United States Merchant Marine Academy - Midships Yearbook (Kings Point, NY)

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mfWPW Clockwise from top right: -Neried at night -Modern container terminal -No Quarter decorated for the occasion All through the life of plebedom we trudged, with our day-to-day chores making each minute seem an eternity. ’’Shine your shoes ’, ’’clean the head”, ’’set the reg table”, and ’’you’re on!”echoed inside our minds as we sat in ”Z wood’s class after ”Z”-burgers with our heads bobbing to Hamlet. During indoc we felt like persecuted POW’s, sub- jected to the bellowing commands of our pushers and the iron hands of our midshipmen officers, being constantly haunted by a stench of that similar to leprosy. Two weeks later, we laughed it all off. And why we ask ourselves? ”To become some of the nation’s foremost leaders in the mari- time industry,” the shadows in the White House reply. And on we trudge to third class year when we learn the ways of the sea and of the ways around the regimental system. Second class year breeds the search for gold via flames which claim the lives of the unsuspecting plebe class. Yet through the entirety of our first three years at Kings Point, we live by the words ”2.0 and go” and try to make our way through the demanding academics, whether the pony hits or not!

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tomorrow on every shore. And finally we see the glimmer of light at the end of the long, dark tunnel! We enter our first class year to meet the other half of our class and party away the last 300 nights together. But, at least for a while, par- ty it’s not! Academics at- tack pretty hard for the first two quarters and third quarter is spent juggling be- tween looking for a job and preparing for license ex- ams. Then once the bell has been rung and the Coast Guard has decided us quali- fied, we enter the life of getting by and eternal par- tying until that glorious day approaches-June 17th. 13