Monday, July 21s, 2008. Angel.
After the shipping law examinations, the port authority held a pleasant graduation banquet. Strangely, my suggestion to drink ourselves blind and then sneak with energetic vulgarity into the harbour hoodlums for some heavy whoring was met with expressions of censure. This seemed a complete non sequitur to me. Evidently, I am the only graduate who is a sailor at heart, and I am certain that shipowners will duly appreciate it in time.
As too much study was beginning to sap my paddling anima, I threw myself happily into a weekend of indulgent paddling. I started trying the angel roll. There was little of smooth, swaying serenity. The general impression was of mild ineptitude as I understood when the uninitiated audience of bathers began shepherding off their women and children away from me, but it is already there. I shall give myself all of August to make it.
It is worthy: Here, you perform angel and hand rolls, and you are a refrigerator magnet.













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