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by Ryan Duncan and Kyle Ulman

On February 10, singing sensation Rebecca Black released her critically acclaimed new single, “Friday.” Coming from mere obscurity, this luscious teen idol has the looks and charm of a Taylor Swift, yet the ambition and sexiness of a Miley Cyrus. This new pop sensation has hit YouTube and iTunes by storm and is on the verge of global stardom.
Born on June 21, 1997 in Anaheim Hills, she struggled as a youth. Raised in the hills by a pack of Coyotes, she learned the way of the dog. Her normal diet consisted of small mammals that she ate whole as well as grasses and other shrubbery.
But at age ten, much to her dismay, she learned that she was not in fact a coyote. At age 11, she grew so different from her Coyote brethren, that she felt distanced and alone. This is when she claimed that she discovered her musical talents. When feeling alone, she would crawl up the tallest peak in the Anaheim Hills, and howl at the moon. On one of these solemn nights, musical producer Maurice Starr was feeding gazelle when he heard a voice as beautiful as that of the Sirens of the Aegean. He immediately signed her to a record twenty year, one billion-dollar contract.
From the point of her signing, it took Rebecca a mere two years to come up with the lyrical masterpiece of “Friday,” as well as its wonderfully aesthetic music video. The song begins with Rebecca howling, which seems to be a tribute to her coyote roots. Rebecca is then pictured springing out of bed and spewing lyrics so fast she makes Busta Ryhmes look like Barry Manilow. She proceeds to the bus stop where her friends happen to offer her a ride.
With this, Rebecca is confronted with the timeless question that only Socrates and Plato would attempt to answer: which seat should she take? Usually the most common solution would be to take the only available seat in the car, but Rebecca dares to explore other options. She decides to take the back seat, and in an obvious middle finger to authority, she stands erect. And if this isn’t enough of a perturbation, an obviously unlicensed ten-year-old is pictured driving the car with one hand.
In the next scene, Rebecca is shown rolling up to a huge house party, where she continues to howl her little heart out. This leads to the heart and soul of the song where Rebecca reminds us all that when it is Friday, the day before is Thursday and the next day is Saturday with Sunday following immediately after. This line of the song is especially appreciated because it shows the contrast of “Friday’s” artistic lyrics compared to the corporate idiocracy of today’s mainstream music.
The song culminates with a featured performance by the fifty-year-old Maurice “Show Me The Money” Starr as he races in his car to make it in time for Junior High house party. Overall, we believe Rebecca Black’s “Friday” was a huge success. With its timeless lyrics and rhythmic beat, “Friday” can easily be known as the song of our generation.
Nevertheless, the Music Moguls can not wait for her upcoming album, which is dropping in 2012.


by Nicole Stanton

Seniors, we’re nearly done. The Senior Sleepover, Senior Trip, Graduation – it’s all coming at us at full speed. The word “last” has been on all of our minds the past week. Last assembly, last Chadwick performance, last day of class, last test, last free period breakfast, last carpool and so on.
Some of the “lasts” are more welcomed than others. I am sure we all are looking forward to shedding the tremendous workload that has been on our shoulders the past four years. It seems as though Chadwick has forcefully exiled any and all “Senioritis” for the last week of school. We are reminded of how hard we have had to work to get where we are, and that the work is not over until we walk through those graduation gates.
Other “lasts” are much less welcome. Especially those “lasts” that are completely unique to our Chadwick experience. Those “lasts” we will never come by again are much more difficult to let pass. Never again will we sit in the amphitheater surrounded by the entire Chadwick student body, listening to the weekly announcements, including everything from Kapple Facts to Dr. B. giving away flowers. We will have few more opportunities to just sit with our friends on the lawn.
This is the last time we will go to a school where everyone knows us by name, and where our guard is down. We will never again attend a school that contains all of the Chadwick friends we have come to know and love.
Even though those “lasts” are somewhat heartbreaking, the fact that we are leaving has not seemed to hit us quite yet. The gravital finality of the situation as of yet seems unreal.
When the Class of 2010 had their Senior Sleepover, it seemed as if we were more upset than they were. I distinctly remember our grade, in particularly me, crying miserably while our favorite 2010’s comforted us, decked in their college sweatshirts. I now realize why that happened.
As juniors, watching the seniors leave, we only could comprehend an “end” when leaving Chadwick. We understood that they were done with high school and that idea was depressing to us. Now, however, we are in their position, and the finality is closing in. Yes, we have an end very near in sight, but we also have a beginning. One chapter is closing and another is starting right away.
While the knowledge of a new beginning may not be enough to console us entirely, it at least helps a bit. The excitement of a new school and new life has held back the tears and sadness for a long while. When we see each other in our college sweatshirts it will be nearly impossible to only think of the end. Although we are going our separate ways, we still are together in a sense. Yes, our destinations lie in dozens of different cities and states, but all of them are somewhat the same.
We have spent the last four years, some even more, together. In spending this much time with a class so small, we have all witnessed each other change and grow. We have seen the good and the bad, and everything in between. It is undeniable that we are entirely different from our freshman selves. While this change is mostly individual, we are also highly affected and molded by our friends, classmates, and teachers. Not in a negative way, but in a way that allows us to find the best parts of ourselves. We all have molded each other in some way and because of this, we all move on together. Physically we will no longer be present on the small campus that has become our second home, but we take a little bit of everyone along with us, towards whatever our next step may be.
This is the first significant end most of us have had in our lives. High school is over, we’re moving away from home, and we are starting our newly independent lives. This is a big one, but we will have many more “ends,” and even more “lasts” ahead of us. We must acknowledge and accept the end of every great thing, and give it what it deserves.
We can’t waste the last bit of time we have here focusing on the sadness of leaving. Instead, we can focus on the fact that we all are moving forward to an exciting beginning. As we say goodbye to Chadwick, we can find solace in the next step we take together.

