Feeling Sentimental.

WARNING: This is slightly sappy and sentimental/not as sarcastic as I usually am. Stop judging me.

This week is the final week of the Oxford Hilary term, meaning we are 8 weeks into our stay. I occasionally think about leaving these fine fellows and returning to my home institution. Living somewhere other than Vines, in England, with these 32 lovely human beings. Something that was hard for me to grasp was how I can have such a deep love for everyone in the house, while I’ve only known these folk for roughly two months. How can you care so deeply for someone you’ve only just met? Then I stumbled upon a quote that I believed summed up how such strong feelings can evolve.

I think you could fall in love with anyone
if you go to see the parts of them no one else gets to see. 
Like if you followed them around for a day
and saw them crying in their bed or
singing to themselves as they make a sandwich. 
I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable
you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them. 
-some probably depressed angsty teen on tumblr 

That’s it, we live together. There are some individuals who I spend roughly 10 hours a day with. Which means my relationship with them is like a full time job. We see each other at every emotional state imaginable, kinda like an excessively large polygamous relationship. We’re together from dawn to dusk, through rain or shine (but usually just more rain), sickness and health. Whether we’re sleep deprived, over caffeinated, over worked, obnoxious, talkative, hangry, hungover, anxious, depressed, or overjoyed, we’ve been through it all. The late night cereal consumption. The 3-7am chats. The boys equally enjoying girly movie nights (Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging & Mean Girls). The struggle up Headington Hill. The generosity of instant coffee and chocolate. Questioning each other’s sexuality. Learning to cook for the masses. Transitioning in and out of deep philosophical talks to sexual innuendoes. Playing card games. The mental exhaustion of double weeks. Brawl/Super Smash Brothers. Becoming partially nocturnal. Etc.

I’ve never felt so fully accepted by any group of people. I know that they still accept me if I’m makeup-less leaping through the house talking in sound effects, or curled up begging people to comfort me while I eat chocolate and cry. Someone’s at least three people, got me.

Lastly I present a list of 19 of my favourite memories, I give to you: nostalgia.

1. Playing in the sun in the backyard.
2. Twister Tuesdays on Sundays
3. The cuddle couch.
4. Y.U.M
5. London Day trips.
6. The kitchen, at any hour after 10pm.
7. Brad’s birthday night out.
8. Manchester United game.
9. Murder Mystery Party
10. Dancing the night away in our common room.
11. Making “healthy” cookies.
12. Meltdowns on my floor with Bekah.
13. Walks with Wes and Beks.
14. Cheap coffee at Norham.
15. Rearranging my room during an all nighted, thx Alex.
16. Staying awake for 56 hours.
17. The White Horse.
18. Developing my love for cappuccinos.
19. The awkward transition from strangers to best friends.

I love you all.

No sleep….’till Brooklyn!

Once upon a time my 8th-grade self had the brilliant idea to drink ten 5-hour energy drinks and stay awake for 50 hours. My best friend’s brother immediately informed me about how absolutely idiotic that is and how I would die. Well how’s laughing now, Jordan? Thats right folks, I stayed awake for 56 hours *internet high-five 8th grade-self*

Who? ME. I will take the credit for this terrible decision.

What? Stayed awake for 56 hours.

When? I went to bed Saturday night, woke up Sunday, and didn’t go back to sleep until Tuesday night.

Where? The University of Oxford, where else?

Why? I had 8 essays due in 15 days, I got a taddddd behind, and ended up having two due on a Tuesday. To get it all done, I simply just worked for 50 hours straight.

How? Caffeine and panic.

Did I hallucinate? No. I got excessively paranoid Monday night, but that was all.

I would say overall the experience wasn’t actually that terrible. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I have become fairly nocturnal over the past couple weeks, so the worst hours were actually between 6am-9am rather than 3am-6am. Luckily I was able to substitute sleep for diet coke, cheap coffee, chocolate, and friendship. We went out for our friend’s birthday Saturday night and that was the last time I slept for a very long time. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday consisted of reading, writing, tumblr, Facebook, and looking up ideal internships. Unfortunately, there was an illness going around right as I was finishing my allnighters and lucky me, I got it. So now I’m resting and recooperating, last night I slept for 17 hours so I think my body has to be close to balancing itself out. Anywho, below is a video of some of the highlights from the last bit of my horrible decision. Enjoy.

