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The chicken man of Shaker Heights

Tom Parran ’13 discovers the joys of raising poultry in suburan neighborhood.

by Chris Koehler ’13

When most Saint Ignatius students get a craving for some scrambled eggs and bacon, they crack open the refrigerator and open a foam carton bought from the grocery store. When current junior Tom Parran gets this craving, he open up the chicken coop in his backyard, hoping that his chickens were kind enough to lay him some breakfast overnight.

That’s right. Tom Parran, who on the surface seems like a regular Ignatius student, raises chickens in his backyard. And he doesn’t live out in the open country—he lives in suburban Shaker Heights, just a twenty minute drive from downtown Cleveland.  According to Parran, it all started during the spring of 2011. He had read somewhere that it was legal to raise chickens in Shaker Heights, and he and his parents made an agreement that he would take care of them. “They thought I was crazy at first,” said the junior, “but as long as they wouldn’t be taking care of them they didn’t care.”
Before purchasing the chicks, Tom would have a lot of work to do to make his back yard able to accommodate the new members of the family. “My sister is an engineer. She designed the chicken coop.” After a trip to Home Depot and some good ol’ fashioned elbow grease, Parran had the coop ready for chicks after about a month’s worth of work.

Tom’s parents bought the chicks from a hatchery near Youngstown. As babies the five chickens were given names. Unfortunately, Tom’s Labrador puppies got into the chicken coop and killed one, so now four remain.  The chicks had names and a home, and all the Parrans expected in return were eggs. Tom says it took a while for them to begin laying eggs, and that they just started laying “about three weeks ago.” Now, Tom has a free breakfast whenever he’s craving an omelette or scrambled eggs. “[The eggs] actually have a very rich taste,” Tom claims. “They’re definitely better than any eggs I’ve ever gotten from the store.”

But would he ever consider eating his chickens? “They only lay for twenty months or so, so they won’t be of much use after that.” Parran added, “My brother and I are planning on having a Fourth of July party next summer. Barbecue chicken will be on the menu.”

Who would Joseph fist-bump?

by Scott King ’13

Saint Ignatius High School is filled with traditions passed on through the years. From the freshmen walk to the Mass of the Holy Spirit to Senior Smoke Day and everything in between, tradition is all around us. One particular tradition, although subtle, has been passed on year in and year out. After all, it’s not every day you can fist-bump Jesus’s dad.

In the entrance of our very own Schott Library, students such as Connor McCoy ’13, can be seen giving the statue of Joseph and Jesus the extremely chill fist-bump. In fact, it’s become almost as common as Mr. Vilinsky wearing a sweater. In this statue, Joseph stands with a fist just asking for the universally known fist-bump. This custom has been passed down not orally, but by example. Upperclassmen whom have picked it up from their older peers continue the practice today in sight of the observant freshmen.

How this ritual has come about still remains a mystery but one thing is certain, if Jesus is our bro, then Joseph is our cool uncle. That statement may sound too much like “lax” lingo but the truth can’t be denied: the saints are people who we, as Catholics, can relate to.  When I asked why he does this McCoy explained: “I give him the fist-bump because we’re chill. He’s always there for me, so we’re like bros and that’s what bros do. It’s like I’m giving the real Jesus a handshake.” Or a fist-bump, as it were. And, it’s his dad…or step-dad, actually.

So the next time you walk into the library, don’t just brush past Jesus and Joseph as if they weren’t there. Continue this subtle tradition of respect. After all, he’s the one offering the fist-bump.

Finding God in the D.R.

by Chuck Ritzler ’12

This summer, I spent two weeks in the Dominican Republic, living in solidarity with the poor and underprivileged of the island of Hispaniola. The days before I left felt like freshman year, all over again. The nerves, the jumpiness. But I was able to restrain myself from running in between classes this time. Questions started to race through my mind. What if I can’t understand them? What if they can’t understand me? What if I get malaria? But June 6th arrived quicker than I expected, and just like that, I was on a plane, nerves, jumpiness, and feelings of inadequacy about my Spanish speaking skills and all, headed for Puerta Plata. Never before in a two week period had I been tested so much, not even during final exam week.

