My first day of classes are over, and now I’m in between two of my three classes today. So far, both teachers are great, rare breeds I think. My Pakistan teacher is incredibly funny and I know a few people in that class. My Global Studies class, which is one the whole ship has to take is fun-the teacher is very passionate, has a silly southern accent and openly admits to being dyslexic. Both Matt and I are in a Creative Writing course with Professor Hawks. He seems to really know his stuff and I’m confident he will really help my creativity. We must journal every day we are in port for that class, which I’m happy about because then I wont forget! Last night was ‘pup night.’ We get two drinks at dinner (I had two glasses of white zin) and three glasses after nine on the seventh deck. Kids had their IHomes out and were playing music and people were dancing and it was totally great.
You really wouldn’t believe how much this ship is rocking. Last night was pretty bad. Claire and I got maybe an hour of sleep the boat was rocking so much and things were flying all around our cabin. It felt like ghosts were in there because drawers were opening and the boat makes these hilarious sounds similar to what I would think a humpback whale matting call would be. A girl even tipped over in her chair in our creative writing class, I’ve got to be careful knowing how accident prone I am. We’ve all got our fingers crossed that it just because of the storm off of SoCal, which we’re trying to go around. I was just on the seventh deck with Matt and we were sliding around on our lawnchairs…make me feel skinny hahaha. I’m getting used to walking to class perpendicularly and everyone is very apologetic when you run into them. There are older passengers on the boat…I mean ship…(we’ve had it imprinted into our minds that’s it’s a ship, not a boat since day one)…They are called Life Long Learners and are traveling with us, participating in classes and everything just for fun! There is an adorable pair of sisters who have a particularly hard time getting around the ship from New York. Speaking of the best city in the world…MOM! One of my good friends on the ship’s mom went to Jamaica High School!!! She’s 54 so you might have gone to school with her! I’ll get her last name in a bit (remembering first names are hard enough for now). I miss you all a lot, please email me because it is free to check while updating my blog takes away internet minutes. I’d love to hear from you all, even if its just what you’ve done that day. Tearing up a bit, already miss Kena way too much. I’d like to know how she’s feeling and anything good going on back in the US. Love you guys, taking lots of pictures already!!