I have not written here in several weeks. I could give many excuses: I've been busy, too much homework, no free time- but in the end they all amount to the same thing. I didn't make the time. I've been learning a lot in the past few weeks, and arguably, I've grown a lot in some areas. In others, well, there still is a little work required. I think the most important thing that I have realized while I have been here is the value of time and the detriment of procrastination. I learned several very important lessons today.
Inspiration is an amazing thing. It can set you on fire, make you loose sleep, and take over your life in good, bad, and wonderful ways. You can't always wait for it. Sometimes you have to make it or find it yourself. I'm making inspiration.
I've been thinking lately that what I really want to do after graduation is spend a year abroad somewhere. Where that is all depends on what type of programs are available and I get accepted to. I would love to perhaps try to end up in France or some French-speaking country, or maybe England so I could try to get a master's in nutrition or agriculture, or perhaps Taiwan or Morocco, to learn either Chinese or Arabic. I will have to start applying and writing as soon as I get back, but I know I can find something. After that, I want to go to medical school for an MD/PhD. It's going to be a long process and it took a lot of thinking for me to even get here; I used to be so certain that I wanted nothing to do with the medical world, but the more I think about it, the more I see how everything is connected. I'm especially interested in nutrition, which is a huge problem in very different ways, depending on where you go in the world. Go to the US, and obesity is a problem; go to Jamaica or parts of Africa and Asia and malnutrition is the other extreme. These are both fixable problems, they just have to be dealt with in different ways. I think it's fascinating that different food combinations can alter how your body takes up nutrients. If this could be harnessed, along with agricultural methods, many places where malnutrition is an issue could be improved just by ensuring that all the calories that get eaten get taken up by the body.
Other issues that fascinate me involve pharmaceutical wastes, from unused pharmaceuticals to those that end up in rivers, lakes, and oceans because they go through the human body. Many of these have natural analogs that could be used instead that don't pollute the environment. The only problem with these is that they are not as well researched or tested as typical pharmaceuticals, so they are less trusted and they are not supported by either the pharmaceutical industry or doctors. This is where being a doctor could come in handy. I think I would eventually like to start a school for doctors that makes it necessary to learn more about different areas of medicine in order to increase understanding of the workings of the human body. If you know more about the spine (like a chiropractor), then you understand more about injuries to the nervous system. If you understand more about nutrition, then you understand more about the physiological needs of the body, and possibly better how to combine alternative medications. If you know more about massage therapy and muscles, you know more about stretching, physical therapy, and muscle injuries.
So today I had a bit of a humbling experience.
The president of SEA, John Bullard, came into our Maritime Studies class today to give us a scenario and see how we responded. He made us "mayor" of New Bedford for an hour, and presented us with the dilemma of putting in a new waste treatment plant and where it should go. The arguments NOT to put it at either place were substantial, and in the end most of our class ended up voting for one place; all except one girl. When he asked her why she had decided not to put it where everyone else did, she gave a whole host of reasons that were very very good, and I don't think any others of us had thought of. I was really humbled and thankful for that moment. It turns out he had made the same decision when he was mayor of New Bedford.
Afterward, we had pizza with him and got to discuss issues that we thought were important. It was really an eye-opening experience, because it really drove home the point how important it is to know who your senators and representatives, and politicians in general, are; how important it is to be informed about issues and to see that you have some sort of understanding of what is going on in the world. I started to wonder how to get people interested in things they might think they can't or don't have the time to understand. What if the president started up "Fireside Chats" again? I know it takes time, just like this blog takes time. Just like it takes time to keep in touch with people and to make yourself known. Sometimes, though, that is what is needed. You need to show people that you care and can empathize on issues, that you have enough compassion to try and see things from a point of view that may not be your own. In the end, I realized that John Bullard has a wealth of knowledge that my generation does not. He's been in politics, he's served in presidential campaigns, and he understands what it means to try and please multiple parties while attempting to accomplish a goal. This is something you can learn from, you can take advice from, and you can take away knowledge from. I'm really glad they did this.
On top of it, I got a message today from and old Ripon friend, who gave me an amazing quote that basically sums up the important parts about finding a purpose in this world:
“Never let the competition define you. Instead, you have to define yourself based on a point of view you care deeply about.” Tom Chappel
Thank you, Jolene. I needed that. So even though days may come where things don't go right and where the whole world seems to fall apart, they're really only days in a string of time that defines you. Every day is a choice, and if you are really committed to something, it will take more than a bad day to deter you.
