas, such as Denver and Chicago, tend to do better than their public school peers (Angrist, Parag, Pathak & Walters August, 2011). Moreover, charter schools that have been around for longer periods of time tend to be more effective. Five years is the amount of time that charters need to display whether or not they can be as effective, or even more effective than their local public school (Sass, 2006). With charter schools, the policy should be clear. Each charter school should be given five years to prove that they are effective. If the numbers and data do not show that it is on par or better with local competitors then it should be shut down. On the flipside, the school districts should allow the groups that run the best charter schools that are proven to be effective the opportunity to expand and take over the poorest performing schools. Hence, the best schools could expand and the worst would close down. This is an extremely pragmatic idea that would immensely benefit children, but it will never happen because of the politics in education, specifically the fight that would come from the teachers unions. The idea of a charter school coming into a public school and changing it would be seen as an "anti-union" move. It would be fiercely protested and because teacher's unions are so powerful at the local level, would not happen as a result. The unions would have a legitimate reason to protest, but even with a legitimate reason, doing so would be placing their interests ahead of what is best for students. This is a reoccurring theme in their protests against reforms to save American education. In politics, there is a saying that goes "an ideologue believes what right works; a pragmatist believes what works is right." For too long ideology has driven how America delivers education rather than what works. There are many groups that benefit from the status quo in American education, and unfortunately American students are not one of them. But by identifying the best charter schools, and allowing them to expand while closing the ineffective charter school, American education can begin to improve. Unfortunately, this type of change is impossible, because as too often in education, appetite and ambition prevails over knowledge and wisdom. Note: Much of the content came from a Foresight Research Paper . Adam Newman can be reached at anewman3@nd.edu     The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.  


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Every child has a story

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The belief in the power of commerce is the driving force behind the activities of the Student International Business Council (SIBC). One of the five divisions of the SIBC, Global Development, has projects that are geared toward the developmental aspect of business. One of these projects is the Robinson Community Learning Center (RCLC) marketing group. They believe that while there is a tendency to link global development with some foreign, faraway place, it actually begins with the local community. They established an initiative in partnership with an organization very close to the Notre Dame campus, the Robinson Community Learning Center (RCLC). The RCLC is a partnership between the residents of the South Bend northeast neighborhood and the University of Notre Dame. It was started in 2001 in a bid to foster a relationship between the residents of South Bend and the University. The center provides literacy programs, skills training and adult programs for the community with the assistance of volunteers, some of whom are Notre Dame students. Senior Ming Archbold, the current project leader of the RCLC Marketing group, started this initiative during his sophomore year in 2010. He was inspired by the need to collect and share stories from young children in the local community. With a team of Notre Dame students and the help of members of the RCLC staff such as VelshonnaLuckey, this group facilitated the creation of stories by a group of children aged 7-11. The group of 20 students created an environment where the children learned to voice their thoughts and work in teams. The process was not without tears, however, as each child wanted to be the leader and have his/her own ideas and illustrations included in the final draft. This semester, the RCLC marketing group focused on an aspect that challenged their creativity. The current team, with members from as close as South Bend and as far as Zimbabwe, worked together in a bid to edit the stories while maintaining the integrity of the children's ideas and staying true to their voices. The hard work has paid off in that what started out as an idea has grown to become a children's book entitled "Every Child Has A Story." This book is in the process of being published though CreateSpace, Amazon's online publishing platform. This achievement marks the beginning of the next phase of the project. In the coming weeks, the book will become available to the public in digital and print form and the team will start executing its marketing strategy. The goal is to promote the book and ultimately increase its profitability. What distinguishes "Every Child Has A Story" from other children's books is that it is perfectly imperfect. It was crafted and illustrated by young minds that refuse to conform to the rules of what a typical children's book should look like. The project itself is ambitious and innovative, merging two seemingly unrelated concepts: Marketing and literature. This creates an environment where creativity is essential and the challenges are numerous, but learning and growth is inevitable. When "Every Child Has A Story" makes it to the shelves of bookstores and becomes available to Notre Dame and the South Bend community as a whole, I encourage you to buy it for a young loved one. It contains perspectives on life masquerading as stories about heroes, homework and Notre Dame football. Buy it for yourself as a reminder that even in this cutthroat world of business, commercial models can be used for good - all proceeds from the sale of the book will go directly to the Robinson Community Learning Center. Geraldine Mukumbi can be reached at gmukumbi@nd.edu The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.


