Deceptively Underdue

Saturday 19th August 2012 - 8.37pm.
Before I begin unveiling more tedious insights of my life in Ohio I would like to take the time to expose you all to this big ass motherfucker.

Do not even try and deny the fact you are quacking in your seat. It was at very least 5 inches long, I have bore witness to smaller penis'.

Moving swiftly onwards, I feel like this blog post is long overdue as so much has happened in the last 48 hours. Hereafter all of the irksome administrative tackle has been executed, touch wood, it is finally time to exercise my social skill and make some friends. My room-mate joined me in room 346 this week, she is a very nice, genuine girl so in that respect I have been blessed. The remaining girls on my corridor are also benevolent and receptive, though I do think my foreign accent is working in my favour.

Above is a picture of marching band practising on Friday afternoon before the ceremony. All the freshman of Bowling Green attended a Pep Rally last night, in order to welcome us to the community. Words will never do this experience justice. There were cheerleaders to your left, mascots to your right and marching band where ever you glanced. We were encouraged to stand and chant the universities anthem. I am proud to report I did not let the side down, acting as a typically conservative Brit with her arms crossed unable to participate as my cheeks were flushed bright red and a look on my face that could only be depicted as mortifying.

On completion of the erratic culture-shock that was my first pep rally, I took the shuttle bus to Meijer (this is another American department store akin to Wal-Mart) where freshmen were given freebies in the form of make-up bags, sanitary items and food. Once my innate need for complimentary hot dogs had been quenched I returned to my boudoirs for some much needed shut eye.  

Today's excursion through campus proved that similarly to Wolverhampton/Keele, I am not going to be able to venture outside without being warmly greeted by at least one individual. Consequently my already overpowering arrogance has taken a turn for the worst leaving me more conceited than before. I'm dubious as to whether this is a positive out come: even so I shall try not to deviate, even for self-reflection. Our corridor was set the chagrin task of cultivating a chant to present to the rest of Harshman Quadrangle at the Hall meeting. Please feel free to sing along to the ostentatious tune of 50 Cent's P.I.M.P, clapping and clicking to the beat are also acceptable:

Dunno what you heard about us,

But there ain't no other hall like us,
I know you wish you could be me,
Cause we're Harshman Anderson 3.

At this point I am ashamed to say I got very involved.

As a side note - I am going to create a photo sharing site for all the excess photos I don't upload to my blog for anyone that is THAT interested, I'll add the link to my next post.

Once again over and out as I am off to the 'Playfair'. Apparently this consists of a 4000+ person icebreaker at the Stroh Center - home to many of BGSU's sporting events.