(I apologise for the terrible video quality).

Adventures in England.

Over the past couple weeks I’ve had some of the best and worst of my times here at Oxford. Don’t fret, they are highlighted below. Highlights include: Day trip to London, 5 papers in 13 days (turned into 4 in 8), a Manchester United football game, my whack sleep schedule, late night chats, a black tie affaire, dancing, museums, trip planning, beds breaking, meltdowns, and the occasional sunny day. Details below.

1. Day trip to London. What a better way to start the month of February than a day trip to the city of London. Because of #4, I missed the group bus ride into the city. A battle began against my inner introvert who was wanting to sulk around the empty house sipping tea and reading away, but alas, I pulled myself from my slumber put on a dress and a perfect shade of lipstick (red, obviously) and away I went. After meeting up with some of the girls by the Marble Arch we were off to Trafalgar Square. We explored the National Gallery, hollllaaaa at those free museums #thanksEnglishtaxpayers #socialism, and got to see Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. And let me tell you, it was so worth the 1+ hour wait, not to get all earthy hipster artsy on you, but it was a moving experience. Then we wandered around the city in search of good coffee and St. Paul’s Cathedral. Both of which we found. Thanks to our affiliation to Wycliffe Hall, we were invited to attend the Evensong service at special setting amongst the choir (which happens to be a world’s renowned boy’s choir). The night was spent attempting to find a Jazz club that would transport us back in time. While were not able to find a Gatsby Party, we found a few nice pubs, stumbled in and out of Chinese New Year celebrations, and took in the city of London overlooking the River of Thames.

2. 5 papers in 13 days; but now 4 in 8 days. Probably the main reason my posting has be lacking is the vast amount of work that I’ve been procrastinating doing. If I survive this next 9 days, upon completion you’ll find me curled up in a ball and probably clutching my new bottle of lilac hair dye or a bottle of bleach. Or lets be honest, both.

3. Manchester United Game. This past weekend I had the pleasure of attending a game at Old Trafford. We spent the day wandering around Manchester, I realised how much of a nerdy bunch we were when thinking about how we spent our free time: visiting their cathedral and the John Rylands Library where everyone fangirled over the Rylands St John Fragement of the Bible (aka the oldest dated New Testament writing to survive). It took three separate tram rides to fit all 6 of us in to make it to the Old Trafford station. British people don’t know the art of mastering the trams like I’ve seen on the L. We had seats as far back of the stadium as we could get, but it was still amazing. The air was filled with excitement, pride, and overpriced alcohol (Fun fact, beer bottles aren’t allowed within the stadium now because fans used to throw them onto the field/start to many fights). Manchester couldn’t keep their lead and Fulham tied up the game in the last bit of extra time. Still, I had been warned on the tram ride there that the game would change my life, and oddly enough I think they were right… Nothing tops Europeans and their pride for their football teams.

4. I’ll just give you a run down of my sleep over the past few days. Whoops.

• Thursday: woke up at 12, went to bed at 6.
• Friday: woke up at 12, went to bed at 5 am.
• Saturday: wake up at 4 pm, didn’t go to bed.
• Sunday: slept for 45 min on the bus ride to Manchester, slept maybe 2 hours on the bus ride back to Oxford, fell asleep at 7.30 am.
• Monday: Woke up at 3pm, went to bed around 4.30am.
• Tuesday: Woke up at 10.30, then 12.15, then 3.30p and we’ll see when I’m going to bed.

5. Late Night Chats. As the eyes grow weary the talk grows heavier, but not necessarily, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve met some of the most wonderful people here and I will continue to sacrifice my sleep to hear anything and everything they are willing to share with me.

6. A Black Tie Affair. Or a black tie pizza dinner rather. Here at Oxford we like juxtaposition, and so what better way to spend a Friday than eating pizza in fancy clothes. We had a photo op, and it was divine.

7. Dancing. It’s becoming a fairly common, okay fine it happened twice, occurrence for our fearless leaders Brad and Nancy to tend to their flock and attempt to teach us how to dance. And when I say dance I mean Waltz, Salsa, Tango, Swing, and a bunch of other styles I’ve never heard of. I started off laughing and thinking it was so stupid, now I’m that girl who goes around and makes everyone come join in. Thx middle school dance class.

