impartial musings from a timid observer~ Sherman

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                ~ Just got back from the first California Expedition, and what a surprise! It was painful!

We spent the majority of the time there in a half-arsed-camp-ground next to a busy railway and car-route with rowdy neighbors and dogs. I was lucky to even get a chance to close my eyes before a train came by, so, naturally, I got almost no sleep whatsoever. Ontop of that, we of course ran every morning, so I resembled some malformed idiot Zombie kid from the night of the living dead, but instead of shooting this Zombie in the head with a 12-Gauge you had to have a feelings  circle with me as I tore off your arm in enraged undead hunger.

A few days later after some ‘school’ and ‘life-skills’ crap we hopped on a ferry to run-amok on the channel islands. About a 1 hour trip there, I enjoyed the ride, a nice, calm, early –morning, foggy, ride over the open ocean.

Channel Islands! We arrived! Not much really happened while we were there, we did a very painful 14/15 mile long day hike all over the island, before we got back to camp wondering what it was like to not feel agonizing pain, we had some nice photo opportunities.

Ann was very sick during the entire escapade on the Channel Islands; (no surprises there.) so she was a bit testy during the trip, easily angered, you know, the usual.

We did some kayaking off the coast of the CI’s, (I WAS HORRIFIED.) It was nice, (A SEAL TRIED TO JUMP INTO MY KAYAK.) a very pleasant experience, (I NEVER WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN.)

Unfortunately we had to leave the Channel Islands early, due to a storm front blowing in, in record time we packed up in 9-minutes, but before we left, we made a new unit of measurement!

To travel 14 miles was to us: 8-lectures from staff. 4 miles was to travel: 2-lectures from staff.

Of course, F-staff wasn’t too happy about this, but what are they goanna do? Take away our vocal cords?  ;)

It was an hour ride back to the mainland and we got to see whales on the way, I was to depressed to care after getting thoroughly screamed at, so I didn’t get a chance to see them much, that, and I was murderously homesick.

So, we got back to camp, same spot in the same crappy camp, with the same crappy train being crappy.

Yeah, I didn’t sleep at all last night.

That and we had to sleep in tents, four to a tent.

Well, you see, I shift when I sleep, so I woke up bruised everywhere on my arms and legs from my tent-mates viciously elbowing me away from them, at one point I woke up I think and slammed my elbow into Even after he hit me a bit too hard.

I can only remember good dreams after that point J

As it turned out we were assigned to tents because our team was lacking something stupid, like: Group-compassion, and, empathy.

So making us sleep in tents, effectively making us spend MORE time with the people we already have to spend time with TWENTYFOUR HOURS A DAY, SEVEN DAYS A WEEK.

(If that’s even possible.)

I honestly think the problem is that field staff are way too uptight and strict, I swear- their freaking drill sergeants. They push us too freaking hard, for too-freaking-long~!

I swear, man, if I have to listen to those two one-more-time I think I’ll snap.