One of the first activities we did in the Dominican Republic had the most profound effect on me. Like Joe, I discovered the true meaning of service and discipleship during our short stay in the Haitian Batey Dos. When we arrived at the schoolhouse, it had to have been no bigger than my bedroom, but at least forty Haitian schoolchildren were crammed into that tiny area. After performing a short juggling show, we split up for activities with the children. But before I could even sit down, I was rushed by a dozen Haitian schoolchildren, all yelling, “Damelo! Damelo!” (Which means “give me one!”). After handing out a juggling ball to as many schoolchildren as I could, one remained who asked to play with me. We began to play catch, when I decided to catch one on my neck. As soon as the ball landed behind my head I heard a burst of laughter. I raised my head, and the face that I saw has been burned in my memory to this very day. He jumped up and down excitedly, hands thrown high above his head in joy. His brilliant white smile shined brightly in contrast with his dark Haitian skin. He looked like I had just handed him the greatest Christmas present ever, but I had only caught a ball. In this small Haitian child’s face, I had seen the face of God.

I also saw the face of God during my ten day stay in the mountain village of Rancho de los Platanos. Getting there wasn’t easy. Paved roads gave way to a mere path of mismatched and discarded rocks. As the road wound its way up the mountain, the air thinned, and the vegetation got thicker. Looking down, I thought, “This isn’t even a road anymore.” But suddenly, houses appeared amongst the dense vegetation. Smaller than your garage, it would be generous to say that these houses are in “poor condition.” A few were lucky to be made out of concrete or cinder block, bout most were made of planks of wood, lashed together. Groups of men and women sat on the porches, chatting and laughing. As you walk by, everyone stops. They say hello and give you a hug. Others grab your hand and invite you in for a cup of coffee. They treat you like family, like the prodigal son, who was lost and then found. I had arrived at the happiest place on earth.

While living in Rancho de los Platanos, I lived with my mother, Innocencia, my sister, Yomarys, and my little brother, Manuel. I was welcomed into their home with open arms and unconditional love. Every morning, I was greeted with an “I love you” and a “God bless you”, and was given the same as I went to bed each night. My mom even secretly washed my clothes while I was working one day, even though I had explicitly told her not to. But nevertheless, when I arrived home that day, I found my clothes on my bed, folded and freshly washed. It was here, in my house, my house that was power by a car battery, my house that had only a single spigot of running water, my house where frogs, spiders, and cockroaches all gathered in a group effort to scare me, where I discovered the people of the Dominican Republic. It blew me away, that people who had so little materially, could give me so much. Their needs are so great, but there are so very few people who know or are willing to do something about it. It took me almost seventeen years, nine latrine holes, and one particularly nasty bout of diarrhea to finally hear God’s call, the same call He makes to all Christians, the call to service and discipleship.

Ora and Labora

By TYLER DELGADO ’15

In honor of Saint Ignatius High School’s 125th anniversary, we thought we’d find something in the school that most of the student body had seen, but never knew why it was there or what the purpose of it was.

If you have a class on the third floor of Loyola Hall, then you’ve probably seen the two small statues sitting in front of the front window reading “Labora” and “Ora.” Like most engravings you’ll find on campus, the words etched into the two statues are in Latin. Labora is translated from Latin as”

Ignatius tops area schools in National Merit honors

By ZACHARY WOZNAK ’12
Eye Managing Editor

The posters have become inescapable. All around the school, large, glossy signs celebrating Saint Ignatius High School’s 49 National Merit Scholars have taken up the coveted wall space usually reserved for pieces of printer paper advertising cornhole tournaments and Notre Dame tailgates.
Despite the high profile campaign, many members of the Ignatius community are still confused about what it means to be a National Merit Scholar.

This year’s program began last fall with the administration of the PSAT to the Class of 2012. While the students had been notified of their scores by early December, their status as scholars wasn’t released until this past September. Students from Saint Ignatius High School performed exceptionally: 20 seniors scored 214 points or higher (on a scale of 240 points) to be named Semifinalists. Twenty-nine more students scored between 202 and 213 to be named Commended Students. The 49 students honored were more than the number from all other area Catholic schools combined.

The next step for the semifinalists will be the final round in which they compete to be named one of approximately 15,000 National Merit Finalists. Students will not be notified until February of their finalist status, but if current standings are any indicator, the Wildcats should be met with continued success.

One for the thumb!