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No. 1

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It's roughly four hours after this column was due. Ten hours after I woke up. Sixteen hours after I went to bed. Twenty-four hours after Notre Dame discovered that it was ranked number one in college football for the first time since the year I was born, 1993. The night started after a solid win against Wake Forest. I raced back to Stanford Hall, took an hour-long nap to mitigate what I thought was temporary hunger, but finally downed a chicken and bacon sub. We started watching the Baylor vs. Kansas State game and the Stanford vs. Oregon game. I was told who to cheer for and why and did so accordingly. After admiring the HD quality of the TV set for ten minutes, I began meandering around the interweb and zoning out. Typical. A short while later - not really, it just felt like it - people began accumulating in the room. As the games' clocks wound down, people began sitting upright from their nearly horizontal positions. Finally they finished and I looked around to anyone who would make eye contact asking, "Does this mean what I think it means?" with a hopeful expression. Someone answered out loud "Stanford and Baylor just won, we're -" and he was cut off. Stanford Hall's fourth floor had erupted with the loudest, deepest cheers I have ever heard. We raced out of the room to witness at least 35 guys moshing their way about each other. Social restraints were lifted and clothes were optional. They exhausted the "We're number one!" chant for about five minutes until someone suggested we move down a floor. The crowd grew in volume and numbers as we went down. Finally, at the bottom floor there was nowhere left to go. People began running outside, I thought mob mentality had taken over and people disappeared into the blackness of the night. Only after I had run into the darkness myself did I notice the throngs of people surrounding Stonehenge. Shirtless men surrounded me, Zahm's first-floor playlist featured Mariah Carey Christmas carols and a half-naked boy ran by with a floatie around his torso. I started to tear up; I'm tearing up now as I recollect the goosebump-inducing sensation of pure joy. I raced to the fountain, my feet still killing me from the four hours of standing and screamed with the rest of them. Fireworks were lit, emitting more cheers from the students drunk with mostly exuberance. Then and there the night became something I will never forget. And no, this is not a crazy reality TV show. It's real life. WE'RE NO. 1! Contact Rebecca O'Neil at roneil01@saintmarys.edu The views expressed in the Inside Column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.  


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Losing my student Ziqi Zhang