by Jared Agnew, Matty Gallas and Blake Range

We listen to music just about everyday.  We hear some good songs and some bad songs, but very few great songs. So what makes a song a classic?  This week we decided to uncover the top 10 greatest songs of all time and find out.

1. Afternoon Delight by Starland Vocal Band
If you’ve ever heard this timeless classic, then you will agree that it deserves to be on our list. Whether you prefer the vocals of Will Ferrell in Anchorman, or those of the Glee cast, this song is a must-have in any iTunes library.
2. Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees
This song owes its fame, in part to Saturday Night Fever, but also to the fact it is one of the catchiest songs out there. Literally everyone has heard this song and danced along at least once. Whether you’re 7 or 70, this song is, and forever will be, one of the greatest of all time.
3. Numa Numa by Ozone
The only way we know this song is from the Youtube video, and if you don’t know what we’re talking about just search Numa Numa. This song is a necessity on our top ten due to its ability to captivate any listener. Seriously, this song is the paragon of stuck-in-head music.
4. I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry
This song is awesome, and it’s either because Katy Perry is a great singer and songwriter, or because she’s smokin’ hot and this music video supports that claim. Our senses say the latter, but the choice is up to you.
5. Thriller by Michael Jackson
He was and still is the King of Pop. His music is played everywhere by everyone.  Thriller, without a doubt, is his most iconic song and deserves to be revered as one of the greatest.
6. Hey Ya by OutKast
Hey Ya is one of the greatest lyrical masterpieces in the last 100 years. The song has everything from cooking advice, “lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor,” to photographic suggestions “shake it like a Polaroid picture.” Such a song is fixture in our a top ten and any party playlist.
7. Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira
As many of you may already know, Shakira has fantastic hips, and similar to Katy Perry, Shakira has an incredible music video.  Her looks alone could have gotten her onto our top ten. Don’t even pretend like you disagree.
8. Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival
This famous song seems to appear in almost every Vietnam related movie. The iconic image of a sleeveless, tan and young soldier seated on the edge of a helicopter in the baking sun comes to the mind whenever this song plays.
9. My Humps by Black Eyed Peas
This famous beat reminds us of the awkward moments at a Middle School dances when everyone danced in a circle of twenty people like complete idiots—its funny to look back on now. However, Middle-Schoolers were not the only ones dancing to this song. The majority of mainstream America was shaking their HUMPS!
10. Donk by Soulja Boy Tell’em
Austen Peterson and Nicole Hutchison forced us to put this song on the list simply “because its so catchy.” Upon further review, this song did not live up to the expectations garnered from Austen and Nicole’s optimism, and should never be listened to by anyone.

by Elyse Werksman

But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners’ saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I’m in need of some restraint
 -“Sympathy for the Devil,”
The Rolling Stones