Have a great one, all-
Meagan
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A Pirate's Life?...Well, not so much yet, anyway...
I decided that in the interest of not loosing all my muscle density, I need to start working out while I am here. One of my frustrations that I never really feel either in Ripon or in Racine is the issue of being able to get around on a budget. The streets here on the east coast, especially in Woods Hole, are not very pedestrian friendly, I don't really know where anything is yet, and there really aren't any gyms in the area...so that reduces me to whatever push-ups and sit-ups I can do at the house and either running or walking in the area, (they have bikes available, which I will try eventually, but again, the streets are narrow).
So this morning I got up at 6:00 to go for a walk. It was a nice walk, I have to say. Another older student from my house and I went down to the beach to watch the sunrise (unfortunately, the sunrise was happening on the opposite side of the beach (but it was pretty anyway). I like that I am able to maintain an early schedule here: my roommate (who is awesome) also goes to bed early, and I am free to get up whenever I want...and whenever I have enough motivation.
I forgot to mention the other day that I accidentally met the president of SEA, because I was exploring the ground floor and walked past his office. He asked me if I needed help finding anything and we started talking about life. He is a really cool guy who has done a LOT in his life, but is extraordinarily humble about it. He was mayor of New Bedford, Massachusetts for a while, he worked under the Clinton administration as an Environmental Advisor, and yet he still has the time to take out of his day to ask lost-looking students what they are considering doing with their lives. I thought it was pretty cool.
Today was much more of a school day. It was the first full day of classes and quite a full day in itself. I still can't seem to grasp the idea that I am here and that this is happening. How did I get into this? I still am not quite sure. I'm sure it has some meaning for me, one way or anther, that I will find, but as of yet, I get the recurring sensation of, "Oh my, what did I get myself into?"
Classes are very long, and I'm still attempting to get a grasop on the workload. The good news is that most of these things, while I have heard of the theory (many things have to do with chemistry or physics or biology), I have never learned ANY of it before...so it is all very new and interesting. For example, today we learned about why the winds move as they do on the earth.
Because of the rotation of the earth around its axis, the clouds appear to curve, but they are actually just moving in straight lines that appear to curve because we have a moving vantage point. (there is a lot to this explanation that I am leaving out) As hot, moist air rises from the equator, it creates a low pressure zone. It sinks into both 30 degree latitudes, creating high pressure zones that rush to fill the low pressure zone at the equator. Other east-west cloud currents are created because of angular velocity, and the fact that things at the equator are moving faster than things at a higher latitude, and much faster than things at the poles.
I had an interesting thought about this, which I have posed to several of my physics friends:
If, at the equator the rotation of the earth is 1600 mph, and theoretically you could be spinning at 0 mph at the north pole by turning in the opposite direction of the earth, will time and gravity (or at least the G-force you experience from the planet) affect you differently? The answer is YES! I asked my oceanography professor about it today, and she borrowed me a book that has a chapter on it. I know I'm a relativity freak, but I'll let you all know what I find out.
In the meantime, I should really get to some more homework. All the best-
Meagan
So this morning I got up at 6:00 to go for a walk. It was a nice walk, I have to say. Another older student from my house and I went down to the beach to watch the sunrise (unfortunately, the sunrise was happening on the opposite side of the beach (but it was pretty anyway). I like that I am able to maintain an early schedule here: my roommate (who is awesome) also goes to bed early, and I am free to get up whenever I want...and whenever I have enough motivation.
I forgot to mention the other day that I accidentally met the president of SEA, because I was exploring the ground floor and walked past his office. He asked me if I needed help finding anything and we started talking about life. He is a really cool guy who has done a LOT in his life, but is extraordinarily humble about it. He was mayor of New Bedford, Massachusetts for a while, he worked under the Clinton administration as an Environmental Advisor, and yet he still has the time to take out of his day to ask lost-looking students what they are considering doing with their lives. I thought it was pretty cool.
Today was much more of a school day. It was the first full day of classes and quite a full day in itself. I still can't seem to grasp the idea that I am here and that this is happening. How did I get into this? I still am not quite sure. I'm sure it has some meaning for me, one way or anther, that I will find, but as of yet, I get the recurring sensation of, "Oh my, what did I get myself into?"
