EI meaning Extra Instruction. Cadets having difficulty with a subject could sign up for Extra
Instruction in it and attend on their own time. The instructors were most gracious in providing it.
Over the years, EI changed to AI meaning Additional Instruction but the purpose of it remains the
same.
What with changes in the curriculum, computers, etc., many of the'traditions' described above
are no longer in vogue and that is not all bad. Cadets are still expected to be prepared to be graded
in each class and are graded more frequently than those in 'civilian' schools.
Terms for exams are also different at the Academy. Mid-term exams arecalled WPR's meaning
Written Partial Reviews. Final exams used to be called WGR's meaning Written General Reviews
but now are called TEE's meaning Term End Exams. Regardless of their names, they are very
daunting for all.
Another term for exams unique to West Point is WOPR referring to Oral Partial Reviews
conducted in Foreign Language classes to test conversational skills, pronunciations, and
vocabulary.
There were and still are some academic superstitions in effect which you can find under the
Topic below titled Statues and Superstitions.
One other very old humorous superstition, particularly among the goats,dealt with Juice
(Electricity) Labs where wires could become crossed, etc. Many wore their cadet overshoes to
these labs believing that they would be protected from any shocks that might ensue if mistakes
were made.
More Academic Traditions
It used to be a big deal (and to most, a big joke) to put off doing your Sosh paper until the night
before it was due, almost as a test of manhood. WKDT used to stay on all night long and monitor
the situation live, taking reports called in from all over the corps, usually things like, "The time is now
0130 hours. Joe Tentpeg just called to say he was on his way over to the Library to start his research.
He's going the long way, hoping the walk will inspire him to come up with a topic," or (and this is a
true one,although I don't remember the P's name), "Captain Whatever, in the Sosh department,
called to say he has a dozen topics for anyone who needs one. Call him at the following number . . .
" Which was really pretty cool, as it pointed out that the P's had a sense of humor, too.
My roommate firstie year was the station manager for WKDT. When the bignight came around,
even though he was not allowed to go there (limits had changed that year), he braved a slug to
perform the traditional vigil. I was already polishing up my final draft, and called to get the ball rolling,
but since Gary was alone in the studio, he had left the phone in the other room off the hook after
taking my call, and did not know it. He was utterly dismayed that nobody was calling him with their
status reports, after all he had risked in the line of duty. But the phone was just busy, and it never
occurred to him to do a commo check of his own. So he just kept repeating my report, long after
I was done and had gone to bed, until he finally gave up and closed the shop. Too bad; I'm sure
the show would have been a classic.
Another story I heard, and this falls into the category of Urban Legends, is of two roommates
who had bet each other fifty bucks that they would not be the first to start on their papers.
So they sat up all night, smoking cigarettes and shooting the bull, staring each other down and
trying to get the other one to start work. Finally, the sun came up and the minute callers started
doing their thing. One roommate reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a completed
Sosh paper that he had done the week before, handed a fifty-dollar bill to his roommate and
congratulated him on winning the bet. Talk about a louse!
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On a very raucous night at the Firstie Club a Gray Green night to be exact
a young club manager wandered in and fell prey to the corruptive force of
the B-2 Bulldogs of 1990 (a corruptive tie to this company would last for
the next 3 years). First Class Cadet Jake O'Connell said to the club
manager, whom the whole company befriended during beast (as they were the
first cadets ever to get to use the Officers' Club bar freely and without
having to buy a meal), "Johnny you can't be in here, it's for Officers and
Firsties, hence the name Gray Green Night. Feeling dejected and out of
place the naive club manager began to rise with every intention of leaving.
A hand grasped his shoulder and Cadet O'Connell said, "Where are you going, it
just means we have to make you an Officer." And so Capt. John T. Rock was born.
That June as the Class was about
to graduate there was an extremely large party held in the Officers' Club
Mule Bar. Capt. John T. Rock was about to be promoted by the class of '90 as
it's going away present. A traditional military ritual was performed, and brass oak leafs
(which I still have) were presented. After his rite of passage he was given the job
of OIC (Officer In Charge) of the Soc Run.The Soc run sprung from a notorious paper due every
semester by 1600 (not one second later) on a particular day near the end of
the term and is the bane of every cow and yearling who have this section of
Soc.
