In spite of the fact I update this blog more frequently than I change my under garments, so many new and exciting things occur I feel the need to labouriously force you to tolerate my escapades.
Sunday afternoon's delight consisted of a Falcon Freshman picnic with more cheers and chants, I attended and inherited the free lunch in spite of my Sophomore/Junior status. Below depicts the scene but does not do justice to the excessive 'cheese factor' that appears to plague me.
But most importantly, I have made friends. Opposing the malevolent witticisms that I am pressingly peculiar to make friends, I have formed some pretty stable bonds with the girls in my hallway. So much so we have compared tits and shaved or not so bald nether regions already. However, I was politely reminded by one of my first foreign acquaintances that in summary, 'No-one actually likes you for your shitty personality, they are just prostituting you for your accent.' Even so, I will exploit this to my full advantage. Speaking of perks, Nessa introduced me to a delectable delicacy (that is most unfortunately not stocked in on the selves of Wal-Mart): acai berries coated in dark chocolate. These perfectly formed little buds are supposedly rich in antioxidants too, so I feel less guilty about demolishing half a commodious packet.
It may not come as a shock to you when I say my initial week of classes has proposed numerous firsts and distressing revelations for me. Foremost being lesson number one - American's flush the toilet with their feet!!!!!!!!!
I have taken it upon myself to grace you with an in depth explanation. To your left is a photographic diagram of an American toilet, you see the green line protruding from the faucet - that would be the equivalent to a handle. Instead of pressing it down with their hands, the Yank's exploit their feet to press it. This, to me, was so alien however the method in the madness was revealed - it is a germ prevention scheme. My adumbration was closely followed by a ritualistic and slightly manic session of anti-bacterial scrubbing.
Auspiciously, my next first was less unsanitary or was it. On Sunday evening, I graced my first college party with my presence. This was a series of excitement for me as during the commute from Harshman Anderson to the shady garage that the party took place in, I witnessed my first skunk. It was so cute but also nimbly surreal. I could not get close enough to record it for fear of being viciously sprayed with odorous miasma.On arrival, I was delighted to spy beer pong! My audacious inner Braveheart took to the table with sheer trepidation only to have my ass handed to me. With hand-eye co-ordination like mine there is no surprise. I ensepulchred my mortification by speaking to any American's I caught off guard in my best British accent thus my speech was the most prattled about attraction as oppose to my poor attempt at beer pong.
Monday morning rolled round and classes followed in its foreboding footsteps. I am enrolled in 4 classes entitled: Creative Writing Workshop, Modern Poetry, Criminal Law: Current Topics and Victimology. Some of my classes start at 8am which, truth be told, is crippling. Furthermore, some of you are mocking the fact that my semester has already started however jokes on you kids cause as if studying abroad and being in receipt of Thanksgiving turkey wasn't enough compensation, my term ends on 14th December and I sharn't begin my Spring semester in England under the start of February. Who's laughing now? All of my professors give off an amicable impression, yet to find detrimental fault in any of them and the course, though intense, seem manageable and intriguing. The classrooms are a little more undeveloped than ours as they still use OHP's rather than computers and frequently use chalkboards. Nevertheless, all is well.
Time to do some reading for said classes.
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