Author Joe Carretta

So, the time of year comes again when we can look incredibly ridiculous and get away with it, ow ow ow! Halloween is great, and for whatever reason, college brings back the excitement that comes along with it from 15 years ago. Until becoming a student at Fairfield, I thought Halloween had permanently lost its charm in fourth grade when I was a safety patroller during the parade and the main door of Hillview Elementary School somehow closed on my finger.

In response to the article about Sharon Hoey and the 9/11 Memorial Scholarship, it angers me that I attend a university that regularly forgets its responsibility to students in the intangible ways. I refer to that "Jesuit spirit" they expect us to uphold, when clearly so many administrative officials do not.

To the Editor: "No student at Fairfield University was affected more by the Sept. 11 attacks than Sharon Hoey, '04. Patrick A. Hoey, Sharon's father and a Port Authority of New York employee, was killed that day." Those are some very bold statements; untrue, but bold.

In a time when more and more Americans are becoming disenchanted with the political system, The Mirror feels it is now more important than ever for students to take an active part in politics by voting in the upcoming elections this Tuesday.With so much being said about the current fisticuffs going on between FUSA and SBRA, we at The Mirror have to ask ourselves, what's the big deal? The SBRA probably should have realized a few people were going to balk at a $110 event, but then again, it seems like students who do decide to attend will reap the benefits of that extra cash.

With so much being said about the current fisticuffs going on between FUSA and SBRA, we at The Mirror have to ask ourselves, what's the big deal? The SBRA probably should have realized a few people were going to balk at a $110 event, but then again, it seems like students who do decide to attend will reap the benefits of that extra cash.

Picture this. 5:30 p.m. on a Thursday, the Halloween party was that night at my friend's house and I had no costume. Then it hit me. I went to CVS, bought a bottle and a box of depends. I took a white undershirt and wrote "Baby Gut" on it. I showed up at the party as a giant toddler, and went around to all the ladies asking, "are you my mommy?" Halloween is a time for fun and debauchery.