“The sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.”

Since we last spoke, quite a lot has happened. Staff and faculty had a quick day and a half of training on the ship before 623 excited, over packed undergrads joined our happy little ship family on Wednesday. Imagine over 1000 people playing “Sardines” on a relatively small cruise ship and you can get an idea of the situation we’re in.

We set sail from Ensenada, Mexico Wednesday night, heading west towards Hawaii. I kind of want to put one of those signs on the back of the ship that says “Hilo or bust!” like you do on a long road trip.

Since then, the motion of the ocean has been non-stop. Imagine going through your first few days of college, feeling like you’re constantly failing a sobriety test, unable to control your ability to walk in a straight line. In addition to textbooks, pens, and notebooks, students also added motion sickness bags to their school supply list, like the ones located in the seat pocket in front of you on an airplane. Reminds me of that quote from Seinfeld, “The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.” That George Constanza was a wise man. Days like this it makes me wish Semester on a Plane was a real thing.