Classes are very long, and I'm still attempting to get a grasop on the workload. The good news is that most of these things, while I have heard of the theory (many things have to do with chemistry or physics or biology), I have never learned ANY of it before...so it is all very new and interesting. For example, today we learned about why the winds move as they do on the earth.
Because of the rotation of the earth around its axis, the clouds appear to curve, but they are actually just moving in straight lines that appear to curve because we have a moving vantage point. (there is a lot to this explanation that I am leaving out) As hot, moist air rises from the equator, it creates a low pressure zone. It sinks into both 30 degree latitudes, creating high pressure zones that rush to fill the low pressure zone at the equator. Other east-west cloud currents are created because of angular velocity, and the fact that things at the equator are moving faster than things at a higher latitude, and much faster than things at the poles.
I had an interesting thought about this, which I have posed to several of my physics friends:
If, at the equator the rotation of the earth is 1600 mph, and theoretically you could be spinning at 0 mph at the north pole by turning in the opposite direction of the earth, will time and gravity (or at least the G-force you experience from the planet) affect you differently? The answer is YES! I asked my oceanography professor about it today, and she borrowed me a book that has a chapter on it. I know I'm a relativity freak, but I'll let you all know what I find out.
In the meantime, I should really get to some more homework. All the best-
Meagan
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I'll have the scenic route, please...
So the east coast...
Hello again! I am now writing from a computer situated in the basement of the Woods Hole campus. This is actually the first opportunity I have actually gotten to sit down at a computer and put fingers to keyboard and thoughts to...screen...since I left several mornings ago. How did this all start? Let me tell you...
I told myself that I would pack a week before I left so as to have everything ready and not have to worry about it. Well, as fate (or I) would have it, a week turned to several days, several days turned to the night before, and I was up packing until eleven the night before my six am flight the next day. I have to say, in spite of that, I had WAY too much energy to be tired the next day...which turned out to be very beneficial.
You see, (and I didn't realize this or really even think about it until the day before) I ended up having to take a flight from Milwaukee to Atlanta, and then catch a flight from Atlanta to Boston. Seriously. This sounded simple enough to me at first. I had a forty minute layover, so it would be close, but I thought I could make it. As it turned out, my first flight was late leaving because of frost on the flaps (and we don't want that). I got into Atlanta at what I thought was an hour and several minutes before my next flight, and I asked an airport representative if the terminal had changed. She informed me that it hadn't, but that I had only three minutes to get there. Confused, I headed over, to find that there was no one there yet, the door was shut, and the screen still showed "Flight to Boston-9:50," so I hunkered down and waited. About forty-five minutes later, the flight information had changed to "Orlando-10:40"...and then I got the inkling that I might have crossed a time zone.
It turns out, I had; and I had missed my flight. Luckily, I had the excuse of my other flight coming in late and was able to get another ticket for 12:45; though I was so nervous that I don't think the first flight attendant I asked had any clue what I was talking about. Part of me wanted to let all of it get to me, but I realized that I had to do this, to get on another flight and get there, no matter what. So I called the SEA people and told them not to expect me until later that day. I then got some lunch at Popeye's and dug into "Twilight."
It was actually rather fortuitous that I ended up on the next flight because I ended up sitting next to a couple who were just ending a vacation in Atlanta and were heading home to Boston. I ended up striking a conversation with them about my semester and what I was going to be doing and (I was lucky, I had a window seat:) they were able to point out some landmarks from the air along the way. They wished me luck when we got to the airport, and I was overall very glad to have met them and had a bit of cheer in my day. Once there, I had to locate my duffel, which had gotten to Boston several hours before me, and was luckily at customer service. I was so happy to see my bag that I think I surprised the people at the service desk. They then helped direct me to the Bus line pickup area, and I was able to catch the 4:30 to Woods Hole. Finally, upon arriving in Woods Hole, I caught a cab to the SEA campus (we got lost because apparently there are several in the area) but it was ok because I ended up having a really interesting conversation with the cabbie, who was originally from the area and a real fan of the East. He was even amicable enough to reset the dial when we ended up in the wrong place the first time, and I only had to pay the second fare.
I was actually the only one to arrive a day early (but I suppose it is thankful I did; otherwise I would have been really late) and I spent my night alone in the creaky house...it really wasn't so bad. I ended up making some spaghetti, doing more reading, and tucking in early.
