Dear Ocean,
Wednesday evening I went sailing instead of going to the sailing club meeting. So perfect. It was a very windy overcast wannabe stormy evening and I saw decemberist Tshirt kid outside of the DMES picnic.
"hey are you going to the sailing meeting in a half hour?"
"....yeah.... (sort of sad yes)"
"yeah don't you just wish we could go sailing, it's so beautiful out!"
"ok, let's go."
and then we went! It was waaay fun, and we took out an "FJ" (?), I was in charge of the jib sheet, he was in charge of steering, and we only tipped over once. It was terrifying, and all I could think about was sharks, but it was so worth it!
On Thursday Dr. Johnson was receiving a couple hundred gallons of sea water to replenish the pacific tank, atlantic tank, some of the lab tanks, and the tank in the president's office. I came to help transport water, and ended up making a fool of myself in front of potential professors and colleagues. I was told to siphon water out of the fish tank, and basically long story short I ended up sucking up a huge lungfull/mouthfull of nasty fish tank salt water. And coughing up/spitting up all over. Yes.
I'm having trouble remembering what all else went on this week, but when I remember I'll tell you. Ok bye!
love,
whitney!
1 comment:
HA.
Oh god Wit-Knee.
I love you.
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