SHU students like to see the glass as half-empty

Lately, there seems to be a lot of pessimism on campus: “My computer’s too slow”, “There’s nothing to do on weekends”, “DOVE’s always full; I can’t volunteer!” Although SHU has its downsides, there’s always a flip side to the coin.

“My computer’s too slow.” A lot of students on campus seem to think their computers should be faster. I’ve had my computer for a while now and haven’t had a problem yet (Knock on wood!). Most students don’t realize that laptops aren’t meant to store fifteen movies, six thousand songs, and all their school documents. Students should use a large capacity flash drive for their music and movies. Without all that extra jazz, the computers are pretty fast. Plus, students are getting a free computer, built into their tuition – so, let’s try not to be too picky.

“DOVE fills up too fast! I can never get in!” As the only major volunteer organization on campus, DOVE’s bound to be full. However, students don’t realize there are other opportunities: with clubs, in Freshmen Studies, etc. Instead of complaining, why don’t students look elsewhere for their volunteer hours? There are plenty of places in the surrounding area that would love volunteers, such as the VA hospital two miles off campus. If students do not want to do that, they should at least acknowledge that having DOVE’s activities packed is better than having them empty.

“There’s nothing to do on weekends!” SHU doesn’t always offer weekend opportunities for its students, since many head home for the weekend. While this is a negative aspect of the campus, its proximity to NYC is not. Within an hour, you can be in the middle of New York, exploring as college students tend to do. Since SHU doesn’t offer weekend activities, students should take advantage of the surrounding community: head into NYC, go to downtown South Orange, jump the train to go to Atlantic City (it can be done – trust me). Why limit yourself to what’s offered by the campus? If college is what you make it, make your own experiences!

Jessica Card is a staff writer for The Setonian. She can be reached at

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DTS for MDW: A Menagerie

Guy’s perspective: “Yo man, I’m so pumped to go dts for mddubbs OH YEAH CABS ARE HEAH, YEAH. OH YEAH. Booked the house in Seaside when there was still snow on the ground.”

Girl’s perspective: *Girl defaults very old summer picture on facebook, composes caption* “OMG I’m like so pale, ughhh summer where r u? I wanna be tannn. 49.0002932 days until mdwww ;)”

Band geek’s perspective: “Ugh, seriously? It’s 89 degrees out and I get to march around town in a uniform with as much ventilation as a burlap sack while everyone else is dts? How is this fair?” (This was me).


Facebook: FINALLY DTS! Hit me up (gives location of shore house, assumedly along one of many Ocean Avenues, and @ tags of friends who will be there)

Anyone outside of NY/NJ: “DTS? What does that stand for? Did you just say actual words? Who? Em dee dubs? A shore? Don’t you mean the beach?!  I don’t understand…”

Soldier’s perspective, whether deployed or retired: A day in which to remember those who have fallen before him, are falling around him, and will fall after. A day to remember the wars past and the current battles, and taking at least the morning hours to offer condolences, prayers, and fond memories laced with patriotism.

Seriously though, who are we kidding?  This is all unfortunately right. defines Memorial Day as “Also called Decoration Day. A day, May 30, set aside in most states of the U.S. for observances in memory of dead members of the armed forces of all wars: now officially observed on the last Monday in May.”

While what has once solely been a day of remembrance is still being properly celebrated by those closest to the situation or those with respect, the rest of our generation (and even members of the generation above) will take part in a ridiculously unfortunate and unfortunately hysterical 3-day weekend of shenanigans and debauchery, about 6 weeks from now.

Despite how unfortunate the attitudes and advantages taken are, an outside perspective of MDW, as it is so endearingly called, is still quite funny, since those who participate excessively must admit that they are fitting a particular stereotype.

Steps for a seemingly successful MDW:

1) Is it going to snow in two weeks? You’re already late. Take the morning off, skip school and drive down to Seaside or Belmar to a) clean up your own shore house or b) rent the best one.

2) Collect the security deposit after confirming the probably almost sort of definite attendance of those who will be participating in the shenanigans with you. Figure out a seemingly reasonable amount to charge everyone for food, and umm, everything else.

3) Plan accordingly. Once May comes, you’ll be taking a trip to Costco with mom’s membership card in order to stock up on food for the grill, and food that doesn’t require any other type of effort. It won’t be enough no matter how hard you try to plan.

4) Take extra shifts at work. You’ll need more money than you’ll make.

5) Find all the addresses of all your friends’ houses, find the facebook friends that you met one time that one summer, and write an attention-seeking post on their walls about how you can’t wait to see them again. “YEAH BRO. COME AT ME. 32 DAYS.”

6) Get your tan on. The point of MDW is to kick off tanning season, but you have to be at least sort of glowing before that. Obviously.

7) Go to the gym. The rush for swimsuit season is officially on – and yes, you’re being judged.

8) Make friends with dad’s coworker’s cousin’s brother whose son played baseball with you that one time – because he’s a cop.

9) Bring your camera. No elaboration necessary on that one.

10) Talk about MDW all the time. Dream about going DTS. Live the dream.

