...which involved throwing single-wrapped slices of American cheese in the stands of USAFA games, very much in vogue while I was an exchange cadet. Although I doubt my b-ball playing roomie would have appreciated the creativity of your pizza!
Eating pizza is also far superior to grading writs, which was what I was doing during time outs at the last game I attended (two starters were former students, who had narrowly survived said writs). Mmmmm, pizza!
If I ever knew, then I must have forgotten that you spent an idle (an idealic?) semester at the AF Academy. It speaks to the strength of your character that you did not return to those granite hills of the Hudson a ruined cadet, worthless for marching and all other things that matter.
Ahhh--writ! Now there is a word I have not come across much of late. In fact, I thought I had successfully purged it from my memory, but now that you have reappeared it (I know I am taking considerable license with that usage of "reappeared"), it will be impossible for me to ascertain that. I will probably have numerous West Point test taking failures type nightmares in the coming weeks.
Oh, I wasn't idle. Far from it. It was a very interesting semester! You can get away with almost anything if you do it as a group, so the exchange cadets had a mighty good time.
I had writ failures nightmares when I went to my first D/PHYS function as a faculty spouse and found my Physics Ps had become Deputy Head and a Division Chief. They took one look at me and just started laughing. Not good!
It's never good when they take one look at you and start laughing! : )