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Monday, June 24, 2002
Just a little time away from the blog to graduate, pack, and visit with the fam, but now I'm back to it. It's strange how becoming an alum doesn't seem that exciting, since we have to say farewell to a time and place that has been so good to us. Now, though, it's off to the beach for a week of relaxing and fun.
Thursday, June 20, 2002
The jos of a reading day when you've nothing to read: the dentist, packing, more packing, getting signed out, packing, dinner at Prof. Hadler's, packing, and bed. My back is sore from skiing yesterday and packing today, and I doubt that tomorrow's frenzy of activity will help that, but it is my last weekday at Webb. Crazy.
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
My last day of undergraduate classes screamed in and out - 20 minutes of face time with Prof. Gallagher and graduation practice were the sum total of the day's events. Later on we went waterskiing, some ate lobster, and then a somewhat lackluster beach party rounded out the day. Tomorrow will be busy busy busy with too much packing needing to get done.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Graduation week is finally upon us, with food and fun and beer tents in the park. Monday evening I joined the Woofs for dinner at the Comptons' then retired to the beach where a gathering with Prof. Gallagher lasted well into the night. This evening I returned to the Comptons' for the senior farewell steak feed, followed by a belly-soothing two hour movie in the tank lounge with the ladies. The only blemish on today is that the boat was gone during one of the nicest waterskiing opportunities we've yet had.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
A very lazy Sunday in which I accomplished very little of what I set forth to. I spent a few hours cleaning my computer, which wasn't that much fun, and then made a trip to get ice cream with Karyn, which was, and watched a movie. At some point I'm going to have to be productive again, but today it just doesn't feel right.
Saturday, June 15, 2002
And now a good day. Sometimes hot sunny weather isn't what you want, and today was perfect. Cloudy and moderate, ideal for standing in line for Six Flags Great Adventure's rollercoasters, especially Medusa and Nitro. Fun times. Last night several of the class went honky-tonkin, which was great fun accentuated by a killer live cover band who played a great selection of well-done tunes.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Stress is now causing a loss of appetite. And I eat a whole lot. This is not good. Stupid thesis. Stupid readers. Five days too many, that is my feeling.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
A long day that got that way for no apparent reason. First props, then AA presentation, then two trips to town on errands, then props, then Binnacle page; it is really and truly always something here and I see no end in sight. However, the dull and boring work is tapering while the interesting stuff ramps up - a welcome shift from the norm.
Sunday, June 09, 2002
Four days away. First a shipyard tour in Philly Penn, then a day taking in the beaux arts architecture at the Naval Academy, and a pair of weekend days on the Great South Bay in East Quogue, The Hamptons. We were blessed with good weather and the friends that mean the most to us over the four days, but tonight is a cruel return to Webb and its false pretenses of greatness. If an institution can proclaim that its intimate size makes it great, shouldn't it be able to allow its students to bid themselves farewell?
Thursday, June 06, 2002
Wine 101: the fun and learning capital of Webb this evening. We took giant strides in becoming aficianados and met one of the coolest alums yet in Dr. Abbott Weiss. A truly Webbian experience and one that will be hard to repeat...it's hard to spread around enough accolades this evening. In other news, a full docket today including presentation of my NA 10 (Maritime Econ) paper on steel dumping and Great Lakes shipping and an AA lecture on Mies van der Rohe, the grandaddy of International style and skyscrapers. Hoowah! I love this stuff. Oh oh oh and top that off with steak as the bell tolled midnight - it was an unexpectedly good day.
Monday, June 03, 2002
It's tough to think of reasons that I'd rather be swamped with work and taking a midday study break than still out on the terrace, jumping around like a madman while the bands play into the night. If 5446 was MY number I'd be right on outta here, but instead props is my number and I am a slave to the grind. We're really gettin' short now as they say.

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