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Contemplation and self-inspection have filled the days that work has been unable to, and as a result, I have retired to a sullen life of beer and darts. While these vices are not inherently loathsome, they begin to lose their study-break effect after tens of hours. But what is a person to do? In order to regain the carefree spirit that once filled me with the ability to moderate my beer and darts, I must expel the murky residue of February, since March is now here...
...tangible problems that are making February icky. Instead, I feel that a certain futility has overshadowed the repetitiveness of college life, even after only one semester here. Weeks elapse, and besides the reading selections, nothing changes very much. Weekday: class, Annenberg, darts, work, coffee, Annenberg, work, darts, sleep. Weekend: beer, darts...
...rain and dreariness have put clouds on blithe spirits, but maybe this is Mother Nature's way of telling us that perpetual peaches and cream is not healthy. February is gone, and as March comes in, it is full of the lion's emotion. Darts and beer lie ahead, but in moderation. An end is in sight; a cathartic 29 days have passed, and the storm is over...
...were tough and slovenly--and we studied Greek: Studs Lonigan with brains. We did three hours of homework a night and drank too much beer on weekends. We hitchhiked or rode the streetcar and bus to North Capitol and Eye streets, to a neighborhood called Swampoodle. Gonzaga was a proud but touchy school in a squalid neighborhood, with a whorehouse across the street (a source of some entertainment in Latin class, when we would translate Virgil and through the window covertly watch the women emerge to stretch and take the morning sun on their stoop...
...ANOTHER WARM EVENING ON ST. Kitts, and the customers gather at Fisherman's Wharf to drink Carib beer, eat lobster tails and listen to the pulsing beat of soca music. Outside, crickets chirp and waves murmur on the beach. The air is soft, the breeze sweet. It's hard to imagine a cozier, more peaceful spot to unwind from winter's onslaught, which explains why every year at this time thousands of sun-starved American and European tourists migrate to St. Kitts by plane and cruise ship. Most of them are unaware that the sleepy little isle also accommodates...