Snack O'Clock

Same old news aboard the TSES… we’re still near Scotland, and cadets are still studying into the wee hours for Rules of the Road tomorrow.

We are officially back into the swing of things with classes, exams, and, of course, a fine array of dining options and desserts, I’ve noticed something interesting in the evening hours.   It is well known that at about 2050, there is a “snack bar”that opens in the mess deck for cadets studying or working into the late hours of the evening.  (Don’t worry – we officers get our own up in the officer’s mess for those of us coming off or going on watch!)  Usually there is any combination of pizza, pretzels, nachos, and popcorn.  Word is that we go through 78 pizzas per night!

So anyway, back to the library… In the middle of study sessions every so often, I’ve heard what sounds like a cell phone going off.  Now of course, being somewhere in these roundabouts near Scotland, not to mention about three flights down from Main Deck, there should be no reception for such technologies.  But for some reason, every night at 2050 around this one particular table, a phone definitely rings.  I asked the students tonight, “So you really get reception out here?”  And his answer? “Oh! It’s not ringing – it’s just my alarm for snack time!”  Touche.

From the other side of the room, we have a shout out tonight from Ariel Beebe, who says “Hi Mama Wilson!”

For Responses to Blog:

Many thanks, Carol and Ann Marie!  I will certainly look out for your cadets, and thank them for all their hard work!  I’ll say hi for you too

To Bob Fey, Dengel wants me to say: “Bob, you better retire soon, because you’ll be coming aboard with the rest of us!”  Such a charmer, that Brian!

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