8. Most (if not all) of England’s museums are free. This term I’ve only made it to the Pitt River (Oxford), and National Gallery (London). I still want to go to the Tate Modern (London), Freud’s house (London), and the Ashmolean (Oxford) to name a few.

9. Trip Planning. As of now it looks like I’m going to be spending about 2 months gallivanting around Europe, sleeping on trains, and living out of a backpack. And I. Can’t. Wait. Candidates for travel include: Spain, France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Copenhagen, Netherlands, Norway, Sweden, Germany, Czech Republic, Hungary, Croatia, Austria, Switzerland, Greece, and Turkey. (Got any places I should see there? Friends of a Friends’ Mother that will let me sleep on her couch? TELL MEEEEE).

10. Last night my top bunk bed decided to start to collapse, that was fun. Don’t worry, it’s fixed now, but I think I like my bed on the floor better than the top bunk anyways.

11. Meltdowns. Let’s just say its been an emotional few weeks for, um everyone. Tears, chocolate, walks, and diet coke.

12. We’ve had TWO sunny days in the past couple weeks and they have been so great. Now we might still have flooding problems, and I may have had to tread water to get myself and my bike through the cycle path, but the sun was out and when the sun is shinning, all your problems melt away. Until the sun sets at 5pm and you realise you didn’t get anything done toady and you have 4 papers to write in 8 days and a tutorial in two hours you know nothing about, but hey, c’est la vie.

Back at it again for round two.

After hopping on the plane at LAX  STL and O’Hare with pleanty more than my jeans and a cardigan  I’m back across the pond to finish up my final (*tear*) term at the University of Oxford. Today marks the two week anniversary of my arrival. It’s very strange to think that I haven’t actually known my housemates (all 32 of them) for at least like 5 weeks; when you’re spending over 10 hours a day with everyone, you get real close real fast.

Not to mention that we have some pretty good bonding techniques that have been employed. In addition to the orientation that the newcomers endured, we’ve had a chilli night, pub excursions, food groups, and my personal favourite, Twister Tuesdays on Sundays (or really on any day of the week except Tuesdays). There’s no faster way to bring a group together than eliminating one’s personal bubble and turning a children’s game into an amateur Olympic Sport. But really though, at one point I was supporting two or three men on my torso and I was sore for roughly a week after our first night (we played for at least two hours).

Aside from playing twister and biking a minimum of 5 miles every day (yyesss, I know it’s not thatttt much but when you’re totes out of shape it’s not exactly pleasant, especially when returning home is over halfway up hill) we’ve had the occasional dance session (I learned some basic steps to swing maybe? and something else?, basically I just like to wear twirly dresses and be spun around).

When we’re not being oddly physical for a group of scholarly introverts, I work work work worrkk. 1st week just finished, so I’m officially 2 essays into Hilary Term. I was really blessed that both of my tutors are super encouraging and helpful with clarifying the totally concrete theories of psychology.

On another note, my skull also got busted open, that was fun. I wish I could tell you I fell on a rock after fighting lions or something, but really technology hates me and my iPad jumped off it’s home on the shelf and knocked me in the head while I was sleeping. I also managed to spill some diet coke in/on/around my computer as a can decided to leak open in my backpack. Somehow I escaped both of these disasters rather unscathed; my head is healing, and after being left to dry for the weekend my laptop has a couple freckles (discolouration/water spots?) on the screen now.

This is a picture of my head, a few days after it happened, after I washed it and removed the clotted blood/natural red hair dye. SHOT OUT TO BEKAH THOMAS FOR THIS FAB PIC.

I’m additionally beginning to plan my adventures for this term. I’m officially booked to go to Iceland. Hollaaaaa. Which will be sups cool. (Terrible pun intended). I have 2-5 weeks after term to gallivant around Europe, any comments on things to see, places to go/stay, websites to check out, I’d LOVE to hear your input. srsly. I know I’m going to be hitting up Scottland and Spain, but besides that I’m open to ideas. Airbnb and couch surfing are my current God-sends for housing, though I’m still a little skeptical about couch surfing, I’m not trying to get Taken or anything. But like I said, I’d love to hear about your own experiences, or even that one guy’s ex-girlfriends’, dad’s brother’s kid’s experience you heard that one time at band camp. Let’s be friends.

Cheers/xoxo

P.S. These are my friends. For some reason they embrace me even when I only talk to them in sound effects and curl up on them like a cat.