The next day was relatively slow. My roommate showed up with her dad and offered to take me with to check out the beach with them. I was more than happy to get out and interact with people that I was practically in my shoes by the time the question was out. The weather here is amazing, and -apparently- unseasonally warm. Most days it seems to be high thirties, low forties and there is relatively no snow, so it feels for the most part like fall in Wisconsin (which happens to be my favorite holiday, so I have absolutely no complaints). For some odd reason, I ended up getting a migraine near orientation time, so I ended up not socializing as much as I normally would, but I also found out that I think I am going to be at sea with some amazing people. They were all really friendly and understanding and asked my if I needed anything and how I was doing. I ended up climbing into my loft (which is great because I LOVE sleeping up high) to close my eyes and calm my stomach and fell asleep accidentally around 7...then woke up at 3am wide awake and ready to face the day...only to find out it was 3 am. I was able to close my eyes for a few more hours and then got up at 6 to shower and do the homework that I didn't do the night before (that's right...homework before classes even started...)
I'm actually running out of time now, because dinner is ready, but classes seem very interesting. I have a feeling that things are going to be VERY intense...we have homework in everything due tomorrow, along with designing a project, researching it, and then household nicities, like cooking and cleaning. It should be awesome. I promise to write more later, though I have no precise idea when that will be. Until then, fair winds!
-Meagan
Hello again! I am now writing from a computer situated in the basement of the Woods Hole campus. This is actually the first opportunity I have actually gotten to sit down at a computer and put fingers to keyboard and thoughts to...screen...since I left several mornings ago. How did this all start? Let me tell you...
I told myself that I would pack a week before I left so as to have everything ready and not have to worry about it. Well, as fate (or I) would have it, a week turned to several days, several days turned to the night before, and I was up packing until eleven the night before my six am flight the next day. I have to say, in spite of that, I had WAY too much energy to be tired the next day...which turned out to be very beneficial.
You see, (and I didn't realize this or really even think about it until the day before) I ended up having to take a flight from Milwaukee to Atlanta, and then catch a flight from Atlanta to Boston. Seriously. This sounded simple enough to me at first. I had a forty minute layover, so it would be close, but I thought I could make it. As it turned out, my first flight was late leaving because of frost on the flaps (and we don't want that). I got into Atlanta at what I thought was an hour and several minutes before my next flight, and I asked an airport representative if the terminal had changed. She informed me that it hadn't, but that I had only three minutes to get there. Confused, I headed over, to find that there was no one there yet, the door was shut, and the screen still showed "Flight to Boston-9:50," so I hunkered down and waited. About forty-five minutes later, the flight information had changed to "Orlando-10:40"...and then I got the inkling that I might have crossed a time zone.
It turns out, I had; and I had missed my flight. Luckily, I had the excuse of my other flight coming in late and was able to get another ticket for 12:45; though I was so nervous that I don't think the first flight attendant I asked had any clue what I was talking about. Part of me wanted to let all of it get to me, but I realized that I had to do this, to get on another flight and get there, no matter what. So I called the SEA people and told them not to expect me until later that day. I then got some lunch at Popeye's and dug into "Twilight."
It was actually rather fortuitous that I ended up on the next flight because I ended up sitting next to a couple who were just ending a vacation in Atlanta and were heading home to Boston. I ended up striking a conversation with them about my semester and what I was going to be doing and (I was lucky, I had a window seat:) they were able to point out some landmarks from the air along the way. They wished me luck when we got to the airport, and I was overall very glad to have met them and had a bit of cheer in my day. Once there, I had to locate my duffel, which had gotten to Boston several hours before me, and was luckily at customer service. I was so happy to see my bag that I think I surprised the people at the service desk. They then helped direct me to the Bus line pickup area, and I was able to catch the 4:30 to Woods Hole. Finally, upon arriving in Woods Hole, I caught a cab to the SEA campus (we got lost because apparently there are several in the area) but it was ok because I ended up having a really interesting conversation with the cabbie, who was originally from the area and a real fan of the East. He was even amicable enough to reset the dial when we ended up in the wrong place the first time, and I only had to pay the second fare.
I was actually the only one to arrive a day early (but I suppose it is thankful I did; otherwise I would have been really late) and I spent my night alone in the creaky house...it really wasn't so bad. I ended up making some spaghetti, doing more reading, and tucking in early.