The Soc Run was up to that point an underground, unappreciated,
often unnoticed event. Maj John T. Rock took matters in hand and made it a
spectacle. The first year, hand engraved invitations were delivered to the
Supe, the Com and the Dean and all attended. The band, the rabble rousers, the
mule team, the Scottish Bag pipes, and a convertible carrying a hand picked
Soc Run Queen (complete with Tiara and flowers). The plebes were not left
out in the cold. Bulldog plebes were tasked with rounding up BP
(Janitors were called the Barracks Police back then) carts
painting a checkerboard pattern on them and shuttling the really late cadets
in the BP cart taxis as fast as they could to the Soc Dept, at that time
located in Thayer Hall. The Major's sister, a professional photographer
arrived from Philadelphia to take pictures. The parade was replete with
this most of the time civilian, now Major, riding in a decked out golf cart
wearing BDU's with Rank leading a magnificently arranged spontaneous parade
celebrating the rigors of having to write a Soc paper at the last minute.
The parade was continued throughout the next 4 years, often to the chagrin
of the Major's supervisors in the MWR.
The finest moment is when a cadet
took the initiative to arrange to have the fire dept drive him to the new
Soc building in the big red Rig. At the first founders day in some years, in Japan, 13 Mar 99, the Major, still a club manager, at Camp Zama Japan
learned from a recent grad that the Soc run is bigger than ever. Even when
the General staff wanted the Major to kill it in 1991 because it promoted
procrastination, it lives on. The moral of this story is even a civilian
can leave a legacy to West Point. That was mine.
I am Major John T. Rock.
And if any Bulldog from 1990 or any other Mule Bar regular is reading
this, would you be so kind, I've been a Major for almost 10 years and I could
sure use a promotion.. I'm not getting any younger, and you are the only
people who can do it.
John T. Rock, Maj, USMA
Alias, John F Gallagher, Club Manager 89 - 94
Technology Changes Over Time
In keeping with advances in academia across the country, the Academy has
always tried to be in the forefront. The following shows the progress in
technology starting with the 1940's:
1940's - Cadets used slide rules. (Wonder how many today know what
they are?)
1950's - Still only slide rules.
1960's - Still only slide rules. "If all the electricity should
fail in the U.S. we could still compute stuff up to two
significant figures."
1970's - Calculators introduced. In July 1973, the Academy
issued cadets their first calculators.
1980's - Still calculators. The TI-55 and HP15C or other models.
1990's - Computers introduced. Class of 1990 was the first year
group to be issued computers in 1987 - a Zenith 286 with two floppy
disk drives and no hard drive. In the fall of 1997, the
plebe class was issued a Pentium II with 253 MHz.
Horror and Humorous Technology Stories.
Remember that horrible sound, after we took boards, feverishly working
away, and heard the glass from the center of a classmate's slide rule
hitting the floor, and knew at least one person in that classroom was about
to go "D?"
Bill Schwartz '59, True Trog
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My brief vignette on blackboard quizzes has to do with my roommate at the
time working a problem in calculus (remember "Elements of the Differential
and Integral Calculus by Granville, Smith, and Longley)?. Dave Parrish had
his BSME from Rice when he arrived at WP. I had 2.5 years of Aeronautical
Engineering at NYU so we'd both been through Calculus one time. In fact I
used the same text as a civilian college student which is why I remember the
text. Dave was at the blackboard working a problem and got stuck. In his
frustration he said -- sotto voce -- "Jesus Christ." Unfortunately he failed
to notice that the "P" was standing right behind him and overheard the
remark. Luckily for Dave that officer had a gentle sense of humor and said,
"Mr. Parrish, you're going to have to call on someone closer than that."
Arnold Winter, '49
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I can beat that!!! (He says with a knowing smirk...) True story, or as my
first platoon sergeant (Doyle B. Alford) used to say: "This ain't no
lie..." I was in Colonel Ramsden's 1st section chemistry class Yearling year
busily working away at the board on some problem calculating bond angles or
something. My text and HHC (that would be hand held calculator to you old
people) were sitting on the little flip up stand while I worked. Now, there
were also several buckets of water with sponges in them scattered around the
perimeter of the room, to be used for mopping the boards between classes. I
bet the sound of my HHC splashing into that bucket was more sickening than
the sound of someone's slide rule glass breaking on the floor.
Ray Nelson, '83
USMA 'PUTER MEMORIES
Bob Ronne wrote:
I don't remember terminals being available in company areas prior to '74.
Anyone know when that occurred. Also seems like there was a really cool
"Star Trek" game available where we battled Klingons when not checking
tenths. On second thought maybe that Star Trek game was in the Golden Eagle
bar in Hohenfels, FRG. Oh well it was fun where ever it was. I also
vaguely remember that it was a cadet written program. Anyone want to take
credit?
John Greiman replied:
That "Star Trek" game was alive and well during my Plebe year (77-78). We
were grateful that someone wrote/loaded that program (in Basic ???). We
later found another version that we hand-typed into the mainframe. It had
crude ASCII character representations of the spaceships and galaxy and
worked best on a CRT terminal. When the Academy switched to a new
mainframe, we saved the program onto punch cards (stored in two shoe
boxes). We were able to re-load the entire program without re-typing (paper
media backup).
