ICE STATION: ZEBRA

When I signed up for this trip I didn't know anyone else going. This meant that my living situation, particularly my assigned roommates, would be pot-luck. Being an eternal optimist, I was never too concerned with this reality, but the anticipation of living with strangers can be daunting (see, MTV's The Real World). As luck would have it, I arrived to find that a first-year student from CSOL, Dain Reardon, was here and that we were assigned to a room together with some guy named William Waring from Mercer. Turns out that Will went to Rhodes College with Douglas Rushton, Hamp Markel, and Laura Caroline Johnson, and that one night Patrick was at a late night party and ended up giving Will a US History lesson. Small world.

Our room is not big, and none of us are small guys. To illustrate, I am the third biggest guy on the trip, but the smallest in our room. Dan played football at University of Colorado, and Will thinks he is a body builder. Actually, not only does he resemble my sophomore year roommate, Steve Notery, but they act a lot alike. Our room is smaller than most hotel/motels, and we just so happened to have been assigned the room with a leaky ceiling (caused by the unit above). Dan was here first and got the double bed, I got the cot and Will has the fold-out couch. The running joke among us is that our landlord might as well throw some Granada snakes in here just to make things interesting. Quickly, we have become fast friends and we all share a common interest in blasting our Air Conditioner to full-speed in an effort to combat the sultry weather. In this vein, we decided to name our room, "Ice Station: Zebra." Anyone who has lived in Charleston for a summer would understand the luxury of A-C, and the overwhelming sensation of walking into an ice cold room on a hot day.

Time for a siesta,

Hunter