Lyfe.

In case you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to, this is an accurate depiction. Oxford term down, just one last SCIO paper (4,000 words on sex, I can do this).

xoxox

All aboard the struggle bus.

Soooo, I’ve been tossing and turning for a few hours now and I’ve decided that since I’ve run out of lives on candy crush I might as well do something instead of pretend to sleep. I think my five hour nap from 5-10pm might have effed up my sleep schedule a little. Life has been interesting lately, pretty much a continual struggle so I’ll give you some of the highlights.

First off we had a trip to Ireland (pictures coming soon, I’m going through those tomorrow during lecture). We all made it to London and were going to begin our first Ryanair experience, after completing the first test of getting to the airport (the girls I was traveling with had some serious bus troubles) . PRO TIP: you have to check in at the Ryanair counter before going through security, even if you checked in online and aren’t checking any luggage. Weelllll, none of us read the fine print and we were unaware of this requirement. After making it through security and waiting around to find out gate, we head over to board the plane when we’re informed (30 minutes before take off) we can’t board because we didn’t have our passports looked at earlier. So we ran through the airport, back out of security, to their desk, find no one, wait for someone, wait for someone else, get the stamp, run back through security, through the airport and by the grace of God we made it on the flight. Still not sure how we pulled that one off.

Our stay in Ireland was brief, but lovely. Everyone we encountered was incredibly friendly and went out of their way to help us when we were looking lost, like people came up and offered directions and one couple even took us to the restaurant we were trying to find. The night we got in we went to Temple Bar (the nightlife area of Dublin) and wondered around, found a few pubs&clubs that were a throw back (definitely danced to Mr. Brightside and Rolling on the River/Proud Mary). Then we had a lovely walking tour of Dublin and saw the likes of Dublin Castle, Trinity College, The Old Parliament House, and St. Stephen Green’s to name a few. The next day we split up and Emily and I went to Blarney and Cork while Tatum and Olivia visited the Clift’s of Moher. I loved our trip to Blarney and Cork, I kissed the Blarney stone so if you’re wondering why I’m so eloquent now days it’s most likely due to the ‘gift of the gab’ that was bestowed upon me.  Our last day in Dublin we visited Kilmainham Gaol, a former Dublin jail now used as a museum and backdrop for various movies (none of which I can remember, except that it was NOT Shawshank Redemption).

On my trip to Dublin I got sick and I’ve been fighting it since, I’m down to just a sore throat though so take that germs! For my next adventure I’m headed to Amsterdam, which I leave for on Thursday. Since Thanksgiving isn’t a thing here and England, I’m spending my holiday on a bus, HOLLLAAAA. Thats right, I can take a coach from Oxford to Amsterdam (with a pit stop in London; 28 hours round trip). Two tutorials to finish before I’m on my way, then I return to  three remaining papers; my illness put me behind as I was supposed to only have two papers when I returned but, c’est la vie.

In other news, Oxford lyfe is the strug lyfe. I’ve written over 75 pages/20,000 words so far this semester and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I do not wish to be an academic for my career. I’ll stick to working at finding a way to get paid to live: Kardashians, I’m looking at you.

I’m trading out my piercing needles for hair dye.

After 5 boxes of bleach, some toner, and two washes with purple shampoo I have finally reached the first level of white(ish) hair (I’m stilllll wanting to go whiter, but I’m letting my hair rest at this colour). I’d say the process was fairly similar to, this experience. HUUUGGGEEEEE shout out to the lovely Sam, for bleaching my hair three times (even without his scarf).

For your entertainment I have provided the picture below, showing the many stages of hair colour I went through. From fairly natural to Eminem to young almost old lady. 

A better picture will be added to facebook soon.

Why you may ask did I decide to strip my hair of all it’s natural goodness? Well, I’m running out of places on my ears I wish to pierce. Additionally, my grandfathers heart is not in the best condition at the moment and I didn’t want to risk killing him with the words “I got a tattoo.” Alas, what is left? My beautiful golden locks, now even more golden.  Girl Code did a good job explaining why women change their hair colour, one of my favourite quotes on the matter I’ve included below:

I was going to say, ‘hope you like it’ but quite frankly I love it and your opinion on my hair doesn’t really matter. But I do hope you are having a lovely day (:

xoxo

On dat werk grind.