The devil wore an officer’s badge and carried a gun. The story of corruption in the Manhattan Beach police department was as unexpected as it was disappointing. It started with a crash.
On Jan. 31, 2010 three Manhattan Beach police officers were involved in a car accident after drinking at Grunion’s bar in Manhattan Beach. Officers Eccles, Hatten and Thompson were off-duty at the time, and were probably drunk. They smashed the Corvette they were driving into another vehicle. They left the scene, and hid at a nearby Arco station, but not before a witness wrote down the license plate number of the car that fled the scene.
The officer who was called to the scene of the accident, Officer Goodrich, recognized the license plate of the car involved in the crash as belonging to a fellow officer. In his report on the crash, he decided not to mention the hit-and-run, which, in California, can be a felony.
A fifth officer, Officer Klatt, the watch commander at the time of the accident, did not report to the chief that there had been a hit-and-run involving his own officers, although he knew all about it.
In short, the Manhattan Beach police formed a club to protect their own. The fabled  “blue line” became a blue wall of secrecy and deceit.
If you or I were accused of a crime, we would get no such protection from the consequences of our actions. We would spend a night in jail to sober up, we’d have to appear in court to face criminal charges, and our driver’s license would be suspended for at least a year.
Instead, the officers who got drunk and smashed their car into another driver tried to avoid punishment. It took 14-months for the truth to come out, and for the police department to take action against these crooked cops. They were suspended, and are now facing termination and possible criminal prosecution.
One can only wonder how many police reports these five dirty cops fabricated during their careers, and how much other misconduct was overlooked before they were finally busted and brought to justice? In fact, we have good cause to wonder if a culture of corruption exists in the Manhattan Beach police department—were these five bad cops rogues, or was their behavior typical of a “we’re above the law” attitude that is prevalent in the Manhattan Beach police department. One can only hope that this was an isolated incident, and not par for the course.
It is especially troubling to think that those who are sworn to protect us often act as the predators. Some poor driver that night was hit by a Corvette driven by three drunken cops who fled the scene. Who does one turn to when the cops have become the crooks?
The officers now have the rights of any criminal defendant—they get due process, a right to counsel, and cannot be convicted of any crime without proof beyond a reasonable doubt. But, at the very first sign that they had done something wrong, they should have been thrown off the force. There must be a policy of zero tolerance for dishonesty by police officers who, because of their position in society, must be held to the highest standard of honorable and ethical behavior.
If a society cannot trust those sworn to protect it, then the very fabric of our society will unravel.
At Chadwick, we have an honor code because we want to ensure that every student will comport him or herself with the highest standard of ethical behavior. We trust that our classmates, students and friends will not cheat, steal from us, or break the rules of our school. The police officers who guard our safety must be held to no less of a standard.

It’s that time of the year again, and the holidays are back. For many it is a time of family and giving, but for us it’s a time for a lot of fun. As the season comes around again, we would like to talk about our favorite activities that correspond with the winter season. Whether we are making snowmen or drinking hot cocoa, wintertime is always a good time.
1. Stanton Calendar. Our personal favorite is the annual website Stanton Calendar. We get to take pictures and win prizes for it. We love to get in touch with our inner bro and show off how much fun we are having during this holiday season.
What more could any man ever want than to win an Xbox and have fun while trying to win it? We also guarantee a victory, because of course our competitive nature is taking over and we are in it to win it.
2. College Football Bowl Games. During the long winter break, you may ask, “Don’t you get bored sitting around all day?” This is false because we do not get bored. Every day during the winter break, there is a college football bowl game. We don’t care if it’s Southern Alaska Tech vs. Maryland Christian State. It’s still football, and we will still watch it. Also the National Championship game this year will be one for the ages. It will be a competition between how tight Oregon will look vs. how much Auburn can pay Cam Newton.
3. Alumni Coming Home. Throughout the start of the year, we must survive without hanging with the bros of the past. This is tough, because they were the ones who taught us to be the men we are today. During this winter season, they all come home for holidays, and it’s great to be reunited.
4. Advent Calendars. Waking up every morning to a new chocolate or present is a score. Every day in the month of December, you can anticipate the sweet taste of chocolate until the night befor e Christmas. This is basically like getting a new present everyday, which is awesome.
5. Christmas Attire. Looking classy is of primary importance to any true man. Whether it’s a red wool sweater with Santa on the front, or socks with reindeers all over them, warm and prestigious clothing during the winter season is legit. Nothing says “swagg” more than a nice red turtleneck.
6. Gingerbread Houses. As one of the most anticipated events on Stanton Calendar, we always get pumped up for our gingerbread house making. We make our gingerbread houses into palaces of gumdrops and candy canes, so our gingerbread men live like bosses. If we were in their shoes, we would want to be kings of the castle as well.
7. Mammoth. During the two-week break, some students will sit outside looking at the sky and hoping for snow that will never come. We like to take matters into our own hands, and drive to the snow. The closest mountain with quality snow is Mammoth, where we can get a feel for true winter living. It’s always great to hit the slopes and enjoy the winter wonderland.
8. Santa’s  Sleigh Comes to Manhattan Beach. Contrary to popular belief, sitting on Santa’s lap is one of the manliest things you can do. Not only do you get a candy cane, but also you get to show the ladies that you have a soft side, to compliment your massive biceps. A true man will sit on Santa’s lap with pride, to show other men “It’s okay to want a little lovin’ from Santa.”
So this holiday season, don’t forget to put up your Christmas lights, make gingerbread houses,  take a lot of pictures for Stanton Calendar, and spin your dreidel because holidays here mean lots of holiday cheer!
We would like to wish all of you a happy Christmahanukakwanza from the bros and the staff here on Man’s Manifesto.