John Greiman
'81, I-2
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Ah, yes. FORTRAN 4 code on punch cards. Spend hours filling out the
coding sheet, hours punching in the code, and hours waiting for the
results of your job. Only to get a printout of compile or syntax errors.
Go back and correct those only to find out your logic was wrong or the
program just flat didn't do what you thought it would. That was funnier
than Beast.
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when they put printing terminals
in a common area in D Wing along about 73. You could find out real quick
if you could take that "2.0 and go" weekend. Except for the line at the
terminals from others trying to find out the same thing.
Those memories give one a pretty good appreciation of why Y2K might be a
problem!
Steve Stone
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Favorite memory: You're working on a computer in one building, but the
printer next to you is down for the count, so you tell it to print your work
at another workstation in another building. You have ten minutes before
taps to get into a complete uniform, dash across post to another academic
building, wait in line for the printer to get to your job...only to watch
the printer jam, right as the first few notes of taps start playing. (And
as some sadistic G&CS P giggled from behind the one-way mirror, finger
poised by the "jam" button -- I just knew it had to be some kind of
conspiracy.)
But the memories get fuzzy from there on. Were we allowed out after taps to
retrieve work that we had tried to print? I seem to recall signing out
after taps to go to some computer station, but can't remember if it was to
the computer room within the barracks or one of the academic buildings.
Take care and aloha,
It's surprising that some of our classmates have become so proficient with
computers, growing up like we all did with slide rules and taps at 2200.
Our only exposure to computers at West Point was during the last month of
our Firstie year. The Academic Department decided that we should at the
least see a computer before being turned loose into an uncertain outside
world. So they scheduled a four (4) hour set of classes (ungraded as I
recall) by the Math Department to tell us what IBM stood for. I think the
Academy had just acquired a computer for instructional use and incorporated
it into the Plebe Math curriculum.
I don't remember anything about the classroom work. My only recollection of
the class was the "viewing" of the actual computer. The computer was set up
in the small auditorium in Thayer Hall (North Auditorium?). We were allowed
to see it from some of the back rows. It was on the stage and took up about
half of that area. The computer was everything you expected a computer to
be, blinking lights, spinning wheels, cards sorting, nothing like these wimp
"puters" we work on today.
I can remember while we were "viewing" the computer, plebes would solemnly
enter the auditorium and reverently approach the stage with stacks of
computer cards.
These cards seemed to be some sort of an offering to the computer. There a
Math "P" (perhaps the "P" stood for priest in the presence of the computer)
would accept the cards and offer them to the computer. If the cards were
accepted, we would sense the release of a heavy burden from the plebe making
the offering. Rejection of the cards resulted in an expression of great
despair.
Therein above expresses my knowledge of the subject.
Jay Bennett, '64
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All I remember is that there were lots of 1's and 0;s and cards and that it
was not for grade and that we could work together and that I had no idea
what it was all about and actually didn't care since we were graduating in a
few weeks.
Richard Davis, '64
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Okay, there were a few of us that actually "played" with the computer. If
you all recall, we had electives (one each semester) our senior year. A
small group of us took some Math stuff--linear programming. We actually
learned how to use the punchcards to solve a Math problem-the classic
transportation problem for those of you who doubt. The computer was
actually a GE-225, which was still functional in the Math Department when we
taught there in 1971-74. The language we used was "CADETRAN", a derivative
of FORTRAN. Believe it or not, I have still have my little "gold" card,
authorizing me to go to Thayer Hall and "play". Boy, to think that the
overnight "chunking" of that infernal machine can now be done in seconds on
a laptop. For those of you who keep saying it, yes, we're getting old.
Makes me enjoy the reunions all the more.
Steve Bettner, '64
Satirical Term End Exam Questions
found in the 1983 Howitzer
So, as a bit of a counterpoint to all of this, I wanted to put up some
"good" Cadet Humor. Life at the academies has enough built-in ironies and
conflicts that a little hyperbole can go a long way. While looking up my
Physics P's, I came across this in the '83 Howitzer (which also means THIS
was probably blessed by the Pope to be able to appear there, but.....), and
perhaps one of you out there actually wrote it. For trogs, at least you can
see the Corps hasn't in every place. You won't fall out of your chair, but
you'll get a chuckle, I think. Maybe some of you even put questions like
these on the TEE's YOU gave to Cadets ;-)
Typical USMA Term End Exam Questions
Instructions: Read each question carefully. Answer all questions.
Time Limit - 4 hours. Begin Immediately.