United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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only be fully appreciated by other members of the Class oj 1988. ENS X: Remember Friday noon personnel in- spections ever) week? Filet mignon? Bagels on Wednesdays and Sundays? W Y: Remember when the label on the peanut butter said Skippy instead of King Hall ? Remember the Spring Crack during second class year? (Wasn ' t long enough to be a Break.) W V. Remember when two strategically placed snow days (four weeks apart) enabled us to miss two EE tests? ENS Y: Remember when ritos with Mexican Meal . thev served Dor- ENS X: But that was a long time ago. And def- initely off the subject at hand. What were talking about? THE YEAR IN REVIEW...

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% which didn ' t seem like such a big deal until we were second class and had to take the bus. In fact, if we ' re talking long-term effects, Hurricane Glo- ria couldn ' t hold a candle to CAPT K. ' s infamous speech. SECOND CLASS YEAR Midn Y: The New and Improved Rules That Didn ' t Have To Be Apologized For began to rear their ugly heads second class summer. During the long, hot weeks of PROTRAMID, our evening liberty was curtailed so that we could participate in a mandatory study hour. Study hour? For NS300T? Midn X: Actually, study hour wasn ' t always en- forced. Exceptions were made whenever CAPT Shupp felt the urge to practice for the change-of- command ceremonies. Midn Y: During summer training, Group 10 blew holes in the theory that they can ' t fry us all. Other Groups who sat through the stressful lecture were sympathetic. Midn X: Later, the can ' t fry us all theory was to be further tested at the ' 86 Army-Navy game. Some of us wondered if, by the time they were through yanking people out of ranks, there would be anyone left to march on the field. Midn Y: It shouldn ' t have surprised us, though. The first semester of our second class year should have been warning enough of which way the tide was flowing. After all, we did spend a whole year of Saturday mornings attending widely appre- ciated SSIP lectures. Midn X: When we weren ' t attending mandatory lectures, we were in reg PE gear, getting our rooms inspe ction-ready. In Fourth Batt., to be extra-professional, mids field-tested a new no- sleeping-in-the-afternoon rule. That policy crashed like . . . like a midshipman in the af- ternoon. Midn Y: The administration decided that mids weren ' t responsible enough to ride bicycles, but if they would have let us ride bikes to Baltimore, we might have made it to the Notre Dame game in time for the kick-off. Midn X: It took almost as long to get to the Notre Dame game as it did to re-brick Stribling Walk. Midn Y: No, it didn ' t take thai long. By the time they finished re-bricking Stribling Walk, they were nearly done with whatever they were doing with Mahan Hall. Midn X: I don ' t know; that scaffolding was up there for an awfully long time. Midn Y: It was up there for almost as long as we ' ve been rambling along, trying unsuccessfully to stick to our topic. Midn X: Which was? Midn Y: The Year, in Review. Later, ENS X and ENS Y continued their ram- bling, feeling, as alumni, even more sentimental about The Institution. Their final words could 22 Class Hiv r £

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PLEBES! I-Day. — Name? — Joe Civilian. — You ' re in Golf Company, Twenty-First Pla- toon. Are you ready? — Yes, sir! — Go right through those doors. Right through those doors, new members of the Class of 1991 found six weeks of grueling reg- imentation. Just as a hundred and forty-two classes had done before, ' 91 underwent a dramatic meta- morphosis from civilian to midshipman — by way of Plebe Summer. Before the Swearing-in Ceremony, all seemed well — left-face, right-face, wear your cover two fingers from the bridge of your nose. Not too bad. But, alas, after a long hot day, the plebes said go odbye to Mom and Dad and hello to . . . Plebe Halt! Why aren ' t you chopping?! Chopping??? Get those knees up. Move, move, move!!! When the next day began, the rest of Plebe Summer blurred into pools of sweat and hours of yelling. PEP, sports lectures (aaah, ten- nis — in an air-conditioned room), drill, uniform races. Commandant ' s time, personal time (personal what?), validation tests, and SIP ' s (S — In Pants) . . . they were long, long weeks for the Class of 1991. 24 Plebe Si