The holiday season is arguably the best time of the year. There are certain things we forget the importance of in the humdrum of our normal activity. Christmastime is when all the good in life is dumped onto our to-do lists. We are reminded to focus on doing things like spending time with our family and taking a homework break to decorate cookies.
Unfortunately for the Chadwick student, this time of year also tends to be the busiest and most stressful. For the Chadwick senior, in addition to the normal workload, we have the daunting January 1 deadline on our horizon. All of this business has the potential to shift us out of the Christmas spirit. We may find ourselves not decorating our tree because we’re studying eighteen IDs for tomorrow’s history test. We may accidently miss out on making this year’s gingerbread house because we were toiling over a math problem.
Now, I don’t know how to exactly solve this dilemma. I am in the same boat as everyone else and have already found myself disregarding my own Christmas spirit because of homework. However, I have made myself a list. This is a bucket list of things to do to get into the Christmas spirit, and stay in the Christmas spirit for the rest of the season. In hopes of spreading the joy of Christmas to the rest of Chadwick, I have decided to share this list with you.
1. Participate in Stanton Calendar. I am a somewhat biased proponent of this activity, but it actually does achieve Christmas spirit. Forcing yourself to do one task a day makes sure you get a small dose of holiday joy no matter what. Even if you don’t really feel like going out in the cold and putting reindeer antlers on your car, just do it anyways.
2. Go Christmas caroling. Now, this task has a bit of potential awkwardness attached to it. It’s easy to say how fun Christmas caroling would be, but the idea of ringing someone’s doorbell and singing to them for a prolonged period of time reeks of discomfort. I encourage you to play the optimist here. If you get the right group of friends (preferably somewhat tone deficient), knock on the doors you know will be answered, and keep the event nice and short, a good time is guaranteed. If nothing else, this will initiate an incomparable Christmas mood granted only to those who are willing to make some sacrifices.
3. Take a stroll around your neighborhood to look at the lights. Christmas lights serve as a constant reminder to the time of year. So take a break from the desk life and enjoy the toil of your fellow neighbors.
4. Cuddle up with hot chocolate and watch a Christmas movie. Whether it be Elf, Polar Express, or The Grinch,  there are too many classic holiday films to count. Take advantage of the month of December when the themes of these fabulous films are most prevalent.
5. Take part in every family tradition. We tend to brush off family traditions as unimportant. The same ornaments are put on the tree every year, the art of cookie decorating has been perfected, and it’s no secret what Christmas album will be playing throughout the house. Even though these traditions have all become monotonous, what would the holidays be without them? Christmastime would be indistinct and melded into the normality of the other eleven months. Seniors especially, this could be the last time we participate in some of these traditions. Cherish them and don’t miss out on a single one.
6. Listen to Christmas music all day, every day. This one requires little to no effort. Put on those favorite Christmas tunes all day long. The goal is to have your mind become consumed with the joy of Christmas which requires constant brain stimulation to support the holiday season.
7. Celebrate Hanukkah. Celebrating a holiday other than Christmas seems a bit counter-intuitive when the ultimate goal here is Christmas spirit. However, try it out. Making a guest appearance to light the Menorah not only allows someone else to share their Hanukkah spirit with you, but it simultaneously elevates your own holiday mood.
8. Put some decorations up in your room. Decorations most likely never cross the threshold of your personal space. Break the norm this year, and put a little tree in your room or hang some tinsel from your shelves. This will be a constant reminder of the time of year.
9. Don’t pass up any holiday-time food. Living in Southern California, we don’t have the luxury of cold weather which allows the covering up of holiday bulge. It’s tempting to pass up that peppermint bark to watch the waistline. I’m here to say don’t say no to that glass of egg nog. It’s once a year, so just live it up.
10. Sit around the Roessler non-demonational-holiday-tree. We all have the privilege of one extra holiday tree in our lives. This one just happens to be giant and smells exactly what Christmas should smell like. Take that extra minute to admire its beauty. Appreciating this tree will ensure the Christmas spirit will reach you even during the school day.

