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Semester at Sea
I have been home for over 3 years... and that ship is still my home, I still miss falling asleep to the movement of the ship, and I am still amazed with how much pasta and potatoes I ate on just one voyage. 3 Years later and none of these thoughts have faded.
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I never thought in a million years that I would embark on a journey of a life time. Its taken a lot of hard work to get to where I am. I've searched all over the world to find myself and today I can proudly say...I WAS HERE! Sometimes you have to say goodbye to the places and the people who have made a major impact in your life and left their imprint on your heart. You see that's the funny thing about life, it can take you so many places you never thought you could go, do, or see. I chose to leave my past behind and travel the world for 107 days in hopes that when I return, my life would be forever changed. In life you have to take a risk and try something new that prospers serenity through growth, knowledge, and independence. I chose to open my heart and mind up to a world outside of the United States and that made all the difference. I can honestly say I left my footprints behind, leaving a trail that one day I will soon retrace. This is only the beginning... Thank you Semester at Sea. find out more from SAS http://www.myvirtualpaper.com/doc/sem... Embarking on a journey of a life time. Semester at Sea fall 2012. Atlantic Exploration. Come "SEA" the World through my eyes. This is my story..... visit Semester at Sea online http://www.semesteratsea.org/ FIND ME: Instagram: global_grind_mmxiii Facebook: Donovan T. Smalls FOX 29 (GUEST APPEARANCE) CLIP http://www.myfoxphilly.com/story/2274... (high school play Article) Written, directed and Produced a Play called "Gossip: The Rumor is Out" (Camden Academy High school senior year 2010) http://rowaninvestigates.wordpress.co... LinkedIn Profile http://www.linkedin.com/in/donovansma... I lived. I loved. I was here.
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An Unwilling Suspension of Belief
I had to rip my friends away from a hobo that was french-kissing their cheeks on the beaches of Hawaii. In Japan, I somehow ended up getting myself into a robot strip club swarmed with fat business men. A motorcycle came inside the store in Vietnam as I was trying on dresses and left just as nonchalantly as it had entered.
I got my nose pierced, knocked the piercing off into a puddle of puke at a nightclub in Singapore at 4 in the morning and had to clean it in tequila before forcefully shoving it back into my nose - and drinking the tequila. I met a monk that took me to his monastery in the slums of Yangon, where we were welcomed by his master over tea. I took a night train to nowhere in particular in India with a guy I'd met that morning at breakfast, because why not.
This all happened within the past two months. And yet, when people ask me what's up, I still answer a short “Not much” and get on with my day. Because “people” here are my shipmates, 800 of them, and they are all, quite literally, on the same boat as I am.
Everyone aboard the M.V. Explorer has elephant pants and longyis; a shaved head; a tailored dress from Vietnam and a saree they got in Delhi; a designated boat ho that they hate (or resort to, or both); a tattoo or piercing they got in a place of questionable hygiene; a secret spot to journal in private (and a journal); a table they always eat in; a group of people they always eat with; and a new found spite for all things pasta, all things potatoes, all things pork.
They've climbed the Great Wall. They've watched in awe as the sun rose over Bagan. They've been extorted by Nigerian club owners in Japan just as much as I have, so it's no biggie to them when I narrate how I seized the chance to hang around in my underwear when my roommates went off on some adventure, only to discover a group of Chinese Coast Guards staring intently at my butt from a boat next to my cabin window.
My theory is that none of this is real. Sharing them with hundreds of people turns extraordinary experiences into ordinary days out. It's only really real when we tell them to strangers on buses, when we finally get a hold of our parents and narrate the latest adventure. Only when we see the spark in the other person's eye as they get excited with our stories do we start to feel their tangibility, to recognize the smells, to hear the streets we left behind.
So I'll tell you about my travels later. Right now they're only things that happened to me. I'll tell them when they have meaning, when they have purpose. I'll tell them when they're stories. Right now I can't do it, I'm too busy being alive.
So we had a joke about how many people named Lauren were on my SAS voyage but I just counted and there was legit 10 of us roaming that ship with the same name.
that's a really high concentration of Laurens just sayin'
