our first night in the hab was… pretty rough.
like i said, we went out the night before. nothing crazy, but i think we crashed around midnight-1am. not bad. i set my alarm for 6:30–we were supposed to all meet in the cafeteria at 7:30. there were maybe 4 or 5 showers per floor (i think, i didn’t check out the other girls bathroom), and since i didn’t want to get stuck waiting, i wanted to make sure i was up early enough. contrary to what one might think, there are a ton of women/girls at space camp.
turns out, i didn’t really need my alarm. at 3:30am, a mass exodus of 65 children had an early fight back to puerto rico. holy shit, 65 children + luggage + 8 flights of stairs… SO LOUD. we all got woken up, basically. but i think i was the only one who actually got out of bed thinking it was wake up time. i gathered all my shower crap and walked over to my phone (other weird thing, not sleeping next to my phone, plug was way across the room).
i think most people would agree with me when i say that waking up and realizing you have 3 more hours to sleep… is one of the best feelings in the world. period.
i put my flip flops and shower stuff back, and passed out again. until 5:30. when i was woken up again. i don’t remember what it was this time, other than a bunch of people talking and rummaging about. it wasn’t as bad as the mass exodus. back to sleep until 6:30.
thing is, the wake ups weren’t the worst part. the worst part was the cold. our room had the AC on full blast. non stop. i get that alabama gets hot, but it was not hot that weekend. mid 50s/low 60s most of the time. and it’s not summer yet. john told us that alabama just keeps the AC on all the time. but we were not equipped for sub zero temperatures. we all froze our asses off. combine that with the super thin mattress and super thin blanket/sheets and super hard bed under the mattress… it was quite lovely.
it brought back fond memories of girl scout camp, despite how uncomfortable it was. to be honest, i could sleep anywhere at any time. i could sleep on/have slept on a rock. i could sleep curled up in/have slept curled up in an arm chair. i could pass out in our driveway. i have not passed out in our driveway… yet. my 30th birthday is just around the corner, so there’s still time. i can drink 2+ cups of coffee and still fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. it is a blessing, i must say.
but i know that the rest of our team was not so fortunate, and as a result, almost all of them booked the marriot for the following night. BUT I POWERED THROUGH.
anyway, COMMENCE, DAY 2!
As a charter member of the Marshall Center, McCool was instrumental in the design of the propulsion systems for the Saturn launch vehicles that propelled Project Apollo to the Moon and directed project engineering for Skylab, the first space science laboratory.
McCool also served as director of the Structures and Propulsion Laboratory at Marshall during the design of the Space Shuttle’s propulsion elements. He played a leadership role in engineering the shuttle’s main engine and solid rocket boosters.
side note: it is effing hard to hold one part in 1 hand, switch it with the new one (it’s a giant bowl on a stick that goes into a tiny tube on the wall, like threading a needle), while wearing big ass gloves, and trying to stay attached to the rope so you don’t swing away, by my 5th time, i was better at it
— Whitney Champion (@shortxstack) April 11, 2016
i prepared for the worst that night. we had mentioned the AC earlier in the day to john, how we almost froze the night before, but none of us expected anyone to actually adjust the temperature. so i went to bed in full gear–sweatpants, tank top, hoodie, and all the blankets.
little did i know that they would turn the heat on full blast instead.
that night, i got owned by space camp.