Once Thanksgiving break came along, we needed a good old fashioned hearty American meal to kick off a week of shenanigans.
With the advice of Russell Paulson, an expert in all things American, we ended up at Smokin’ Joe’s Barbeque next to California Pizza Kitchen on Crenshaw, joined by old friends Adesh Jain, Jordan Agnew, Charlie Madden, and of course, the typical guido, Luigi Cervantes.
Although a BBQ place is not usual guido territory, Larry’s mouth was watering in anticipation of tasting the variety of warm sauces that Joey’s Smokin’ BBQ had to offer.
It was a brisk Tuesday morning.  As we walked into the restaurant, delectable aromas warmed our noses and hearts. The interior had been newly completed with a large space for many wooden tables, yet the contemporary style was accommodated perfectly with the comfortable luxuries of multiple flat screen televisions and rolls of paper towels on each table, thus combining business and pleasure like a party in an office.
We strolled through what seemed to be a never-ending array of wooden tables to the lovely cashier, and we looked up to a hauntingly inviting menu looming over us in temptation. Although normally guidos need to watch their figures in order to successfully creep on chicks, we felt a bit saucy and decided to indulge ourselves. Our eyes floated across the menu’s various options, and they landed upon the family meal for six, which hosted a plate of essentially everything on the menu. Unfortunately, we needed to pay up front, but since Ari was feeling rather chipper this fine morning, he decided to pay for the meal, to which Larry responded, “’Tis the season!”
The array of concoctions that came to our table was as amazingly extensive. Originally we only had a booth set up for the six of us, but fortunately Luigi pulled up another table for latecomers Jordan and Adesh. Having been to Joey’s before, he said to us, “You guys don’t even know. We’re gonna need reinforcements.”
The table could barely fit all the food that came out of the kitchen. From the first plate of ribs that came out, we knew we were in for a treat. After that came a plate of pulled pork doused in barbeque sauce, a whole chicken, one pound of brisket, BBQ beans, macs and cheese, and a slice of cornbread for each of us. Even with the enormous amount of food we ordered, the impeccable service got it all out less than ten minutes after our order.
The unanimous winners were the ribs and the chicken. Although the ribs may not have been as meaty as Jordan has previously eaten, he still appreciated the fact that they  fell right off the bone and that they had a nice smoke ring to show for their time spent in the smoker.
In Luigi’s past experiences, he had found smoked chicken to be dry, but Joey’s kept it moist and tender.  Larry was a sucker for the pulled pork, since he rarely gets to indulge in porcine products, especially during Hanukah. In fact, he claimed it was the best pulled pork he has ever had.
The ultimate loser in the meat department, however, was the brisket. Unfortunately Joe’s haughty advertisement of a super lean brisket on the menu led to a lack of fat, which in the end resulted in a lack of flavor and moisture. All the sides were appetizing, with the sweet cornbread standing above the rest, but the beans were too watery for our taste as well as the mac and cheese not being cheesy enough.
At the end of the meal, Jordan, who had been in Texas a week earlier, said, “This is better than any of the stuff I had out there.” Joe’s BBQ is even rated by Zagat. So if you don’t believe the guidos, trust Jordan and Tim Zagat, because Joey’s Smokin’ BBQ is a definite must go.

This past summer, millions of Americans showed a first time interest in the world’s most popular sport: soccer. We in the states have our own brand of football, an indication of soccer’s low popularity in the United States.
Until this past summer, our national interest in soccer ended after AYSO Soccer. Many saw the sport as the game of “Old Europe.” The MLS, Major League Soccer, and the NFL, National Football League, don’t even belong in the same room together.
However, this sentiment took a 180 degree turn. Americans sat on the edge of their seats as the US made an incredible run in the sport’s pinnacle event, the World Cup. At an impressive moment, the US tied their faceoff against England, possibly the world’s most soccer-ized nation. We cried along with American team members as we suffered a tragic loss to the Nigerian national team.
South Africa hosted this past World Cup and did so in noteworthy fashion. The world watched as the once apartheid ridden nation came together with a newfound sense of unity and pride.
FIFA, the Federation of International Football Association, meets every eight years and decides the next two locations of the World Cup. Brazil will host the 2014 World Cup, which makes sense: Brazil holds the record for most World Cups, and the event has never made it to the South American continent. FIFA delegates met in Zurich, Switzerland to decide the location of the 2018 and 2022 World Cup. The US, due to its newfound excitement over the game,  hoped to host the 2022 event.
Ultimately, Russia was chosen to host the 2018 games. The country may not be good at soccer, but at least it has a solid infrastructure and can be found on a map by kindergarteners. It’s too bad Russians would rather spend a Saturday afternoon with a bottle of vodka watching figure skating. One Russian hopeful was quoted saying “Maybe we’ll get better roads. I’d like that.”
You might be wondering why the world’s largest country is bad at soccer. Russia has a disconnect between those with knowledge and those with power. Russia’s command inefficiently allocates the resource of soccer ability.
However, Russia wasn’t the main shocker out of the Swiss FIFA meeting. Instead of choosing the US to host 2022 FIFA, the host will be…Qatar! We know what you’re thinking: that’s a country?
Qatar is roughly the size of Connecticut: the state that needs a line drawn to it on a U.S. map because the letters don’t fit inside. However, Connecticut has more residents than Qatar, with a population size around 1.5 million. FIFA chose Qatar with hopes of spreading the popularity of the game to less soccer-oriented nations. An admirable goal, except for the fact that Qatar is ranked 113th world.
The real reason for the choice is, of course, money. Oil-enriched Qatar has promised to build ten brand new air conditioned, solar powered and open air stadiums. Qatar will donate all of the stadiums, except one, to soccer loving, less fortunate nations.
As generous as this may be, is this really a message worth sending to the world—that a game based on equality of nations can be bought? Does skill at the sport not serve as a prerequisite to host the event? Could Chadwick host the Superbowl? We think not.