The next day was relatively slow. My roommate showed up with her dad and offered to take me with to check out the beach with them. I was more than happy to get out and interact with people that I was practically in my shoes by the time the question was out. The weather here is amazing, and -apparently- unseasonally warm. Most days it seems to be high thirties, low forties and there is relatively no snow, so it feels for the most part like fall in Wisconsin (which happens to be my favorite holiday, so I have absolutely no complaints). For some odd reason, I ended up getting a migraine near orientation time, so I ended up not socializing as much as I normally would, but I also found out that I think I am going to be at sea with some amazing people. They were all really friendly and understanding and asked my if I needed anything and how I was doing. I ended up climbing into my loft (which is great because I LOVE sleeping up high) to close my eyes and calm my stomach and fell asleep accidentally around 7...then woke up at 3am wide awake and ready to face the day...only to find out it was 3 am. I was able to close my eyes for a few more hours and then got up at 6 to shower and do the homework that I didn't do the night before (that's right...homework before classes even started...)
I'm actually running out of time now, because dinner is ready, but classes seem very interesting. I have a feeling that things are going to be VERY intense...we have homework in everything due tomorrow, along with designing a project, researching it, and then household nicities, like cooking and cleaning. It should be awesome. I promise to write more later, though I have no precise idea when that will be. Until then, fair winds!
-Meagan
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Ahhh, packing...Some first thoughts
I'm assuming that since you have reached my blogpage (or whatever the technical term for this is) that you have at least some idea of who I am; if not, hello, my name is Meagan Marie Kochel. I'm about to spend three months immersed in the ocean...figuratively, anyway:) In two weeks, I am flying to Woods Hole, Massachusetts to spend six weeks learning about the ocean, how to sail, how to navigate, and design a research project that can be carried out aboard a deep-sea schooner. After that initial six weeks I will be flying out to Hawaii (where my mom is meeting me for a few days!) from where we will depart on a six-week ocean voyage as th crew and research staff on the aforementioned sailboat, ending in Papeete, Tahiti.
I still can't believe this is happening.
I should tell you that I am a Junior at Ripon College, majoring in Chemistry and French and minoring in Anthropology...but that's merely a formality. It's what everybody asks because for some reason we think that that will tell you what you need to know about a person. I suppose that makes sense on an obvious level: you can find out a lot about a person by what they are interested in, but do you really get an idea of their personality? I'm not so sure...so there are several things you need to know about me before we continue.
I am a travel-aholic. I'm addicted, and what's worse is that I still haven't found what I want to do yet, so I'm ever so happy to pick up an go anywhere that suits my fancy and my limited budget.
One of the greatest ironies in my life set this all in motion. When I started high school, I wanted to join the volleyball team. I got peer pressured, yes peer pressured, into joining the swim team because "my friends were doing it." I was going to try it for three days (because it started before volleyball season) and then switch sports. The day before the great switch, I had an accident and had to go to the emergency room. Do you know what happened? I swam into a wall! We were learning the butterfly stroke and my goggles got filled with water. Instead of logically stopping to empty them out, I assumed that I would eventually reach the wall and take care of them there. Well I did...unfortunately I reached the wall with my face first.
I ended up with two holes in my lower lip and a promise that if I got stitches, I wouldn't be able to do any sport for a month. I decided to forego the stitches in favor of bacitracin, and decided I would have to stick with the swim team for at least another week so people wouldn't think I had quit because of the accident. I know I probably cared way too much about what people thought back then, but the ironic part is that this decision was probably the most influential decision of my life.
I ended up sticking with the team for the whole season, and then the next three years of high school as well. I learned discipline, fitness, and mind over matter. Because everyone on the team was a lifeguard, I got involved with that and took the lifeguarding course. Because of lifeguarding, I got the most amazing job of my life teaching swim lessons and aquacize at the local YWCA (which I also hated the thought of at first, and then realized that it really was wonderful after all). From this, I earned an internship in Montelimar, France the summer after my first year of college, and I'm pretty sure that is how my whole travelbug began...and accounts for my obsession with water.
I decided to go out to sea instead of, say France, because I am already comfortable with French. I know there is always room for improvement, but I intend to get a job in chemistry or science in the future, and I feel it is important to explore what options are out there so I can choose a field that really grabs me. I fully intend to return to France one day, but this seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime experience that I just couldn't pass up.
Will I get seasick? Probably. They say everyone does. They also say that eventually you get used to it; I really hope this is true...but either way, I'm going.