The ridiculousness of the weekend is something that needs to be seen, and cannot properly be described. It’s like an entire season of Jersey Shore – in just four days.

For further information on a successful MDW, the following supporting materials are the most detailed texts available on discourse of the subject of “the shore”: Here’s the Situation: A Guide to Creeping on Chicks, Avoiding Grenades, and Getting in Your GTL on the Jersey Shore by Michael Sorrentino, A Shore Thing by Nicole Snooki Polizzi, and The Rules According to JWOWW: Shore-Tested Secrets on Landing a Mint Guy, Staying Fresh to Death, and Kicking the Competition to the Curb by Jenni Farley.

Clarification: I did not write this based on personal experience. However, my birthday often falls on or just after MDW – and any attention diverted from it to the investment of a birthday cake wouldn’t hurt.

Charlotte Lewis is a staff writer for the Setonian. She can be reached at

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The criminals of reality TV

It seems that every time someone turns on the television a commercial for a new reality television show is on.  Granted I do like reality TV and I watch it often.  I love keeping up with the love/hate relationship between Ronnie and Sammie on the Jersey Shore, who getting fired on the Celebrity Apprentice and the girl fights on Bad Girls Club.  But I think that reality TV is going a little too far.  Vh1 is now premiering a new show entitled Mob Wives…. Like really?? First, Real Housewives, then Basketball Wives but now Mob Wives.

This show follows the lives of four women as they struggle to pick up the pieces and carry on with their day to day lives as their husbands or fathers are in jail for mob related crimes. The women are all friends and live in Staten Island.  Along with dealing with day to day challenges, these women are trying to confront stereotypes that exist regarding their lives. They are going to try to dispel the images that are portrayed of mob wives and families in the movies.

The show has yet to premiere but I do not believe that this show will last long.   Why are we celebrating/ displaying the lives of criminals and their families on television?  I know that the object of creating shows like these are to make them interesting and have people watch them, but displaying and praising bad behavior does not seem like a good idea.  It shows people that it is okay do bad things and even commendable because you may be displayed on television and become an instant reality star.  I know that VH1 is just trying to make entertaining television but they are going a little too far this time.

This post was written by Setonian staff writer Briana Knox. She can be reached at


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Registration Woes

The week before registration we fall into a false sense of security thinking, “Yes, I will get into all my classes for next semester!” when the reality is we’re going to end up settling for most of our classes.

As you sign onto Blackboard 20 minutes before registration, you begin the race to get into the classes of your choice. You start counting down the minutes and seconds before you can register. Three minutes before you can register, you type in your pin and click the register button over and over again, hoping that the time on your laptop isn’t different from the one the school has.

Just when you think the minute before registration isn’t going to end, you are caught off guard when the time comes. You go into panic mode and start fumbling for the CRN numbers for your courses and with a push of the submit button, you are given your fate.

At this point you have either gotten into all your classes and you can relax. Or you have to race against your classmates to find other classes that fit into your schedule.

Don’t worry. Whatever classes you didn’t get into this semester, you can always get into the next time you register…that is, if they are offered.

A few people have said that some of their courses are rotated into the schedule every year and half. This could mean if you miss registering for it the first time around, the class might not be offered until after you graduate.

Many people didn’t even realize registration was this week or didn’t have their pins till hours after their registration began or didn’t know they had to register within the next 15 minutes.

I had planned out my schedule perfectly. I had even picked extra classes that could fit into my schedule if my electives were closed.

Three hours before registration, one of my classes I need to take closed out. I had one of two options: try to get signed into the class or find something else.

I thought registering as a senior was going to make the process easier. I had the first pick of classes to get into any class I wanted.

Truth is: being a senior doesn’t make it easier.

Everyone in this school is fighting to get into classes so they can get out of here in four years or less. Seniors are hoping to get all their requirements done; freshman and sophomores, you’re not getting into any of your top choices. You’re going to have to take all the classes for your major during your senior year like the rest of us.

And the vicious circle continues.

Patrice Kubik is a staff writer for The Setonian. She can be reached at

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Spring is here, and so is Yankee fever

The MLB regular season has finally arrived, and the Yankees are looking good to start off the season.   They have started the season 2-1 in their first series of the season.  The offense was on fire throughout the series, scoring 6, 10 and 7 runs in each game respectively.  One player who performed particularly well, despite his history of cold Aprils, is Mark Teixiera, who hit a home run in each game.

One cause for concern for the Yankees, though, is the pitching.  While AJ Burnett looked pretty good, letting up three runs in five innings, Phil Hughes did not look good in his first start of his second season as a starting pitcher, giving up five runs in four innings.  This raises concern about the starting rotation, which is considered the key factor for how well the Yankees will do this season.

Tonight’s game is a big one, with Ivan Nova making his first MLB start.  How he performs could lessen or further raise concerns about the starting pitching.  The consensus on the first series seems to be that the offense is looking good, but if the pitching cannot play well enough to support the offense, Yankee fans could be in for a long season.