Ben and Harrison: World Smheries

This past week was the finale of the Major League Baseball season. It ended with a new champion and new runner up. The past couple of decades our ears have been filled with Yankee championships, and we had grown sick of it.

The Texas Rangers pulled through and defeated the defending National Championship Yankees in the American League Championship Series, while the San Francisco Giants defeated the Philadelphia Phillies in the NLCS.

Both the Phillies and the Yankees made it to the championship last year, so we were happy to see new teams make it to the World Series.

This World Series was very short and not very exciting due to the large difference is scoring between the two teams.   The Giants won in five games and won most of their games with ease. This easy win was due to the lack of offense by the Rangers, but also the amazing pitching by the Giants. Facing Tim Lincecum, Matt Cain, and Jonathan Sanchez, the Rangers were unable to score many runs.

We both enjoyed this World Series because it did not matter who won because both teams were underdogs. Both teams had not won in a very long time.

The Giants hadn’t won the World Series since 1962, and the Rangers had never won one in their team’s history.

It is always good to see a different team win other than the Yankees. Senior Larry Feygin had this to say about the Giants victory, “The Giants are really cool.Their colors remind me of Halloween, and it is my favorite holiday!”

The Bush family attended every Rangers home game, but it didn’t seem to help them win. George W. Bush is the former owner of the Texas Rangers; he held this position before running for the presidency. If the World Series ever came down to which team had the most Presidents in attendance at a home game, the Rangers would win.

We wish the Rangers much luck in their pursuit for number one.  Next year it is the Oakland Athletics’ turn to win, because of their high level of swagg. We have faith.

by Ari Kassardjian and Larry Feygin

After an exhausting win against L.A. Baptist in football and a long guido-filled night of debauchery, we found ourselves desperately in need of a hearty meal. After tossing around a few ideas, we decided on Uncle Bill’s Pancake House in Manhattan Beach on the corner of Highland and 13th Street, which neither of us had been to before. So with our remaining energy, we set out to Manhattan Beach along with Kevin Wang, Michael Kogan, Luigi Cervantes, and Cameron Longyear, the latter being a “Manhappenin’ Beach” local and expert.

Even though it was a Sunday, we still had to pump what seemed to be endless change into our parking meters for the very limited parking in Manhattan Beach. We stumbled across the street to finally reach Uncle Bill’s where two grinning hostesses greeted us. Anomalous to the notoriety of Uncle Bill’s for its dauntingly long wait time, our wait was only fifteen minutes long. Once our table was ready, the hostess called for Larry as if she had known him for years, representing the hospitability of this cozy restaurant in Manhattan Beach.

Because it was a Sunday morning, the entire inside of the restaurant was packed, forcing the guidos outside. As we walked through the inside of the restaurant, a typical Manhattan Beach atmosphere surrounded us. Street signs were strewn around the columns and walls holding up the abnormally low ceilings, which gave Uncle Bill’s a comfortable ambiance. Mothers and fathers with their children straight from their workouts sat around the wooden, quaint tables adding to the communal feel of Uncle Bill’s. Overall, the seating was rather limited; it’s admirable that Uncle Bill’s does not sacrifice its cozy atmosphere to expand and lose the community feeling.

With our eyes blurry and bodies heavy, we stepped outside and sat on the squeaky white chairs with our menus already in place. Although the air was rather brisk, our bodies were warmed by the breathtaking view of the fading marine layer over the seemingly endless Pacific Ocean. Our waitress arrived promptly while flaunting a shining Star of David on her necklace, which caused a giddy Larry to feel at home.

Once we became acclimated to our serendipitous surroundings, we feasted our eyes on the menus. The selection was as vast as the Tanzanian Serengeti, giving our empty stomachs plenty of edible wildlife and vegetation to consider. One could nearly be overwhelmed by the menu’s size, just as Kevin was overwhelmed by our hostess’s beauty. The menu included various egg combinations, including eggs any style with any of the following: chicken, ham, beef and turkey patties, corned beef, and steak pork chops. Even Mike Ditka and the hungry 1985 Chicago Bears would be satisfied by these combinations. Next, one can find an array of omelettes, which includes internationally inspired egg concoctions like the Istanbul, with Swiss cheese and turkey; the Greek, with feta and olives; and the Spanish, with lots of cheese and Spanish sauce.

The real draw here, however, is the sweet breakfast items. A restaurant with “Pancakes” in its name had to have great pancakes. Although Luigi was intrigued by the breakfast wraps, which he described as “grinteresting” due to their variety of lard-free tortillas, he decided to go with the chocolate chip pancakes. The chocolate reminded Cervantes of his younger days when he aspired to win Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. Cameron and Kevin both saw Luigi’s gustatory genius and decided that mimicry was their best bet, with Wang also adding an omelet to his meal. Michael was craving a sweet and savory combination and decided to order the bacon and cheddar cheese waffles. Larry and Ari decided to get strawberry and waffles and pancakes, respectively, with a side order of sausage and poached eggs for Laurence Marc. Other pancakes/waffles were available with pecans, blueberries, cinnamon raisin, banana nut and more.

