Sorry I’m late, I know y’all are waiting patiently for my next post but sleep is more important. Slay, let’s get into it.
All I do is eat, sleep, and sweat. Every day has the same predictability. Eat, sleep, sweat. Not in a bad way, since there is always food to eat, tiredness will never be satiated, and we are traveling across the equator where, obviously, it's hot. We are into week four at sea, and we have all found our personal routine. Some have their sleep schedule planned to the minute and others have their daily workout routine. Personally, my routine centered around finding time to stretch before each of my watches and making time to sit and read on deck, so I also enjoy the sun rather than cower from its rays. But the ocean’s water remains as the largest constant; in spite of its ever-changing ways, we cannot see it from bow lookout. Despite the repetition, every day, in between the lines, something new and ridiculous happens. Whales and dolphins emerge from the depths at inconvenient times. New portions of our bodies get stained with a new shade of pink from the sun. We are finding species that have only been identified in the 1930s. Squalls make attempting to do laundry all the more entertaining. I am now without all my hair on my head (it is tradition to cut your hair after crossing the equator for the first time, 100% optional and it made showering a lot easier). But at the base of it all we crave colder weather, more food, and as always sleep, but we continue to tend to the Robert C. Seamans and her crew. The routine helps me comprehend that radical nature of the Pacific. The moments where I used to be nervous have now integrated into my every day norms. Going out onto the bowsprit to strike and tie down the jib and JT (jib topsail) or steering a ship in gale force winds are now something regarded as usual. If only there was more I could tell the people back home. While there are little variations in my day to day, meanwhile there is also a plethora of new things that come and go as fast as a sea breeze. Which may not make sense, but I don’t understand it either. Trying to describe all of the moments over a few hundred words couldn’t do any justice. Most importantly, I want people to know that I am still so ecstatic to be here, and I wish I brought more sun shirts. To all future potential students who are reading this in order to get a vibe for what's going on here is some advice: - Bring a button-up shirt to wear when you are off watch, it'll protect you from the sun, but you can still get a good breeze - Bring quick dry sun-shirts, putting on sunscreen all over your body every two hours gets annoying and you might forget the one time you really need it - Deck showers are the best showers; bring a natural fiber brush so you can scrub off the grime - Be brave and sign up! There is no other experience like this, and I have no regrets despite the profuse amount of perspiration. --Hallie Rockcress (A Watch, Boston University, Environmental Analysis and Policy) Also, hello to all my people back home (Mom, Dad, Alex, G&G, Ian, Sydney, Natalie, etc.) I miss you all so much I’m beyond excited to see you in a few weeks. I think you’ll like my haircut. Sending so much love!