Shiplife: Writing Assignment

The sheer fact that I am writing my journal while sitting poolside and listening to the colorful beats of Bob Marley is grounds enough to state that this is not the average college campus. Life aboard the MV Explorer is a magical world, a cultural cornucopia of students and crewmembers that alone are as diverse as the countries we make our way towards. Around every corner lies someone new to meet and although the process of repetitive questions is doomed to occur, we also see that when all is said and done, no state is free from representation and that the interrogation may find a common bond.
Ship life offers something rarely found in our modern-day society; the expulsion of social barriers. The Explorer is an escape from reality sharing the same principles of the Roman Baths in the time of the Empire. We have found a social haven where upon entering we are stripped of class and have the opportunity to mingle outside of our normal situation. Only here may a student share free-weights with his professor or you can find yourself seated next to the Archbishop for an evening meal like it is a natural occurrence.
This new way of life comes with a fresh set of social standards, where patches of Dramamine that secretly hide behind one’s ear become the newest fashion craze to be desired by old and young alike. Napping is no longer thought to be for the lazy and lax rather it weeds its way into the daily routine for most passengers. At any hour of the day a student may be found lying peacefully, with their bodies wrapped tight in a set of sheets, being lulled to sleep by the constant swaying of the ship. These beds, by the way, appear to be magic themselves, for as soon as you exit the room, even just for a few minutes, the beds seem to make themselves and call out for a warm body. Of course we know that the friendly cabin stewards are the ones to receive the thanks, but like the House-Elves from Harry Potter, they are so good at their jobs they find ways to appear invisible.