The food was well worth the short wait. The waffles were of the thin and crispy category and were featherweights compared to the dense, hard-to-eat Belgian waffles Larry experienced during his twenty years in France. The strawberries added a natural sweetness to the Guidos’ waffles, making excessive amounts of syrup unnecessary.

Although it was Yom Kippur the night before, Kogan thought he was a good enough boy that morning, so he could satisfy his non-kosher craving for bacon and cheese waffles. He described the bacon flavor as being more pronounced than the cheese’s.  He again went against God’s will by indulging in the Uncle Bill’s smoky spiced sausage. The chocolate chip pancake trio was unanimous in their appreciation of the sweet and airy pancakes. The only negative was Larry’s poached egg, which he said was “subpar” since the eggs did not compare to those of his chickens.

After the bill came, our counted money mysteriously always ended up coming short, as usual. However, we finally mustered up enough to satisfy the bill, and we left through an array of hostesses bidding us farewell with our bellies full and our eyes heavy. Uncle Bill’s Pancake House truly represented the American Dream via a pancake paradise.

So, here we go again. Another year of school. We have some of the same: waking up before the sun, parking spot dramatics, homework up to our ears, assemblies that run late no matter what, and being reprimanded at our inability to pick up trash. Every year at Chadwick is marked by some monotony. With the expected, though, we all have learned to expect some new. We convince ourselves that older is better, and therefore a new year means new expectations.

In high school, each year is fairly monumental in its own right. We know it to be so, and therefore we formulate a template for what each year should hold.

As a freshman, you expect to stroll in on the first day and start one hundred percent fresh. If you’re brand new to a school, or even if classmates knew you before, freshman year is the time to reinvent yourself.

Sophomore year is the time to work that new personality. Anything that you didn’t have figured out as a freshman is dead and gone.

Junior year we imagine as the academic apex of high school. Eleventh grade is when you start drinking coffee to keep your eyes open and you have five tests a week, but it’s okay because you’re getting into your dream school.

Senior year, well, is viewed as the epitome of the high school experience. Stress is in store, of course, over the college process, but other than that it’s the time to ease out of youth and into adulthood.

This is a sort of template for what we expect from each year in high school. “Expect” is the key word.

High school is absolutely everything but a planar experience that fulfills all expectations. Each year we go in thinking that everything will change, and that our lives will be monumentally better by the time the year ends. Speaking for the lot of us, that never seems to happen. Freshman year you won’t become a new person. The braces will not magically vanish and best friends won’t stroll into your lap. As a sophomore you will not get the world figured out. Junior year you can work hard and pull all-nighters, but you may not see that effort marked in the letter on the top of your test. As a senior we hope to be carefree and independent, but sometimes childhood tries to hold us back.

I am sounding pessimistic, but that’s not the intent here. The reason we get disappointed is because we have expectations. The expectations we view as something to reach and strive for are what give us the ache in the pit of our stomach when they haven’t been realized.

Let’s scale down a bit. Say you really want to watch The Lion King. You get your friends completely hyped and make a night of it. You order takeout and talk about how you can’t wait to watch the movie. Then, naively, you all stroll into Blockbuster and the tale of a young cub is nowhere to be found. According to the man who seems to live behind the counter, a five-year-old just rented it. There you go: disappointment.

If that didn’t work for you, think about sports. You are playing a team that has been less than stellar in the past. The practice before game day, like the opponent, is less than stellar. You all goof off because there’s no doubt that you will “Hondo” them. Game day comes, the players who normally play left bench grace the court, and the opponent sits on you.

Expectations lead to disappointment every time. In either of these situations, if you didn’t think the movie would be there and if the team didn’t think it was a shoo-in, there would be a minimal let down. Yes, you’re bummed, but instead of getting pushed down a flight of stairs you just trip down the last two.

But then, if expectations let you down, what’s the answer? Do we just stop expecting satisfaction from life? I’m here to say no. What we do need to do though, is find the happy medium. If we erased all goals from our life, where would the drive come from? I say make goals that you can individually control. If you can meet the expectations yourself, no matter what, then the amount of letdown is entirely up to you.

As school gets up and running, don’t let yourself get disappointed. Don’t let other people control your happiness. Instead, go find The Lion King yourself. It’s out there and you know it is, but don’t count on someone else to find it for you.

by Jim Simmons and Hank Trumbull

Football has been the pasttime of bros around the nation since the beginning of time.  Some kids spent their childhood studying or playing at the park, but we spent our weekends glued to the television cheering on the players on our fantasy team. While other kids were at soccer practice, we were in the gym working on our bench press.

