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Obviously, this is not an Ultimate shirt, but since the photos feature an Ultimate Championship Medal, I decided to show the photos and include this one in the Ultimate category. This may be the first shirt in my Ultimate category that is not in some way an Ultimate shirt.
I featured Team Venom in T-shirt #60 in commemoration of our winning the MUSL league in 2007. Here are the pictures taken later that night with my Championship medal. I had switched into my Kalamazoo College shirt after the tournament and still had it on when I arrived home and wanted my picture taken.
As reported over the last few days, I am still in content light, hiatus mode. I have a smidgen more content to share about Kalamazoo College and then off I go to cobble together future blogs with more substance!
Toodles, Noodles.
Though there are eleven posts in my college category, I have only featured Kalamazoo College and a Kalamazoo College shirt once so far. I have at least four more shirts to feature and may own a couple more before this blog year is over.
I originally featured Kalamazoo College content as well as ruminations on identity in T-shirt #100. I delivered a great deal of Kalamazoo College content in that post. Surely, there is more to come.
This time of year as I counsel my WMU students through the completion of their semester, hammering them with academic rigor, though never as rigorous as what I went through at Kalamazoo College, I think of my own academic experiences, and sometimes I share these stories.
I tell my students that a college semester is like running a marathon. It's all about pacing, but it's a long, long distance, and if they do not pace well, they may have to speed up near the end.
I share about my first college research paper in my Introduction to Religion course, in which I investigated creation myths of different religions and discovered that if I built a paper from the inside out, starting in the middle, a thesis and an illustrative introduction would eventually come to me. I remember long hours in the Trowbridge Lounge with all my research and my electric typewriter.
With great pride, I share my long journey through Moby Dick. In the year of the studies of the great white whale, I stayed at school on Thanksgiving Day. I got up at 5 a.m. to read Moby Dick. Huddled in my single in Crissey, I read all day. I went to the President's Lounge for pizza, which is what the college served to those with nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. Sometime before that day, I read Moby Dick for two hours at the Rolling Stone concert at the Pontiac Silverdome. In the two hour stage reset between Carlos Santana and the Stones, I sat there an read while everyone else hooted and hollered and spilled beer all around me.
Then there was my 72-hour novel writing marathon, in which I slept very little, and wrote a 125-ish page postmodern novel called The Next Best Thing To Being There. I perfected the 45-minute power meditation nap to various Pink Floyd albums. I walked through the Burger King drive through at 1 a.m. because we had no car but were starving. I experimented, as did my girlfriend of the time, with Vivarin.
These are the academic experiences that stick out in my mind, the ones I cherish the most.
More stories to come. Stay Tuned.
COUNTDOWN TO THE END OF THE BLOG YEAR: 107 shirts remaining
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