First THUNDERSTORM of England, so I’m spending it enjoying some Cadbury caramels with you (now don’t you feel honoured), sorry you (probably) aren’t also enjoying said caramels while you peer into the inner workings of my life. Additionally, an apology to those who use my blog as a main insight into my life. I understand that transatlantic travel and average of a six hour time difference with most of you can make constant communication difficult. 

I’m in 2nd week, so basically Oxford term is made up of 9 weeks (1-8 is term and 0 week is pre-term, orientation/acclimation). I got back from my Italy/France trip in 0 week, I think we did six cities in ten days but more impressively twelve gelato in six days (: 

1st week entailed two tutorials, so two papers one for each of my primary and secondary tutorials, developmental psychology and psychological disorders, respectively. For each of my tutorials I attend two lectures a week and I also attend two for my seminar so six hours a week I spend listening to really smart people tell me about the field their passionate about. After my oh so positive review *sarcasm* on my first paper I wrote in England I was mildly terrified to turn these in. Not to mention that motivation has not been easy for me to find lately and I may or may not have written both of these papers in roughly 16 hours: 3,000 words, 14 sources, much diet coke, dominos, and a 30someodd hour gap in my sleep schedule. But it was worth it, I got good encouraging remarks on my papers (PTL I’m writing for psychologists again, my scientific style wasn’t appreciated by the history faculty). Also, in case you were wondering, marks on my second two British Landscape essays improved and my writing style is no longer “mostly poor.” HOOLLAAAAA. 

The day after I turned in my papers I met with my tutors and discussed Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, types of anxiety disorders, how CBT can help said disorders, depression, ways to improve (or test effectiveness) of CBT, how infants pick up speech (apparently it is actually helpful to talk to them in that annoying BBBBAAAABBBYYY voice, you know the same one we speak to dogs in?), experiments, and loads of other things. We don’t get ‘graded’ per say, we get constructive criticism on every essay and when we return home, in December, I find the grades I earned for the semester. Partially relieving and partially terrifying, the idea behind it is if you simply get a grade you focus only on the grade and less on how to continually improve. 

Now into week two, getting into the swing of things. I found a mindfulness class I’m attending, considering dance and yoga, maybe writing for a fashion blog, trips to Ireland as well as an undecided location are in the midst. Its turning up to be a lovely term. 

cheers lovelies. 

xoxoxo 

 

Surreal.

First week of “classes”= accomplished.
I did it, I survived my first week of pre-term at the University of Oxford. Wut.

So the Oxford schooling system is quite different from that which American students are used to. There is a lot of independent study that happens, they give you the resources (11 million books, 100 libraries, and incredibly intelligent tutors) and let you do with your time as you wish. Mondays and Tuesdays we have viewings and lectures in the mornings, with a break in between for tea (obvi). Wednesdays we have a lecture over where we will be taking our field trip on Thursday, making Thursday a field trip day. This past week we went to Winchester and this coming week we’re going to Bath, if I don’t get to take a bath in bath I’ll be sadly disappointed. We had a reading day on Friday, but generally we will have lectures and viewings like Monday and Tuesdays. The rest of our day is spent reading and writing, apparently we read an average of 20 hours a week, and write 150 pages per semester (9 DOWN, 141 TO GO..). A fairly accurate description of that struggle can be found, here. Lets just say it took lots of caffeine, a 5 a.m. bed time, and patient friends to get through that tragedy.

Our field trip to Winchester we went to see Winchester College, an all boys public school (British Public=American Private; College= high school), that our fearless leader Christopher Robbin Dr. Jonathan Kirkpatrick attended. If you receive a scholarship to go there you get tuition, room and board, and most importantly a gown. Yes, that really does exist. We also saw the St. Cross Hospital, not actual a hospital, more so a place to help the less fortunate, and the Winchester Cathedral, which was absolutely gorgeous. On our way around town we also saw the home Jane Austin used to live in, so that’s pretty cool.

Besides that, I really do live in a library; lucky for me it’s a pretty gorgeous place (proof below). One of the libraries (Duke Humphrey) is even where some of Harry Potter was filmed, though I still haven’t seen any of the films, it’s pretty cool to say I really do study at Hogwarts.

