They suggested that I keep a journal in my workpad to help organize my thoughts at the end of the day. I guess that makes sense, so we're all keeping one. I hope they're not going to read these, but so what if they do? I mean, they've already evaluated every last atom of our lives XP so it doesn't make much difference.
I probably shouldn't write much today. My head's still spinning from all the excitement of arriving!
So...Hi Journal! My name is Ana Grace. I am twenty-five Earth Years old, although that seems kind of redundant now that we're no longer in a stellar orbit. I'm part of the group assigned to Project * (or just Project Star. We're not sure which to use)and I guess that's important, since it makes us the first human beings to work on an IPA Interspecies Station.
I suppose right now I'm still a little shocked from the realization that the seven others I came onboard with are the only other humans I'm going to see for a pretty long time. And it's not like I hadn't seen aliens before, after all I worked with them on the preparation back on Earth, but realizing that you're just eight humans on a station hosting over two-hundred nonhumans?
It's a little weird.
We just got shown to our quarters. It was a long trip here and I'm still a little sick from the wormhole jump, so I think I should sleep. Besides, I'm going to have to get used to working a new circadian rhythm.
More later. Maybe if I figure out how to use the scanner on this thing, I can try some drawing. I'm no artist, but I'd like to think that I can make a half-decent sketch now and then. :P
-Ana Out
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