Timothy Dwight

The fall winds are blowing into New Haven, and they bring with them a certain scent. It is the hint of things forgotten, the hint of things that are ever present, lingering beneath our consciousness. It is, perhaps, best described by the words of Verne, a drunk I met on the beach in Florida who said, "Smells like a fart that went out and got a make over." It's the smell of fear.

The dedication of our freshmen has been more compensation than a midget in a Corvette. Bryan "Get on your horse and" Galipeau '05 has been a stalwart contributor for football and soccer, and Brendan "In the clutch" Cohen '05 gets big points for coming out the day before a physics test. Even bigger points go out to Dave "Sure, I'm a physics major" Thompson '02 for convincing Brendan to skip the studying. The excellent gamesmanship of people like James "Do you want the ball?" Stevens '03 and Jeremy "Watch your hands" Merkelson '04 has been an inspiration. Of course, who could forget the TD women, like Leah "Zamboni" Zimmerman '02 and Patricia "Steamroller" Stringel '03? When all of these lions come at you like an avalanche, I'd suggest getting out of the way.

It's like my grandfather always told me: "Pork tastes sweeter when you roast the hog yourself." (Compiled by someone who's only comfortable in the South).

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