To Study or Not To Study...

Hello, loyal readers/people with nothing else better to do!

Today was officially the last day of classes…and it was glorious! I’ve still got exams left, but I’m currently ignoring that little fact while I watch 500 Days of Summer on our closed-circuit TV.  We get four movies every day, and most days the movies/weird ass documentaries they choose suck…but today, the day before the Global Studies exam, they decide to play a decent one.  Of course, they would do that to us.  Thank you, evil movie-picker outers, who clearly DON'T have an exam to study for. 

The past few days on the ship have been pretty chill.  Most of us have had a lot of work since classes are winding down, but we’ve had a few activities going on around the ship too.  The other night, we had the Shipboard Auction where people spent obscene amounts of money for things like getting to steer the ship for 30 minutes, blowing the horn as we pull into Norfolk, 24 hours of unlimited internet (which is like GOLD on this ship), and being able to pick the dinner menu one night.  Although I didn’t bid on anything, it was pretty amusing to watch as people spent ridiculous amounts of their parents’ money.  Two guys even spent 400 bucks to pie our Global Studies teacher in the face!  While I’m sure that a few seconds of shoving Dr. Bowler’s face into whipped cream would be rewarding…I think my parents would’ve disowned me for spending that kinda money on something like that.

The night after that, Carmella and I went out on the top deck to watch the meteor shower.  The astronomy professor got them to turn off the ship’s lights from 11pm-2am, so we could see the stars.  In the hour that I was out there, I saw 5 shooting stars!  I’m not quite sure what the rules on the whole wishing on a shooting star thing are, but I sucked at making wishes.  That sounds like a weird thing to suck at, but it's true.  I would think about it for a bit beforehand and decide on what I wanted to wish for, but when I actually saw the star flying across the sky, my thoughts weren’t ‘I want a great junior year!’…they were more like ‘Oh my God! Is that a shooting star!? I think so! Wait, I’m not sure! It could be a plane! It’s moving fast! Everyone else is ohhing and awwing, so it must be a star! Oh….it’s gone.’  Anyways, I’m hoping that my thoughts before and after seeing the shooting star count as wishes.  If not, I need to work on my wish-making skills.

Alright. I’m off to study…or kinda sorta look over my notes and pretend I’m studying so I can feel better about myself.  Home in 6 days! (P.S. I honestly don’t know how Columbus did this whole sail-to-America thing for so damn long. We’ve only been on this ship for 5 days, and I’m already whining. I want LAND already, damnit!)