Wildcats make history with 5th state soccer title

Second half onslaught seals 4-2 win over Olentangy Liberty

By EDDIE DWYER
Special for The EYE
COLUMBUS, OHIO – As he huddled with his team in front of the scoreboard end of Crew Stadium, Saint Ignatius head coach Mike McLaughlin ’85 delivered a message that not only reflected on Friday night’s dramatic and record-setting victory, but touched on something

St. Ignatius forward Matt Foldesy, center, celebrates his goal during the Division I state championship soccer game Friday in Columbus. - (Gus Chan / PD)

the Wildcats can carry with them the rest of their lives.

\”Ten percent of life is what happens to you and 90 per- cent of life is how you handle what happens to you,”

Cross Country Division I State Runner-up

POSTED BY EDDIE DWYER

Saint Ignatius Coach Mike Gallagher ’71 saw it in 2009, when his Wildcats ran \”the perfect team race”

TWO TEAMS ON A ROLL. SAINT IGNATIUS AND COPLEY MEET IN A STATE SEMIFINAL MATCH AT NORDONIA

POSTED BY EDWARD HANNON PATRICK DWYER

Coach Mike McLaughlin’s defending state champions will face the Copley Indians Tuesday (tomorrow) in a Division I state semifinal at Nordonia. The starting time is 7 p.m.

Saint Ignatius (20-1) enters the semifinals on a 15-game winning streak. The Wildcats, who have won 43 of their past 44 games, are seeking their third state championship in four seasons and what would be a record fifth boys’ state title in Ohio soccer.

Under Coach McLaughlin, the ‘Cats have brought home state-championship trophies in 2004, 2005, 2008 and 2010. McLaughlin also guided his program to national titles in 2005 and 2010.

Saint Ignatius has won three consecutive games in Golden Goal overtime – a 1-0, double-overtime victory over St. Edward in the district finals, a 1-0 overtime triumph over Massillon Jackson in the regional semifinals and a 2-1 Golden Goal thriller over Mayfield in Saturday’s regional title game at Rocky River.

Copley (15-2-4) advanced to the final four by defeating Toledo St. John’s Jesuit, 3-2, in Saturday’s regional final at Bay. Counting ties, the Indians are unbeaten in 16 consecutive matches. Copley jumped out to a 3-0 lead against St. John’s. The Titans closed to 3-2 by halftime, but the Indians’ defense stood tall over the final 40 minutes.

Coach Dave Antal’s team played most of the match against St. John’s down a player because of a red card. Copley was the Class A-AA state runner-up in 1984 and the Division II state champion in 1994. Coach Antal was a member of that ’94 team.

Saint Ignatius has not lost to an Ohio team since the 1-0 shoot-out setback to Gahanna Lincoln in the 2009 big-school state championship game. En route to state and national championships last season, the Wildcats were 23-0 and their only loss this season came over Labor Day Weekend to Louisville (KY) St. Xavier, 2-0 on Wasmer Field.

The Circus Company: Then and Now

By: Nick Eaton ’13

The Circus Company is one of the few groups at St. Ignatius that is well-known outside of the school, but not by most of the students. Even http://www.plainpress.org/html/stories/2009-01/photos0109.htmthough it has existed for over twenty-five years, students at St. Ignatius usually haven’t a clue about what they do. In the simplest definition, the Circus Company is a group of students with an interest in magic, juggling, or other circus skills, that travel around the Cuyahoga county area performing professional juggling and magic shows. Some members find the club useful to perform and entertain people while others find it as a means of earning cash. But the history of the group is a unique one.

In 1985, students who were involved in the play \”Circus”

English Week Display

Books on display in the library celebrating this year’s English Week

by Patrick E. Gallagher ’04

I just wanted to take a moment to alert you of the books on display in the library celebrating this year’s English Week.  As a department we have compiled a list of books that have “changed our perspective” in some way.  The display is our way of communicating to the students a lifelong commitment to being “open to growth”.  For those of you who find it difficult to make it over to the library please find the attached book list and commentaries from members of the English department.

A Changed Perspective: A Sampling of Books that Made us Rethink the World

As teachers of the humanities, we are inherently lovers of art, ideas, and literature as a means of coming to an understanding of the world in which we live.  For thousands of years human beings have strived to ascertain a true understanding of our reality here  and beyond.  This sampling of texts from your teachers, colleagues, and friends in the English Department represents the books that made us reevaluate the ways in which we viewed the world.

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Washington: The Indispensable Man