After turning in our papers, it was a pretty unanimous decision that a post paper shopping detox was a must have for the weekend. I gave in and bought a backpack…namely because me riding a bike in the rain is a struggle enough, not to mention adding the weight of half a library into a handbag pulling me sideways. Additionally, my suitcases are a taddd to big to meet the requirements for the sketchy tiny airline companies I’ll be flying with over midterm break. FRANCE AND ITALY BABYYYY 😀

Well until then, Cheers.

Procrastinating Already.

While I should probably definitely be reading, writing, researching, discovering, or doing any other array of productive activity, I think I’d rather blog (so still writing, yeah..?).  I’m feeling sassy and unproductive, so I figured this would be a good alternative.

I’m currently bundled up in my bed, trying to figure out England’s weather system. Central air-conditioning doesn’t exist, and on any given day you can go from chilly, to sunny, to rainy, to freezing (in any order) within (an) hour(s). Kinda annoying and kinda fun, it’s like a game; all the seasons in one day.

This past week was a whirlwind. I am fairly certain I walked more in these past 7 days, than I did all summer. I’m currently here for “pre-term” classes. The Michaelmas (fall quarter) of the Oxford term doesn’t begin until October, so we are taking some classes earlier to even out the quarter system with a semester. The two classes that we’re in are British Landscape and an integrative Seminar, for me that’s Philosophy (not my best decision, I’m not sure why I thought taking my first ever Philosophy class at Oxford was a good idea). For British Landscapes we have four required field trips and I believe three optional field trips, along with viewings (documentaries), lectures, and three papers to write on our concentration of the course (Art History for me). This finishes up the end of September, right before our midterm break. The seminar continues through the term, and in the end I’ll have one huge paper that accounts for 80% of my grade. Joy. In the meantime I’ll have two readings a week, a discussion group, and two lectures a week once term starts to attend.

Thursday was our first field trip. We went to St. Albans, which used to be the Ancient Roman city of Verulamium. Once upon a time it was a happening town, now a lot of the ruins are under a town park, but there is a museum showcasing some of the ancient finds and a separate building to show an old mosaic floor.

Once a city, now a park.

Some of my favourite museum finds. 

We also visited what used to be a theatre, I’m still not really sure how historians know what everything used to be. I’m fairly convinced they all make it up as they go. Though this story is my favourite history tidbit I’ve learned thus far. Boudica‘s husband past away and she was left in charge of the Iceni people. The Roman King was not pleased with this and instead, confiscated  the land, took rule of the people,  and raped the daughters. Furious, Boudica led a revolt against the King. In the rebellion she had three towns were burned down, including this theatre, and between 70-80,000 people died. Moral of the story? Don’t mess with a red head, or a mother’s children.

We also went to St. Alban’s Cathedral, which was gorgeous and had a lovely lunch at a local restaurant that had ah-mazing food.

Friday was our first day of classes, without any form of orientation included. Naturally our day went something like: Viewing, tea, lecture, lunch, seminar, library, library, library. We were supposed to pick our first module essay topic for the British Landscape on Wednesday, so obviously come Friday night I had to change mine. After spending my afternoon in the library, frustrated trying to understand the system –> 1st off there are over 100 libraries in Oxford, and over 11 million YES MILLION books. You can only go to your own College library, but there are other libraries you can go to around town. Just because there are books there, doesn’t mean you can check them out. Most libraries you can only check out books from the faculty libraries, which may or may not be their own building, or within a different library. Of the books that are within the libraries there are both closed and open stack books. Open stack books you can waltz in and take off a shelf. Closed books requires a lovely lady named Donna to drive a forklift around a warehouse outside of Oxford, find your book, and have it delivered to the reading room of your choice, which you may or may not be able to check the book out from. Don’t be silly, those aren’t the only rules, but I’ll stop there.

So after my frustration with the newfound library system, I went home, grabbed some Pret, and watched a couple episodes of Weeds to unwind. Then I went back to a library, this time, my college library, to work on my paper, where I decided I wanted to switch my topic (I’ve settled on the Bayeux Tapestry), so I had to find/request new resources so I could actually start my paper, one of these days…

Eventually I gave up studying for the night, and Sam and I went out to explore the summer night life of Oxford. We went to this pub called the Wig and Pen, I think to fully fit in we should have either had a group of 6 minimum, or been 10 years older. Put hey, it was fun to go out and wander around in hopes of knowing where places to be are. Plus we got ice cream on the way home, so I can’t think of a better way to end a Friday night.

Cheers.