I am sitting in my bed, which is in a room with a bunch of other beds. Some of my classmates are also in their beds, and it appears that we are sleeping in some sort of med school cabin arrangement. Next to each of our beds is a fridge, but that’s it. Maria and some second years come in and start to talk to our bunk about a school trip they are planning: they are chartering a large, wooden ship to take us across the pond to the Baltic Sea in the dead of winter. From there, we will each get our own smaller wooden ship and we will caravan around the icy waters. Along the way, we will be doing things like ice diving, tagging walruses, and breaking through ice floes (you know, med school stuff!). Eventually, we will moor in a fjord and climb a mountain where we will stay in a luxurious cabin and climb up to higher slopes. Food and plenty of beer will be stocked on each ship. After they give their spiel, we are all clammering excitedly about it. Maria comes over to my bed and tells me she is an organizer and thus will clearly be going. This is all the convincing I need. Somebody says non-chalantly “Of course R will be there, there’s beer on his ship!” I laugh it off for this is a far better jest than had he said that I was going only because Maria is going. I make a little show-response that gets some laughs as I reach from my bed to my fridge, crack a beer, and settle into my comfy bed for the night. It’s lights out time, after all.

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