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Here’s What I Can Remember

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Chang Photo (10/25) My plan to write a small section for each week of the month totally flew out the window and now I’m trying to make sense of the month of October…

 

The weekend that stands out the most is definitely Homecoming. Admiral Zukunft came for the game and had a personal meeting with the Class of 2018 to hear our sea stories. It was pretty cool, exchanging sea stories with the Commandant on a Saturday morning. And while it was a bit nerve-racking to speak in front of the Commandant, it was even cooler to hear what my shipmates had done over the summer. As a whole, we’ve done everything from migrant interdiction in the Atlantic to translating in the Pacific.

 

The next day, the Bears boxing team entered the realm of the West Point Black Knights for their home show. It was my first fight, and while it was unnerving to box in unknown territory we all did great. As a team we had three wins; two ending in TKOs and one by unanimous decision. It was a good way to see where we stood and, with a little more practice, we’ll be at Nationals in no time.

 

(10/29) Halloween can be pretty scary, but what’s even more terrifying is my midterm grade. I’ve always been about average in academics, able to maintain a steady grade with moderate studying. Third-class year is when you get a taste of major-specific classes. I’d thought, “Well, I’m a decent writer. This oughta be a breeze! I’m gonna get so much sleep!” Man, I was wrong. Now, I find myself going to teachers for one-on-one time even more often than I did last year. I’ve re-written one of my papers at least four times this past week. I fell asleep at breakfast. But don’t let this horror story faze you. Just because you’re an upper-class doesn’t mean you stop needing help and it’s perfectly fine to ask for it. On the bright side, I’ve gotten to know my teachers and can see my writing style changing for the better. As for that breakfast, well, at least I was able to get some coffee later.

 

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