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

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This is not a complete history of the Class of 2005. This is only but a remembrance of our Four Years by the Bay. There is no way to compile a complete history for our class, this history's purpose is to refresh the memories of all the times we had together and the things that affected our lives from June 29,2001 to lVlay 27, 2005. I hope this account can bring back some memories that have been forgotten. From the day we showed up to Annapolis and started our journey together, there was something special about the Class of 2005. We had the highest SAT scores in the history of the Naval Academy tsomething that would be bested by following classesj but there were other more intangible characteristics that made our class great. We can all remember I-day. The long winding line in front of Alumni Hall, filled with friends, families, girlfriends and boyfriends, that were all as anxious as we were. As we entered the glass doors into the air-conditioned beast, we knew we would never be the same. A table awaited us with detailers handing out name tags and giving us these instructions: Put one on. The first and last words out of your mouth become sir or ma'am. Follow the yellow line up the stairs to the next table. lVlemorize these Q E six digits? These six digits, your al- - 1 ' 4' pha code would come to define your life. We moved on and received everything from socks and underwear to whiteworks and Dixie cups. We soon realized that board shorts and flip- flops would be a thing of the past. r v-gf It rained on our l-day. lt not only rained, it stormed with thunder and lightning, only to clear up for the swearing in ceremony. We were greeted with a fly-over, our first of many at the Academy. We looked up surrepti- tiously unsure if we were supposedfallowed to look up at the passing jets. Vice Admiral Flyan, the Grand Ole Supe, welcomed us to the Naval Acad- emy. At the time, we did not how good we had it with him. After saying goodbye to all that we knew, we entered the world ofthe unknown...Plebe Sum- mer had officially started, or so we thought. The first few days were a kinder and gentler Plebe Summer than most of j us had anticipated filled with briefings and placement tests. But all good x things must come to an end, and sure enough, we awoke one morning to find totally new detailers yelling at us. Apparently, sometime between the T night before and that morning Plebe Summer kicked into high gear. j l l l Camp Tecumseh was over and the big bad detailers were out. PEP was not the only physical workout the Class of 2005 received. Every mistake, every unmotivated sock, every unknown rate was subject to physical punishment. While not usually pleasant, the physical pain associated with . mistakes soon helped you to remember not to do certain things. Of course there were times 1 l '7 I H l