Time for the second update from sea:
It’s been three days since the last post (this is being written on the night of C5, or class 5, and will be posted on C6). And there’s a lot that has happened in the last few days.
The sunsets around here are nothing short of beautiful. There is going to be about 60 pictures of just sunsets alone, and I swear that almost each of them are going to be different. The only way to describe them is as an act of awesomeness. True fact!
Anyways, the adults of the trip are almost as important as the kids who are here. There are about four kids per one adult (which, for the sake of this trip, shall be defined as a person who is of legal age who is not a student on this voyage). This blog post will just tell about the few of the many adults that I have come across throughout the voyage so far in the last seven days.
There is, of course, the two main deans. There’s one from UPitt, and there’s one who is from UVA. Their names are on the website, so you can look them up (yeah. I’m making you do work. I don’t care).
Then there are the assistant deans. There’s Lynette, who is not only the dean of students, but who I found out grew up no more than 6 blocks away from where I grew up. Furthermore, she took the same train as I did. It’s crazy. Truly is. There’s also Jill, who is also awesome. She’s also obsessed with gelatos. And I mean OBSESSED! Well, for that matter, so am I, but that’s a story for when we get with Italy.
Then there are the professors. Prof. Bowler is the one for global studies, and everyone on the ship has him. We all take that class together. Then, after him, there’s prof. Gillespie. The only way to describe her is that she’s like Dr. Goodstein and Dr. Tabrizi combined. True fact. And, lastly, there’s Dr. Huey. And while his class is awesome, and I mean awesome, and while I think he’s a good prof and person and all that stuff, let’s just say that I will never raise doubt about silver fox’s long pauses for notes ever again. I mean ever.
Chela is our LLC (R.A.). I don’t want to say that we have the best sea, but just about every other sea is jealous about us and the stuff we do. We initiate, and then they imitate.
Then there’s Ruel and Dante, who are our cleaning people for the ship. And by that, they make sure the room is looking good and that there are no damages and stuff, and then they also clean the beds and stuff for us. It’s weird that we are on a ship and that they are here, but I think that the entire ship is thankful that they have come here to help us. at the very least, the kids are grateful for them, and treat them well. (sidebar: I’ve talked to Dante and Ruel a few times, and they said that we were their best room to clean b/c our room was the “easiest and required least work” to finish. That makes me proud).
Anyways, I’m just finish this post by saying the highlights for the last few days, for my laptop battery is dying right now and I need to charge it soon.
The food on the ship is edible most times. It’s gotten slightly worse since we left Halifax, but that is somewhat expected after being on a boat without land for more than a week. Dinner with the group of awesome peeps has been just about daily, and that is an awesome thing to have on one of these voyages.
There was a dance on Saturday, but it was just meh. However, the party actually happened in two places. There was the alcohol line, and then there was the smoker’s deck. (mon, I don’t smoke). Everyone just hangs out there and meets people and has fun and all of that stuff.
Sunday was our movie night for our sea, and we saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It’s ridiculously funny. True fact.
Anyways, there should be land approaching in less than an hour, so I have to finish and read and do all that fun stuff until then. The updates will get better when we get to Spain in two days (which I hear is a Thursday).
Be safe. Enjoy the Summer. If Jessica F or Sara are reading this, Be Safe in Jamaica.
Until next time,
Jeff.
p.s. the concept of time and days are completely irrelevant on this trip. It’s a ship.
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