Fencing and Homework

Sunday, 2 February 2003

what a damn long week­end that was. i was 2 – 0 to­day and my aunt and un­cle got to see me win one of those bouts. it was a long trip for them for only a cou­ple of min­utes of fenc­ing but i’m glad they came. they also gave me a gift cer­tifi­cate to the best pan­cake house ever. bibler’s. tonight there is a team din­ner at Bruno’s pizze­ria. that will also be very good. but un­til that time rolls around i’ve two po­ems to write, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest to read, the pref­ace to Paradise Lost (the Satan part) to read and a re­sponse pa­per to write re­gard­ing sigfried kracauer’s film the­o­ries.

so i’m outta here.

End of the Year Banquet

Wednesday, 1 May 2002


the ban­quet clos­ing out the year for the fenc­ing team was full of good­byes, many se­niors and our head coach will not be re­turn­ing to the gym next year. a year from now i will be in the same po­si­tion, stand­ing up to give my farewell speech in front of the team that has been the only truly great thing that i have ex­pe­ri­enced while be­ing here. Notre Dame might be full of hypocrisy, but at least in the fenc­ing gym i can feel the pride and ca­ma­raderie that is sup­posed to be felt every­where. i’m go­ing to miss these guys. the awards pre­sented were given to the ex­act right peo­ple as al­ways, and the gifts given to yves our coach were very nice. in a side note, i had this ex­quis­ite dessert called ‘spi­moni’ (sp?) and i think the wait­ress was hit­ting on me.


then we went to mccormick’s (the ‘INT’ stand for ‘in­te­rior,’ mother) and drank with the se­niors, played some pool, and ba­si­cally had a last good time to­gether as a the 2k1-2k2 ND fenc­ing team. we’ve got some damn at­trac­tive girls on the team, and some mean pool play­ers as well. watch­ing game af­ter game and rack af­ter rack (not bo­soms, per­verts) through the smoky room i am con­stantly im­pressed with how much i suck at pool. i had my stan­dard V&T (vodka and tonic) and en­joyed the evening.