So right now, I have a most random assortment of items, from knives and foul weather rain gear to winter jackets and swimsuits in a pile next to a duffel that is not yet packed. I actually need all of these things- it's still going to be winter in Massachusetts, but summer when we go to the south Pacific- so I've been going for "layers" and "overall usefulness" in determining whether things go or not. This is the thing I'm worst at. I could probably make one set of clothes work somehow if you threw me on a desert island, but tell me I can bring more than that, and I start to pack the kitchen sink.
I'm sure it will sort itself out (well actually, I'll sort it out...but I like that phrase) before I have to leave...
I think I'm most excited about the idea of being outside, doing physical labor, and doing real-world science every day...and of course, being a pirate;)...kind of. I guess I'm trying not to put too many preconceptions or assumptions onto it at this point because I don't even know what to expect. I just want to let it happen and run with whatever does.
Well, it gets late and I'm probably rambling...if you stuck with it this far, thank you. I'll write something more interesting next time. I wish you all the best and many happy moments,
Meagan
I still can't believe this is happening.
I should tell you that I am a Junior at Ripon College, majoring in Chemistry and French and minoring in Anthropology...but that's merely a formality. It's what everybody asks because for some reason we think that that will tell you what you need to know about a person. I suppose that makes sense on an obvious level: you can find out a lot about a person by what they are interested in, but do you really get an idea of their personality? I'm not so sure...so there are several things you need to know about me before we continue.
I am a travel-aholic. I'm addicted, and what's worse is that I still haven't found what I want to do yet, so I'm ever so happy to pick up an go anywhere that suits my fancy and my limited budget.
One of the greatest ironies in my life set this all in motion. When I started high school, I wanted to join the volleyball team. I got peer pressured, yes peer pressured, into joining the swim team because "my friends were doing it." I was going to try it for three days (because it started before volleyball season) and then switch sports. The day before the great switch, I had an accident and had to go to the emergency room. Do you know what happened? I swam into a wall! We were learning the butterfly stroke and my goggles got filled with water. Instead of logically stopping to empty them out, I assumed that I would eventually reach the wall and take care of them there. Well I did...unfortunately I reached the wall with my face first.
I ended up with two holes in my lower lip and a promise that if I got stitches, I wouldn't be able to do any sport for a month. I decided to forego the stitches in favor of bacitracin, and decided I would have to stick with the swim team for at least another week so people wouldn't think I had quit because of the accident. I know I probably cared way too much about what people thought back then, but the ironic part is that this decision was probably the most influential decision of my life.
I ended up sticking with the team for the whole season, and then the next three years of high school as well. I learned discipline, fitness, and mind over matter. Because everyone on the team was a lifeguard, I got involved with that and took the lifeguarding course. Because of lifeguarding, I got the most amazing job of my life teaching swim lessons and aquacize at the local YWCA (which I also hated the thought of at first, and then realized that it really was wonderful after all). From this, I earned an internship in Montelimar, France the summer after my first year of college, and I'm pretty sure that is how my whole travelbug began...and accounts for my obsession with water.
I decided to go out to sea instead of, say France, because I am already comfortable with French. I know there is always room for improvement, but I intend to get a job in chemistry or science in the future, and I feel it is important to explore what options are out there so I can choose a field that really grabs me. I fully intend to return to France one day, but this seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime experience that I just couldn't pass up.
Will I get seasick? Probably. They say everyone does. They also say that eventually you get used to it; I really hope this is true...but either way, I'm going.
So right now, I have a most random assortment of items, from knives and foul weather rain gear to winter jackets and swimsuits in a pile next to a duffel that is not yet packed. I actually need all of these things- it's still going to be winter in Massachusetts, but summer when we go to the south Pacific- so I've been going for "layers" and "overall usefulness" in determining whether things go or not. This is the thing I'm worst at. I could probably make one set of clothes work somehow if you threw me on a desert island, but tell me I can bring more than that, and I start to pack the kitchen sink.
I'm sure it will sort itself out (well actually, I'll sort it out...but I like that phrase) before I have to leave...
I think I'm most excited about the idea of being outside, doing physical labor, and doing real-world science every day...and of course, being a pirate;)...kind of. I guess I'm trying not to put too many preconceptions or assumptions onto it at this point because I don't even know what to expect. I just want to let it happen and run with whatever does.
Well, it gets late and I'm probably rambling...if you stuck with it this far, thank you. I'll write something more interesting next time. I wish you all the best and many happy moments,
Meagan
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