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I have not yet enjoyed the fall breeze or the beauty of autumn's colors. Both of these things seemed to be out of reach and are now gone. This year's fall break was very significant for me, because my Chinese student Ziqi Zhang has left this world due to a traffic accident. A very young and beautiful life is gone. She was only 19, young and energetic. She should still be here looking forward to a bright future. What a tragedy! What pain! On October 13th, the Saturday before her accident, Ziqi wore her favorite green coat in support of the Notre Dame Fighting Irish at her first and last Notre Dame football game. Ziqi could never have imagined that on October 20th, the Saturday after the accident, Notre Dame Stadium, with a capacity of 80,000, would be filled with football fans all standing to take part in a moment of silence in her memory. Saint Mary's vice-presidents and my colleagues of the Center for Women's Intercultural Leadership worked all weekend to prepare the official letters, which had to be translated before being sent via email and fax. It was night and day non-stop work. The school leaders decided to host the Sunday Mass in Regina Chapel in memory of Ziqi. Father John summarized Ziqi's life at Saint Mary's: "Lots of people have had things to say about her in various groups the last few days. I've heard comments about her intelligence, her creativity and her great smile. I've heard of quiet acts of kindness she showered upon other people. I've heard how adventurous she was, about her first encounter with horse-riding, as the horse galloped along. I would have thought that the horse walking would be enough of a first experience! I've heard about her trying out for teams in sports she'd never played before. I've heard her described as an excellent student, a budding scientist, fascinated by nano-technology, as well as a talented musician. I've mostly heard her described as somebody who was very easy to like, to love and who very much liked and loved others." The memorial service for Ziqi on Tuesday was touching. Hundreds of people came to Regina Chapel. Ziqi's roommate, classmates, friends and professors all talked of their experiences with her. We laughed because of the interesting things she did in the past. We were sad and had tears because of the sorrow of losing her. She had only been in the United States for about a year. She struggled when she had to decide whether she should go back home or stay for a research project last summer, but in the end she decided to stay. She had just bought an international air ticket to visit her home only a few days before the car accident. She shared the exciting news with her classmates and friends and even left a message on Facebook telling everyone that finally she would be able to go home for a visit. This situation gave many of us great sorrow. After coming overseas to study at a place where she longed to go, she could now never go back home. I received her family's letter to the school on Tuesday morning and we read it at the memorial service at noon that day. This letter touched all people who understand English or Chinese. The letter read: "Thank you very much for your letter. We were very touched by it. We are witnessing the gracious generosity that offers timely help in that wonderfully civilized country of the United States of America, which was my daughter's dream land. We felt honored to have sent her there to study - a place filled with hope, kindness and friendship. With gratitude and esteem to you, we accept your kind offer to help us. Though we are old, and having lost our precious daughter, we felt the warmth through your actions, and we felt that it had been worthwhile for our daughter to have studied there. She was our pride and joy. She longed for this wonderful country of America and we wished she could have completed her studies, learned the sciences and civilization so that she could have played a worthy role in the betterment of the entire human race." Ziqi's life was short, but she had built a beautiful bridge. She came to America from China to study abroad and pursue dual degrees of Saint Mary's College and the University of Notre Dame. Most of her life in the United States was spent on the way back and forth between the two institutions. Her life also ended on the road between the two. May she rest in peace in Heaven! Alice Yang is a professor of Chinese and the Assistant Director for Global Education at Saint Mary's College. She can be reached at syang@saintmarys.edu The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.


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A poor argument

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Poverty is one explanation commonly used - most notably by NYU historian Diane Ravitch, who spoke at Notre Dame Law School last year - for the plight of American education. Ravitch is a "traditionalist," someone who believes that focusing on socioeconomic factors such as poverty through anti-poverty programs are the best ways to improve student outcomes. On the other side of the debate are "reformers." Reformers believe that the best way to improve student outcomes is to provide students with effective teachers and schools, regardless of their background. They choose not to focus on factors such as poverty because they cannot control or measure them. Reformers back up their argument with mounting evidence of the importance of good teachers. Research conducted by Eric Hanushek, a Stanford economist, suggests that if every low-income student had a quality teacher in the top 15 percent four years in a row, the achievement gap between low-income students and their peers would be virtually eliminated. A recent study by Harvard and Columbia economists followed one million children in an urban school system from fourth grade to adulthood. It found students assigned to highly effective teachers were more likely to attend college, attend higher ranked colleges, earn higher salaries, live in better neighborhoods and save more for retirement. Traditionalists, on the other hand, often note the performance difference between affluent students and non-affluent students to show poverty is the most important factor in a child's education. But comparisons of America's affluent students to the average student in other countries suggest disturbing conclusions. A study conducted by Hanushek, Paul Peterson of Harvard and LudgerWoessman of the University of Munich compared American students who have at least one college-educated parent to average students in other developed (OECD) countries. Using data from the highly respected Program for International Student Assessment (PISA), only 44 percent of American students with at least one college-educated parent were proficient in math, placing us 17th amongst average students in developed countries. Another study conducted by Arkansas education professor Jay Greene examined how average students in affluent American cities compared to average students in other OECD countries. The results were shocking: Even average students from wealthy areas do not compete well against average students from other industrialized countries. Most notably, an average student from Beverly Hills, Calif., was in the 53rd percentile; from Palo Alto, Calif., the 56th percentile; from Naperville, Ill., the 67th percentile; and from Gross Point, Mich., the 56th percentile. These results weaken the traditionalists' "poverty" argument, because poor American students are not only the only ones not doing well relative to international competitors - affluent students are not performing well either. This suggests that American education is failing all students, not just poor ones. As traditionalists blame poverty for the poor performance of American education, many schools with high levels of poor students produce jaw-dropping results. My favorite story is Harlem Success Academy in New York. During the 2009-10 school year, 94 percent of the school was proficient in math and 86 percent was proficient in reading. Its local competitor, PS 149, spent more per student, had smaller class sizes and, most importantly, had the same percentage of students on free and reduced price lunch (70 percent) - but only 34 percent of the students was proficient in math and 29 percent in reading. Harlem Success uses a lottery for admission, meaning that it does not "cherry-pick" smart students. Harlem Success Academy is just one of many schools where the leadership does not accept poverty as a barrier to producing remarkable outcomes. Poverty may limit opportunity, but it has been used by the education establishment to lower the expectations of what schools and teachers can achieve while preventing accountability and reform for far too long. This has created an ineffective American education system that has failed both poor and affluent students. Even as this injustice exists, traditionalists like Diane Ratvich will continue to use any other excuse. This may have worked before. But as Americans see competitiveness decline, joblessness and wages stagnate and the American Dream begin to fade, traditionalists will fall into obscurity because of the simple truth that one does not need a Ph.D to understand there is no better anti-poverty tool than a high quality education. Adam Newman is a senior political science major. He can be reached at anewman3@nd.edu The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.


