So you want to know a little more about John...hmmmmm?

Let myself tell you a little bit about...myself. I was born and raised in Sunny, Scenic, Springfield Massachusetts on a cool autumn day. October 14, 1978, to be exact. I spent the next 18 years cavorting around, doing the grade school thing at Holy Name School in nearby Chicopee, then moving on (illegally) to Chicopee High School, where I excelled in every subject and was a star varsity athlete in seven sports. OK, that's not exactly true...I played football and baseball, and did well enough in my classes to move on to Boston University when the time was right. (About three months after graduation.)

It was there, in the absolutely great city of Boston that I achieved fame and fortune as the world's foremost expert on procrastination, debauchery, and tomfoolery. In other words, I more or less had a kick-ass time...most of the time. When I wasn't hanging around waiting for 4:20 to roll around, I majored in Astronomy and Geography ...I either had my head in the stars or was face down on the ground, I guess. I also met quite a few interesting people along the way...

I began my freshman year in September 1996 as an "Astronomy and Physics" major. This meant that I was going to take classes that were completely over my head. Nothing really exciting happened that year...OK, that's not true, but nothing exciting that's appropriate for a University website ;) I lived on South Campus in the wonderful former-brownstone-current-crappy-dorm of 48 Buswell, where a group of lonely, frightened, drunk freshmen bonded to form friendships that would last forever. OK, that's a load of crap...we really just got wasted a lot and didn't get out much, and ended up hating each other. But much fun was had, particularly when fellow retard Steve and myself were being really obnoxious. Around the end of this year I realized that the road I was taking was not leading me to the place I really wanted to go...astronomy, while fascinating, was not what I wanted to do after college. And physics, well, let's say that I was not prepared to put into physics what was required of me. I decided that perhaps I wanted to do something a little more relevant to everyday life. I had always been interested in weather, and after some research concluded that by switching to a dual major in Astronomy and Geography would be my best option to go to grad school for meteorology.

I spent the following summer in Boston sharing a three-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment with five other people...I can highly recommend to all of you that this is not good. At all. Ever. IF you ever are considering doing this, email me.When sophomore year came around, I started to work in the Energetic Particle Group for Professor Harlan Spence. I basically was the "data manager," downloading and processing data from the POLAR satellite. I continued to live at 48 Buswell Street on BU's lovely South Campus with a variety of lunatics even more whacked-out than myself. I won't even get into what went on, let's just say that during the second semester I decided that being anywhere but there was best for me, and fortunately this led to quite a bit of studying, and my GPA took a nice leap out of the low 2's. Fortunately, the end of that year came quickly and relatively painlessly, and fellow alcoholic astronomer Kevin France and myself decided to live at lovely 1066 Comm Ave for the summer while working full-time at our jobs at CSP.

That summer was a lot of fun, (if our dirty apartment-mates are forgotten. man, fruit-flies suck) as Kev and I had quite a few adventures annexing campsites, driving to New Hampshire looking for all-night liquor stores, drinking, going to Montreal, drinking more, and basically being slutty. I'll get some pictures up as soon as I can, for all your viewing pleasure....

Coming soon..."Junior year" or "How to kill brain cells"

To Be Continued...