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Charles Stone

Cdt. Charles Stone Log 0601.07

-=Cadet's Log=-

Stardate 0701.07

Starfleet Communications Network

Cadet Charles Stone

Student

Starfleet Academy

Cadets log first entry.

What a day this has been. I arrived at the Academy 20 minutes before I was scheduled to, just to take a look around. Very impressive to say the least.

All too soon I gathered with my fellow new recruits and went to requisition our Academy uniforms. I couldn't wait to put mine on, so I swung by the nearest head and changed in a toilet stall. Not my proudest moment to be sure, but I was soon able to top that little private embarrassment with a rather more public one.

I left the head carrying all my belongings with me and began looking for my quarters. Even if I wasn't fond of working out my uniform would be full just from the pride I felt wearing the famous Starfleet uniform. True, I don't have a single rank insignia, but I do have my comm badge gleaming from my chest. I bumped into several people and one tree from comm badge blindness, which cant be as rare as I have been lead to believe by both of the unfortunates I bumped into, the tree was rather more sympathetic or at least quite about the ordeal.

It was about this time as I entered a main hall filled with more people of more races than I knew existed just 3 hours before, that I topped my bathroom experience and comm badge blindness in my most embarrassing moment in my short Starfleet career.

All of a sudden my chest started vibrating and scared the heck out of me. I threw all my belongings into the air to allow my hands the full range of motion they would require to swat at my chest frantically. This was accompanied by the customary scream like a cat in water first impression that I'm sure we all wish to make.

Just that quickly my shirt that was only moments ago stuffed, suddenly felt three sizes too big. Sullenly I began to gather my belongings, although I couldn't find a hint or trace of my pride anywhere on the floor. A very nice blue (or maybe green, could have been purple too I guess?) girl of a race that I have no idea , but am determined to find out, stopped and lent me a hand picking up my stuff. I half expected her to have a sarcastic remark loaded in torpedo bay 1, but she only said in an oddly serious voice "First comm huh?"

Anyway, thats it for this log.

"Hey Mike you want to go hit the lounge?"

<nearly inaudible mumblings..presumably from Mike>

"What? Oh sure bring her along"

<more mutterings from 'Mike'>

"No, I'm not paying for you its your turn to buy."

<more insistent mutterings from 'Mike'>

"Ok ok, don't get all worked up about it Ill get the check."

<Computer voice>"If you would like to make a log, please hang up and try again. Message number 351"

"What? Oh crud, End Log!!!! End L"...

-=End Log=-

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Very funny! :0)

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