How is today my very last day at Cardinal Gibbons? I don’t know, but it is.
I remember when the Gibbons Globe was our tiny, eight-person class: Noe and Reagan, our talented editors; Mia, Michela,...
Well, we’re finally here. Four years passed just like that.
If you told the freshman girl that walked into Mrs. Herche’s room after school, exploring what newspaper club had to offer, she could...
As my time at Cardinal Gibbons High School comes to a close, and my graduation approaches, I am able to reflect on my experience here as a whole.
In the past, when I thought about graduating high school,...
I remember walking into school as a small, nervous freshman, barely aware of the building around me. I was scared to talk to people, scared to join clubs, and completely overwhelmed by how welcoming...
When I first stepped into Cardinal Gibbons during freshman welcome day in 2022 I was a small freshman scared of such a big school and thinking I would be here forever. Take it without no exaggeration that...
I have one week until I am no longer a student at Cardinal Gibbons High School, and three weeks until I graduate.
For so long, I waited for this moment with anticipation. I counted down the days,...
It is in the final months of winter, the dreary months of January and February, that the world seems at its darkest. That our lives, and by extension our faith, seem the most perfunctory. It is during...
The usually-bustling Short Journey Retreat Center was silent this weekend, but not empty. This weekend, I and other students came together to partake in a weekend of silent personal prayer – a silent...
Sometimes, the greatest peace can be found in the deepest silence.
A sense of stillness can be achieved in the midst of chaos.
And despite the constant shouts and yells ever present in society,...
Most days after school, I, along with my fellow peers, are itching to return home. This feeling is intensified on Friday afternoons, and even more so when it is the first Friday following a break.
On...
Let's be real, the first day of freshman year was intimidating.
A new school that’s significantly larger than your middle school.
Many mature faces, you wonder if they are too old to even be...
As a junior, signing up for a Holocaust Literature class seemed incredibly daunting. What would I learn? Would I cry? Was this class still relevant today?
As I look back as a senior, I realize Holocaust...