Many people might say that this is an untraditional childhood, but, we disagree, we were thinking past our childhoods and toward our manhoods. We were preparing for the greatest and most popular sport in the nation: High School Football.

Here at Chadwick our program is different from other schools. We don’t have lights, our band has four members, and the cross-country team has more participants. However, we fight through this adversity and manage to beat teams from schools twice our size. The program has come a long way, and we are taking time to reflect on our five favorite parts of the Chadwick Football experience.

5. Nicknames: On the last day of hell week every year, every freshman on the team receives a nickname. This is a special moment for all the freshmen, as they’ve been waiting all week to receive their stupid and spontaneous nicknames that will stick with them the rest of high school. These are some of our favorites: “Nala” the lover of Simba from Redondo, “Skipper” the hunter of dead fish, and “Jigglypuff,” the classic pokemon nickname. It’s also good to give names relating to man pecs, such as “Bombs” and “Shuga Bits.”

4. Field Swag: “The only thing better than beating a team is looking better than a team,” said Dylan Barbour. Throughout the past three years, Barbour has known to be a respected bench player with the newest armbands, visor, and back pad. “I feel like it is my obligation to get the team hydrated and stay healthy! However, having ‘swagg’ is my top priority,” Barbour said. With the football team’s newest facemasks and jerseys sponsored by Nike, it is safe to say that we can accomplish both our goals.

3. Girls Volleyball: Conveniently placed in the same season as Football, the girls volleyball team is a great companion to the football team. We love going to their games to cheer them on, and they return the favor by coming to ours. A favorite time in the year is the girls volleyball sleepover, when the boy’s football team makes a guest appearance. We watch movies, eat popcorn, and hear the great stories they tell about past team members.

2. Mickey D’s Wednesday: Every Wednesday during the season, the team takes a trip to Chudi’s McDonalds after practice. We relax, eat some quality food, and watch as Peter Mavredakis works on his game by talking to the girls in the restaurant.

1. Homecoming: Four weeks into the season is the greatest week of all: Homecoming Week. “A quarter of the way through the season is the perfect time for this week,” said Junior Matty Gallas. We get to participate in activities all week, meaning school becomes more fun. “My favorite activity is bobbing for apples because it is a quick activity that only takes 45 seconds to finish,” said senior Harrison Kidd. Along with bobbing for apples, tug of war is a school favorite because everyone is wearing school colors. The combination of all these festivities pumps up the football team for a game that the whole school attends.

Overall, football season is the best time of the year and takes our minds off the fact that summer has just ended. Go Dolphins!

Ask someone to name the most random sport he or she can think of. Chances are you will get polo, biathlon, or Slamball (a TNT Exclusive strain of basketball featuring trampolines). However, more often than not, the answer will be curling.

What is curling? Well on the surface, it is that strange Canadian pasttime we Americans enjoy poking fun at every four years when the Winter Olympics roll around. This claim could not stray further from the truth.

Curling is a regal sport, demanding the utmost precision and concentration of its athletes. The Scottish became the original participants to play the game around 1541.

Players originally slid rocks found in the Scottish hills. Today players use cylindrical granite slabs, appropriately dubbed “stones.” The stones are solid granite, weighing between thirty-eight and forty-four pounds.

So how is the infamous game actually played? Teams take turns sliding stones down a strip of ice called the “curling sheet” at a circular target in the center called the “house.” At the end of the round, points are awarded for stones closest to the house.

This sounds simple, but we are just getting started.

A curling team consists of four players. The four players rotate between the positions of thrower and sweeper. The thrower first throws the stone in the desired direction.

If you have ever watched curling you will remember two men frantically scrubbing the ice; these are the sweepers. The sweepers redirect the curling stone by smoothing the ice, thus making the stone slide smoothly along the originally rough ice.

The stone follows the path of least resistance. This allows players to avoid other stones or turn a corner if it becomes necessary in the game.

All this sums up to a game of constant strategy. Because players are allowed to strike other teams’ rocks, the game becomes quite complicated quickly. Shouting and chaos between players and smashing between stones provide for a riviting game.

The strategy and precision required in the game of curling has brought on its seemingly fitting nickname: Chess on Ice.

You might not know this, but curling fans run rampant all over the Chadwick campus. Leading the charge of these involved fans is resident scholar Laurence Marc Feygin.

“I was raised on Soviet curling,” said Feygin. “I cannot remember a time without the slabs in my life.” He actually makes a habit of curling on weekends when he is not too busy cooking up a storm!

Larry came loaded with one especially valuable piece of advice during our interview.

“Don’t knock it til’ you try it,” he knowledgably stated. “Many assume that just because curling seems excruciatingly boring on television, this means playing will prove equally as unfun. Curling is a thrilling game. I encourage everyone to try it. I want to be a professional curler when I grow up!”

More power to ya, Larry. We can’t wait to see you sliding down the curling sheet someday.

In the meantime, we hope you all head on down to your local curling house and start sweeping.