50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 27 Not every company had women in those early years. That made rooming complicated in ways nobody had planned for. Civilian colleges let you vet a roommate before you move in. We got assigned three to a room, and if the conflict turned irreconcilable, the fix wasn’t a room change. It was a company change. That’s how much weight a roommate carried. They weren’t just the people you…
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Running Past It
Published June 22, 2026
50 Stories for 50 Years of Women at USNA — Post 24 I grew up at the Naval Academy. Not as a midshipman. As a kid. My father was in the Navy, and on Sunday afternoons, the obstacle course at Hospital Point was a playground. The rope wall. The big wooden structures. My friends and I would swing, hang, and run through them for the pure fun of it. I should have known better than…
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Published June 1, 2026
50 Posts for 50 Years of USNA — Post 22 My roommate and I were not leaders. At least not officially. In my senior year at the Naval Academy, we were ranked dead last in our peer group for leadership positions. She was second to last. I was last. We had both endured our share of come-arounds as plebes, and neither of us was particularly motivated to inflict on others what we had resented receiving.…
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Published May 23, 2026
50 Posts for 50 Years · Post 21 · Memorial Day 2026 On our induction day in the summer of 1977, the speaker on the podium delivered the standard warning to the assembled plebes: “Look to your left.“ Look to your right. One of you will not be here at your commissioning. For the roughly 90 women who entered that day, scattered among a class of 1,000, the math proved almost exactly right. About a third…
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Published May 18, 2026
50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 20 On come-arounds, collapsing mid-song, and what happens when development and punishment share a room. Tucked inside the little book every plebe carried everywhere, Reef Points, our pocket-sized bible of professional knowledge, were the things we were expected to know cold. Ship terminology. Naval history. The chain of command. Customs and courtesies. Rates. You were tested on all of it. Formally, in class. Informally, in the passageway, where any…
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Published May 11, 2026
50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 19 On hospital corners, room inspections, and the note that stopped my heart — then filled it. Before I was anything else at the US Naval Academy, I was a steward of a small rectangle of space, my room. The room inspection chit taught me things I never would have thought to wonder about. How to make a bed with hospital corners. How to stow your gear left…
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