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Archive for May, 2004

One week into reading period

Thursday, May 13th, 2004

After a year of ups and downs, the team photo is taken, for posterity.

From left:

top row: Greg Bybee, Adam Miller, Adam Estes, Dan Kettler, Mike Sabet, Mark Spong, Chris Gleysteen

2nd row: Linda Muri (coach), Brian Aldrich, Andrew Dranginis, Mansour Bankeira, Greg Van Lear, Dave Silvestri, Erik Schultink

3rd row (seated): Nick Downing, Chip Schellhorn, Marc Luff, Corey Johnson, Kevin Wecht

4th row (coxsawins, on ground): Mark Adomanis, me

2004 Harvard Freshman Lightweight Crew (13 May 2004)

It was bright and chilly today, sharp and quite beautiful. The cold made posing for the official crew photos a bracing experience, but the light was good for the cameras.

I handed in my final paper for Religion 1529 at 2.30pm today (“Best paper I’ve written this year,” I told my TF), after spending virtually every waking hour reading, writing and revising. By tomorrow BS50 will have ended as well, leaving me with just three more classes to deal with: ESPP10, which will cause a lot of pain next week, APM21b which will hurt a lot the week after, and French 48b, which seems quite hopeless, really.

It’s been a pretty good year. If I can just make it successfully to the end…

Classes are over, winter is gone

Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

It’s the Spring of 2004, a time of glorious sunshine and lush daffodils unexpectedly lining the banks of the Charles.  The seagulls and herons, geese and ducks, and many other birds are out in full force along the river, wading in the shallows, or paddling serenely amongst the flotilla of multicolored crew shells, sail boats, canoes and motor boats racing, floating and plying the glittering emerald waters.  The fashion this year favors very short skirts with little flounces, lace and ribbons, and the girls not tempting the roving eye in these precocious garments are in sundresses, with whimsical prints or floral patterns.  The Yard is filled with laughter and bicycles, lawn chairs and Frisbees as students, tourists and residents claim the place as their own park, a warm, serene refuge to write papers, read or simply snooze away the memory of a long winter.