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...deadlines or no, with or without color, there's not much more I could have asked for from FM than the ability to look back and be glad to have done what I did. And I am. And I can only hope my grand plans for the future fail so well. Because as much fun as I trust you've had reading FM this past year, I can assure you that ARC, AMD, JSP, AMSM and I have had that much more planning...
...care if somebody supposedly "sells out" and joins a consulting firm. I might end up doing it myself someday. Sometimes I wonder if, 10 years from now, I'll look back at my college days and laugh at how idealistic I was. I think if that does happen, I'd rather be sipping martinis in my townhouse than gulping malt liquor on the corner. Here's what's really wrong with me though: I'm an idealist without any ideals. I don't have a burning desire to be a writer, or a doctor, or any number of honorable pursuits...
...stand on the street and look through the ground floor windows of Quincy, you can see a wild thing and a little boy dancing to the moon. Last year, Dan B. Baer '00 sketched the first chalk lines of this "Where The Wild Things Are" Mural because "when we moved in to the suite, the word 'DEATH' was scrawled across the wall in gray paint." He painted in his chalk lines to cover the entire wall of Quincy B-11 with Max and a monster arching their backs to the sky. The book was Baer's childhood favorite...
...Bidding goodbye to my new Signet pals, I head home to change into proper party attire before the photographer arrives. At the Signet, I went for the simple jeans and T-shirt look, a choice that didn't help my cause. I opt for black "Sorority Girl" pants and a black tank top. Emerging newly clad from my room, I am informed by my roommates that my photographer this evening will not be FM Photography Editor Matthew R. Cordell as planned, but rather his friend, Tad Fallows. Hmmm. Tad arrives at 7:30, and my roommates deem...
...Look, go there, that's a party," our elevator-mate insists. We take his advice and exit the elevator...