Hello and goodbye. Today I am back at home in Florida, my hair is washed and my clothes are clean. It has been a grand semester full of incredible friendships and lots of fish. This is my final blog post of the semester, and I would like to thank all of you who listened and Whitman for giving me the opportunity to share my experience. I have decided to use my newfound internet capacity to post all of my video creations from this semester. Enjoy.
Bluemind: this video was an assignment for my socioeconomic and environmental policy class. It combines footage shot by my grandfather combined with footage that I have shot throughout the years.
Fin-fish Directed Research: This video is a summary of the research my team (Nicole Sedran, Connor Christoffersen, Annie Stefanides) has been conducting over the last month.
SFS: This was the end of the semester video that Nicole Sedran shot and I edited.
This is a live update from the computer room!!! Humidity has hit 200% here on the island. Today in the hopes of having a comfortable nights sleep I put all of my bedding and pillow out to dry in the sun. They have been getting a little bit musty from the rainy humid weather that we have been having. It is now 8:45pm and I am thinking of crawling into bed. I walked outside the computer room to discover that it is pouring rain and I forgot to take my bedding off the line. I took a selfie to forever capture the horror and sadness of this moment. Look like its going to be another moldy night folks.
In case you didn’t know there are three different kinds of fun. Type one is the kind of fun that is fun in the moment and fun afterwards. Type two fun is not fun while its happening, but you may look back and say wow that was fun. Type three fun is never fun, you look back and say well that sucked.
Yesterday we decided that since we are leaving in two weeks we want to see the whole island before we go. The island is pretty small mind you, only 8 miles long. Finals were over and we had nothing better to do, so some friends and I went on a casual 16 mile run, because our exams hadn’t been enough suffering this week.
The next day I’m feeling hungover, or like I’ve been hit with a small car. My lips feel like they’ve been injected with botox from the sun exposure, but I look back on the day as a beautiful run across dessert and island cliffs with some pretty rad friends. Classic type two fun.
(This is before our feet fell off our bodies. What a good time!)
(Guess who realized the gravity of this run first, hint: it’s Bree)
(Still got jumps 8 miles in, Bree, Me, Nat, Corndog, and Ben)