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Sunday, March 31, 2002
What a great weekend it was. Sharon served as a most excellent host and tour guide, and it was great to see both her and Laura again. We stayed up late partying down and got around to several different events and venues. Points of interest included: Wizards game Friday, Arlington Cemetery and Blair Mansion Mystery Dinner Theater Saturday. Sadly, the trip ended all too quickly Sunday morning as I had to return to school and work and an ArchApp presentation and stuctures projects.
Thursday, March 28, 2002
The week came to a close yesterday, but it seemed to last all the way through today. Plenty of work and too much more to do, but instead I am going to DC for a weekend with friends. Such times...these are the days we will remember. Like Megan says, someday we'll want them back.
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Tonight was a junior-senior game like never before. We took it to them to the tune of 7-2. Then after the game the teams lined up, NHL-playoff style, and shook hands. Sometimes I think people really understand the goodness of sport. Today was a sunny and warm day - it was also our last day of classes for the week, signalling plenty of thesis and a trip to DC are coming in the days ahead.
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Somehow blogs slide in priority as I grow older. It's been a couple of days and I honestly can't say that I am too sure that I missed it. Today's volleyball championship tournament lacked the enthusiasm of the NCAA basketball tournament, but it was still fun. We didn't win, but we played fairly well and started next year's fire with a couple of underclasspeople picking up some serious PT. Other than that the day is nearly a complete waste, with very little actual work getting done.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Not sure what to make of this, another dreary day. Like Bruce Cockburn I'm left wondering where the lions are - what happened to the security I once new? Gone are the days of coasting, of doing what is simple and straightforward. These are the days when Maynard Ferguson cannot play "Hey Jude" for long enough. I think even Jude would have looked up and smiled when cookies came at lunch, as I did. Emotions swirl like so many colors of paint in a pail; make the rain just go away.
Monday, March 18, 2002
Today we zoom zoomed to Connecticut for the Connecticut Maritime Association Conference. It was an interesting mix of doom and gloom from market analysts and a bunch of rowdy shipping types enjoying an open bar. Also had an interesting lecture this morning prior to our departure about the state of the aviation eucation business, which draws many parallels to our profession. All in all it was a day that was bounded by new topics for discussion - surely a sign that graduation is lurking nearby.
Saturday, March 16, 2002
Volleyball is one of those sports where the plateau doesn't necessarily come at the top. In basketball, I kept improving every game. In track, the meets are conditioning. In volleyball, you get to a point where it takes months to get any better. We had a double-header today, but couldn't manage more than 17 points in any of our six games. Other events included a moderate amount of thesis work, some random homework, and eating too much as usual. Good times tonight as we host the welcome back party and this afternoon since Michigan prevailed over Ohio State in hockey.
Winston Churchill would have correctly called it our finest hour: never, I say never, has so much beer been consumed by the few for the benefit of the many. The 15 members of Team 02 soundly walloped the anti-tools of 2001 on Thursday, then headed to the circus. Being hyprocritical has to be kind of akward in this situation...who's the tool now, dayo19 (et al)?
Monday, March 11, 2002
Volleyball brings out the best and worst in yours truly. Somehow there is just not enough continuous excitement to get me up and over the hump and into the level of pure adrenaline that makes sports a blast. Having a coed team is good clean fun, but it just isn't all there. Tonight's Marine Transportation assignment was fun...got to say what I think and show that I have been reading the journal every day. Perhaps tomorrow there will be a break for us. NAH!
Friday, March 08, 2002
As a fun week with Kari, Jason, and Christi wound down this morning as the rest of Webb spooled up for the ski trip. The week was outstanding, with many stories and plenty of catching up. Christi was even able to see my home debut as a participating member of the volleyball team. Anthony, Christi, and I stayed up too late laughing and carrying on and on, which only added to the fun. Now, though, I am looking forward to a five hour bus ride and the nap that will surely pass the time.
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
A melancholy day as I sat around school while Kari, Jason, and Christi explored the city. Classes are shaping up to be pretty interesting, though, and I am truly excited about the architectural appreciation elective. Tonight is our first V-ball match, against SUNY Purchase. Seems a little soon to be having games, but I guess we'll take them as they come.
Sunday, March 03, 2002
A long day at the malls in Hicksville, shopping around and buying a George Foreman grill for our room. Met all sorts of wacky Long Islanders on the way - a man who got kicked out of the IHOP but refused to leave even when his two young children started pleading with him to go somewhere where they would get food. Incredible. Then, watched a tricked out Civic rattle down the Best Buy parking lot and set off a couple of car alarms with its thumping bass. Mayhem on the isle, I tell you what. It was good to get back to Webb and not have to deal with that sort of thing anymore.
Saturday, March 02, 2002
Sad times at RRHS this week remind us to travel safely. My trip back, via the Cross Sound Ferry, was safer than it could have been, but driving on the LIE hardly qualifies as a secure way to get around. It's strange how news from afar can hit so hard.

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