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Thursday, April 11, 2002
 
"Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing, Baby"

After a nap I am feeling **refreshed** and happily working completely alone in the basement at Sunderland, no that's not an invitation to distract me, just stating a simple fact.

We just had our debate elections, rendered especially easy because no one challenged the slate. The Big S is officially done as el presidente. Thus Yoshi (upon his return) will assume the imperial presidency, Jeremy will assist him with that, Dan will continue to do a bang up job as secretary and I assume Jo will be treasurer, but since she didn't show up, we didn't want to formally give her a position unless she was there to accept. I get to be captain which is basically the respected and moral leader of our fair society, it's nice to be an elder and properly addressed as one. I've always had this fascination / admiration for tradition and I think that the Midd Debate Society is the one organization I have ever been affiliated with to value the lofty practices of discourse, comradeship, and a healthy dose of determining our own history and moral codes through an active oral storytelling tradition. I have watched several classes of fine debaters graduate and move onto better things, but around here or in the car rides to and from tournaments, they have become heroes without rival. I wonder which (of my millions) of debate stories will be handed down to future generations of Midd debaters who will forever wonder about what it was like "back then..." (perhaps I flatter myself) It's the closest thing I've ever belonged to resembling the old boys club and I am giddy with excitement because the finest circle of old boys is finally returning to sit in leather easy chairs and smoke cubans.

Just a fleeting thought today - I can't conceive of myself as being a viable adult and not a Middlebury College student. That's going to be one hell of a transition and I think I am going to go through withdrawl for a while. Don't get me wrong, I've had my time here and I;ve had all that one desires from their college days... but man, I just have a feeling I am going to be dissappointed with everything after this, it won't be as full, wonderful, and purely satisfying in a purely selfish way.

Song of the day is a tie between the relatively new Brendan Benson "Metarie" & an old favorite "Working Class Hero" (John Lennon) but a remade version performed by Richie Havens. He does a mean "Let it Be" too, but I'll have to get my sister's opinion as we seem to disagree on the best way to perform that song.