1.23.2020
Well, for the last 23 days of my life, we have been on a
ship crossing the Pacific for the last 22 days. Time is such a strange
experience on this voyage. It is one of
the big surprises for me. The last 23
days feel like an eternity, and concurrently feel like the blink of an
eye. It is wild to me how quickly humans
can adjust to new routines and lifestyles. As a family, we have established a
ship rhythm consisting of “school” for the kids, “work” for Chris and I, meals
at the dining halls, family time in the afternoon, and lots of activities and
friend time in the evenings. We’ve crossed something like 8 time zones, getting
an extra hour of sleep every time we cross into a new time zone. For the record, I can not imagine the voyages
that travel East (fall voyages) and LOSE an hour every time a time zone is
crossed. It would be really difficult for me.
Ship life has been
tiring for me. It probably is a combination
of the seasick medication that I use religiously (So far Guthrie and I are only
ones in the J-L family that have avoided puking so I count it as a win), the
constant rocking and recalibration required by the brain to deal with constant
movement, and the fact that in work and in life I am not on “autopilot” like I
am at home. I am constantly learning new
names, gaining new experiences, and taking in new information. It’s a lot of
work. Many people on the ship have
articulated this as a common experience—fatigue. One day I put Guthrie to sleep in the
afternoon around 2pm. He was still sleeping at 6pm. We woke him for dinner. He ate
in about 15 minutes and fell asleep in my arms at 6:30pm and slept through the night.
My time during the day is spent differently than in the U.S. I have more time to exercise, journal and
reflect, learn and read, and socialize.
I have more time with the kids. I
work A LOT less (like by multiple hours each day) than I do in the U.S. I’m kind of coming to the conclusion that I
have a pretty hefty work volume at home 😊. Domestic task time is way down. Driving time is obviously way down. Pug time is way down ☹. The
kids are also able to meet many of their basic needs without our help, creating
more space for quality time or time for them to spend with friends. We are in a
pretty good, sustainable rhythm.
I’ve overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude for the personal
growth and learning I am taking away from this experience. In the past few
days, we’ve focused on Japan. Staff and
faculty who have spent decades (or their whole life) living , studying, and
working in Japan are helping to situate the country and culture in historical
and social context via engaging lectures and presentations. Carefully selected
readings have illuminated current challenges in Japan – challenges of
leadership, demographics, and economy. I am certain that this information will
enhance our in-country experience. What
a gift to have the best and brightest usher us to this experience. I am loving
it. I feel like a student EVERY SINGLE DAY on the voyage.
As a group, I feel as if the ship is bumping up against the “storming”
phase of community. There are definitely “issues” that are coming up in terms
of student conduct, the inclusiveness of the community, and other interpersonal
rifts. I personally got my ass handed to me by a group of Life-Long Learners two
days ago in a presentation on inclusive language. Ouch. It was rough. By the end of the
presentation we asked for each person to share a takeaway from the conversation. One life-long-learner responded with “You can’t
say anything without offending people so I’m just going to stop talking.” Sigh.
There’s some drama happening with the teenage girls on the ship that’s bleeding
out to the parent group (Rigley is not involved but we are friends with many of
the adults and kids who are). There are students that feel that the shipboard
community is deeply rooted in systems of Whiteness and other forms of oppression. None of this, in my opinion, is outside what
might be expected in a community of 600 people of diverse backgrounds on a ship
together for 23 days. At the same time,
it does generate stress and I can see it building in the environment around me.
As far as work is concerned, I am loving my time in with the
students. I am working with a great group in both classes (Leadership class and
Service-Learning Class). We’ve been focusing on topics such as: implicit bias,
identity, PANing, service-learning philosophy, White savior complex, cycle of
socialization, etc. Thanks to all of my colleagues at CSU who helped me come up
with the curriculum for the courses! As an added bonus, I get to interact with
the students at meals and in other environments (pool deck, exercise room, etc.)
on the ship. It has created a really
cool vibe and strong communal environment.
One tradition of Semester at Sea is the extended family
program. Our family gets assigned to 7
students and our job is to take them in as part of our family unit. We have met
with our extended family twice so far.
They are really fun and it is a treat to run around the ship and
surprise them with post it notes on their doors and meals together. Last night we celebrated a birthday in our
extended family. It felt intimate and
sweet. This program also gives our kids
an opportunity to generate more relationships with the college students on the voyage.
As for the kids…They are all three doing well. Rig seems
to have aged about 10 years in the last 23 days. She’s so independent. I’m
really proud of how she’s showed up on the voyage so far. I’ve gotten a lot of feedback from people
about what a great friend she is to the other kids. She’s loving her roommates,
and has started a small business (bracelet making) called the Tipsy Diver with
the 10-13 year old girls. Wally has
bonded with the nerdy boys on the voyage and is almost always off with friends
or on the phone (so damn funny) trying to meet up with his crew. I’ve always kind of thought of him as our most
introverted kid but on the ship he is ALWAYS with others (and seems to like
it). He’s playing lots of Dungeons and Dragons and Pokémon. He figured out which kids have Nintendo
switch and he is lobbying pretty hard for us to buy him one. We made this part
of a homework assignment for him. He’s going to write a persuasive essay on why
he should get a Nintendo switch. Guthrie, of course, demands the most
attention. He’s slower to warm up to people, but once he does, he globs on like
a starfish. His sleep seems to be affected
the most by the time changes and he has been sleeping more in general (but with
many wake ups).
There are a million student groups and activities on the ship.
Last night was the talent show and it was fabulous! Two nights ago, was a
showing of some music videos that the video club made. It was so fun and
entertaining. I am showing up for the meetings
of the Diversity and Inclusion student group which is headed up by a student in
my leadership class. I am so impressed
by their conversation and how they are making meaning of their identities in
this context. It’s powerful stuff.
We get to Kobe, Japan, tomorrow, our first multi-day port. We will be meeting my favorite wingnut,
Ashley Withington, and exploring Kyoto and Osaka. We are so lucky. Thinking of home and sending a big Konichiwa
to all of you!
Hugs, JJJ
P.S. I have many pictures but the internet is basically nonexistent
so they are hard to upload.
I really find your reflections interesting. Thanks for taking the time. How is Ellie doing?
ReplyDeleteYou're compressing so much into your time, and in classic JJJ-style, it sounds like you're having loads of fun with post-it notes for your extended family, quality time with folks, and immersion into fascinating learning. I'm sorry about the turmoil and storming, and it's all part of the human experience, so I'm glad you're acknowledging it and making room for it even when it's uncomfortable.
ReplyDeleteNot much to report outside of my usual routine. Here's a little anecdote that represents the mildness of my world right now: I made a New Year's resolution to take the stairs at work (my office is on the 4th floor), and I'm still at it. This morning, I was coming up to the 4th floor landing, out of breath, and someone who appears to be ~30 years younger than I am held the door for me at the top of the landing as he was crossing from one hallway to the next. "Why are taking the stairs?" he asked. "New Years resolution," I gasped. He told me that he gets out of breath in the same way when he takes the stairs, and it's hard for him to catch his breath and talk, too, by the time he's on the 4th floor. I felt soooooo much better about my own huffing and puffing.
Love to you from quiet Denver.