Day Negative 7 - One Week Till Takeoff

In the midst of studying for my last final of the year tomorrow, I have found time to write a little something for the blog. I have succumbed to Catherine’s pestering and will have to overlook the fact that Ben is giving me absolutely no help.

For those that don’t know me, my name is Will. I am just finishing up my sophomore year at Garfield and I will be the blogger for the TSC trip to Nicaragua. For the reader, I am your passport, and through my blogs you may adventure along with the TSC team. Previous TSC bloggers all are, or have been, writers for the Garfield Messenger and I fully understand that the shoes I am attempting to fill are huge. I would love to say that I am a trained writer, but to be honest, I am not. As a matter of fact, my dad just read an essay of mine from language arts this year and said, “Well, I don’t blame your teacher for giving you a bad grade. It’s not very good. It’s really awkwardly written.” Hopefully he won’t comment on any of my posts.

As the pressures of finals and knowledge that this is my last chance to get that one B in that one class up to an A loom over me, I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. And that light is that the trip to Nicaragua is now less than a week away. For the past few months our team has been working diligently doing everything from fundraising to meeting at lunch to going an overnight bonding trip to Abe’s cabin and in Wenatchee. For me, at least, preparation for this trip has been a very time-consuming process. And all I have had to do is attend meetings and write this one blog, so I can’t imagine what it’s been like for the people higher up in the TSC food chain.

The week for TSC began with working time at InterConnection on Saturday. For those that don’t know, InterConnection is where we refurbish computers. We hadn’t been there in a while, and I know many people worked their rear-ends off making sure each computer was in tip-top shape. Along with Catherine and Bob (without whom I would not have survived my short one-hour shift), Izzy was the star of the show putting in (as I understand) more hours than anyone on Saturday. If that is wrong, I apologize to whoever did log the most hours. The point is Izzy knew what he was doing and did a great job. Nice, Izzy.

On Thursday we will all make the trip to Ben’s house for the “networking party.” From what I understand, networking is fun. When I asked Madeleine what learning to network meant, she responded with, “OH YAAAAAAY! Red, blue, blue, red, brown, yellow, green, brown, pink, olive green, red-orange, blah, blah, bleh, bleh, nah, nah, la.” So apparently we will be memorizing colors. It seems simple enough.

Then Saturday we head out to Bob’s house for the “packing party.” This should be our last “party” before we leave. Partying by the TSC crew will be resumed once we reach the Finca Magdalena on Ometepe Island.

As the blogger and voice of this trip I am going to be the first to say that I AM SO PSYCHED TO BE AT SEA-TAC AT 4 IN THE MORNING! I know many of you are thinking about how much fun getting a thorough pat down by security and sitting on the floor watching the little blue TV screen tell us that our plane has been delayed for 3 hours (…God forbid) will be after a night of only a few hours of sleep. Hopefully people will want to get breakfast there with me because airport breakfasts are mi preferido (just thought I’d work in some Spanish for practice. If anyone’s confused, I meant “favorite”).

As takeoff time approaches, just remember not to get too excited; there is still one more day left of school. So my words of wisdom are: try your best and stay brilliant. Also, be safe because I would literally cry if someone broke a bone between now and the time we leave. Please don’t make me cry. I hate crying. And, on that note, I’ll leave you with some Spanish I have picked up!

Yo soy une hombre sincero

Guatanamera, guajira Guantanamera




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