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Charles W. McCormick
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My Semester in 300 Words
There are times in the course of a young editor-at-large’s life he is tasked by the Arts Board to pen a vanity piece for its year-end publishings. He may be burnt out from thesising with nary a Celsisus in reach, or busy frequenting Western Front to study for his pharmacology final. He may, despite having risen to the occasion before, find himself presently lacking in the idea department.
Master of Two Worlds
When Nicholas C. Ige ’25 and Kevin Fischetto ’26 first approached me in the fall, I was immediately drawn to their project for this reason. They offered a solution to my dark days and responses to my endless volley of questions.
The Road Back
As we splashed about, serenaded by the bleats of mountain goats and kissed by the high-altitude breeze, I could not have felt a purer bliss in the entire world.
Death and Rebirth
“I didn’t feel like I was in my body,” Nicholas C. Ige ’25 recalled from the summit push.
Nick pausing at a viewpoint along the Main Range loop in Australia’s Snowy Mountains.
Nick pausing at a viewpoint along the Main Range loop in Australia’s Snowy Mountains.
Nick driving the beloved Suzuki from Sydney to Thredbo.
Nick driving the beloved Suzuki from Sydney to Thredbo.
The full moon over the Pacific Ocean on Australia’s Sapphire Coast.
The full moon over the Pacific Ocean on Australia’s Sapphire Coast.
Nick on a beach in Merimbula, a small town on Australia’s Sapphire Coast.
Nick on a beach in Merimbula, a small town on Australia’s Sapphire Coast.
Crossing the Threshold
Wednesday nights at the Bondi Beach Backpackers hostel in Sydney, Australia, tend to be a little slow. Nicholas C. Ige ’25 and I opted to spend the warm evening outside, lounging in the courtyard alongside other guests similarly worn out from a full day of surfing.