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BMW sequel

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Unless you've been living under a rock, you're aware Disney is in the process of producing a "Boy Meets World" sequel called "Girl Meets World." The series would focus on Cory and Topanga (still happily married) and their daughter, Riley. Cory has assumed a role exactly like that of George Feeny as he teaches seventh grade history. If you're like me, you rejoiced when you first heard of the news. My younger self was thrilled as I immediately thought back to the days of John Adams High and Eric's Feeny call. The show defined childhood for many of us. However, once you get past the initial excitement, you might have realized just how poor of a decision it is to give it a sequel. Don't get me wrong - I love "BMW." Arguably, it is one of the greatest television shows our generation will ever know. From Cory and Shawn's unshakable friendship to Mr. Feeny's sage advice to Cory and Topanga's iconic love story, that show is one of my favorites. The series finale in Feeny's classroom still makes me cry. It serves as a reminder that before the days of Snooki, Kim Kardashian or the real Housewives of Orange County, television could actually contain some substance. "BMW" is entertaining yet also educational; comical yet also moving. It showed me the importance of responsibility and loyalty and also the love and forgiveness of the people in your life. The show even tackled issues darker than anxiety about college or long-distance relationships when the characters confronted issues of under-age drinking, domestic violence and sex. How many shows did you watch as a kid and if you watched them now, you would enjoy just as much as you did back then? Not many. That's because "BMW" is a classic. And that is exactly why it needs to be left alone. Classics are praised because they are one-of-a-kind. They're on a whole other level. You just don't touch classics. I will admit certain remakes and sequels of movies and television shows can be successful, even enjoyable. But I just don't think this sequel can be done right. Despite my love and adoration of all things Disney, I realize the Disney channel today is not the same as it was in the 90's. Even though Michael Jacobs, the creator and executive producer of "BMW," is rumored to be on board for this sequel and is supposedly spear-heading the new series, I am still weary. While some of the original cast is probably back for this show, I doubt it will ever amount to the same level of entertainment and timelessness that is "BMW." Admittedly, if and when the sequel airs, I will watch it. I will try to give it a fair chance, and I admit there is a small possibility the sequel will actually be worthwhile. I almost hope I am wrong, and that this new series turns out to be a genius move on the parts of Disney and Jacobs. But for now, I will remember "BMW" for what it is: a treasured part of childhood.