Setonian staff writer Brandon Biskobing wrote this blog post. He can be reached at:

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The cell phone effect

In recent years it has been increasingly difficult to find anyone who doesn’t own a cell phone. Breaking it down even further, finding somebody who owns a cell phone without internet access is becoming just as anomalous.

The Blackberry, the iPhone, and the Droid are just three of the seemingly endless number of cellular phones being paraded about the United States, a country which contains about 250 million cell phone users according to EnviroSmart, a company known for recycling used cell phones.

Cell phones have unending use in today’s busier than normal society. However are they being used too much?

Certainly there are those who will look into every scientific possibility of cell phones being bad for our health. Many have speculated that cell phones emit abnormal amounts of radiation over time while others argue it is just generally rough on our eye sight. In this case I am talking more so about the social effects of using cell phones.

I remember the day I received my first cell phone in seventh grade at about age 13. I was just beginning to really go out with my friends on my own and having a cell phone was a useful way for my parents to keep track of me.

Today, according to an article in The Telegraph, the average age of a person receiving his or her first cell phone is now eight. In the same article it was noted that children as young as seven were doing extra chores in order to pay for ringtones.

If that is not scary enough, adults are becoming even more lost in the perpetual hypnosis of cell phones than children. I have lost count of the amount of stories that were wastes of my breath as my mom perused her Facebook instead of listening to me speak.

That is not to say my mother does not care about what I have to say, but it certainly is a testament to the allure of cell phones with internet browsing capabilities.

The dinner table, a once sacred temple of family bonding in the middle of the 20th century, is now little by little becoming obsolete as children and parents alike bond over the latest news on Facebook and Twitter while they dine (more often than not on take-out food).

And let us not forget the prominent addition of text messaging to our everyday life. Most people won’t even talk on the phone anymore, opting to send messages to avoid personal confrontation.

In an effort to keep messages short and concise, or perhaps because they are attempting to emulate an older sibling or a parent, younger cell phone users will often shorthand their words. ‘Brb’ and ‘K’ have quickly become standards in text messaging lexicon, but is it really helping the way we think it is or in the way we want it to?

Either way one thing is for certain: communication just simply is not the way it used to be.

While I understand the usefulness of cell phones and other kinds of communicating technology in our current society, I pose the question: are cell phones helping us communicate better or pushing us farther away from one another?

This blog post was written by staff write John Lopiano. He can be reached at:


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The view from the fifth floor

At 8:30 on the morning of a major biology exam, I jumped into my car, my coffee in hand. I was heading to my first biology exam of the semester – and I was a nervous wreck. I gave myself extra time that morning, concerned I might be late for it. It’s funny how an exam that’s a fifth of your overall grade causes you to become a “worry wart”.

At 8:45, I was on Route 15.

At 9:10, I was on Route 80.

At 9:15, everyone began slowing down.

At 9:20, I was officially in traffic trying to merge onto 280. An accident earlier that morning had caused everyone to move like molasses. But, I thought, I will get there on time. I will.

At 9:30, I was out of traffic, driving down 280. And, more importantly, I officially knew that I would just barely make it to my exam on time. To top it off, in the stop-and-go traffic, I had spilled my coffee; so I now had a small, but noticeable, stain on my white shirt. Great, I thought, just great. I’m late and everyone will think I’m a slob. I hope this isn’t an omen.

Finally, at 9:50, I was pulling into Seton Hall’s parking deck. Five floors of parking and the only open, quickly accessible spot I could find was on the fourth floor, very close to the fifth. (Don’t you hate when they close the top deck!?) I parked and scurried out of my car, dabbing my coffee stain as I went along. In my hurry toward the stairwell, I slid across the mini-ice rink that was the green and fell hard, my papers sliding across the ice with me. I picked up my papers swiftly and scrambled to my feet, desperate to get there on time.

Sighing at what I just knew would be a bad day, I stopped short. Stepping closer to the edge of the parking deck, I leaned against the concrete barrier, gazing at the sight before me. With the library on the left and the athletic center on the right, I couldn’t help but smile at the slight irony.

Driving in, I had been in such a rush and such a bad mood I hadn’t stopped to admire the simple things in life. I hadn’t noticed the snowy trees casting shadows on campus; nor had I noticed how beautiful the library looks. Smiling, I knew that my day would turn around. And, maybe, just maybe, I would ace that exam.

When I stepped out of the parking deck several minutes later, I had a bounce in my step, excited to take on the day. The beauty of SHU had turned my day around. (Well, the bounce could have also been attributed to the half jog I did to McNulty!)

When I left late that night, I glanced out for one last look at the campus. While it was too dark to photograph, the sight was too pretty to not illustrate. The moon was casting a glow on the library, sending shadows all over campus; the athletic center was still alive with light, open for anyone who desired exercise; and students were on the sidewalks, taking leisurely strolls in the night as their breath transformed into clouds.

Almost jealous that they didn’t have a commute home, I thought of my bedroom, my cat, my bathtub. There were perks to living at home and commuting…

Like the view from the fifth floor of the parking deck.

This blog post was written by Setonian staff writer Jessica Card. She can be reached at


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