As you can probably figure from the length of time it has been since I've updated, not much has happened. I did go walk around the Fitzwilliam Museum with my Art and Satire class, which was pretty interesting. They had the actual artwork of several of the pieces we had analyzed in class, along with some other Hogarth and other various artists we had looked at. The most interesting part, by far, was of course the armory. All sorts of medieval armor and weaponry. Beats art any day.
I spent most of this weekend working on my paper for Art and Satire, which I can happily say as of today is officially completed. It's not due until Monday, so that's pretty good. I have also spent a fair amount of time reading George R.R. Martin's series A Song of Fire and Ice. Last Friday I finished A Game of Thrones and today I finished A Clash of Kings. They are fairly lengthy books, so a good bit of my time has gone to reading them. I'm excited to get into the next one.
So yes, this is the shortest blog post for the longest amount of time. There's just not much happening at this point. I will be returning to London this Saturday, but other than that I'm just waiting out the program. Nine days till I get to return!
Thursday 18 August 2011
Tuesday 9 August 2011
August 6-8th, London
London proved to be a nice town. The two days I spent there felt like two weeks, and as exhausted and sore as I was when I was departing it, I didn't really want to leave. I guess I'm going to have to go back to see more, there is just far too much for only two days.
Sarah got to feeling better and we made the 8:45 train, arriving in London around 9:50. The first thing we did was buy oyster cards, the cards that you use to travel around "pay as you go" style on the underground rail system. After that we found out that all of the rails we would be needing for that day were out of service. Well, not all of them, but a wide majority. Ultimately this meant we just had to make do and do some extra walking, which wasn't terrible. First we set out for the Portobello market. It was a nice market, with different goods than the normal touristy things your find in most markets. Problem was, there was probably about twice as many tourists as a normal market. Walking was near impossible. Neither of us had eaten at this point, so we set out to find food. I decided on the Ghanian food. Some rice and a beef stew. The lady said, "Now this is already very mildly spicy, but would you like some chili sauce?" I told her to put just a bit on the side. The food without the sauce turned out to be hotter than just eating 2 or 3 packs of fire sauce from taco bell. The chili sauce was ungodly. However, I found a huge doughnut (there is a picture) and it was the most delicious doughnut I have ever eaten. Seriously, this thing beat out Krispy Kreme's hot doughnuts.
We made our way back out of the overcrowded market, made a few souvenir purchases, and then headed to the natural science museum. Here we went through a dinosaur exhibit, complete with some real fossils and animatronic dinosaurs. The natural science museum is also home to the Darwin Centre, where scientist work to do...Darwin-esque things, I suppose you might say. We took a little tour of it which was pretty neat, and they had a Darwin statue I got my picture taken with. Sadly they had no Darwin items to buy in the gift shop. It was a travesty.
After this adventure we took the tube to Leicester (Lester) square in search of some cheap tickets for a show on the West End. We had hoped to get to see Phantom of the Opera, but at this point it was about 3 in the afternoon and they were sold out. There were still several other shows we could choose from, and we settled on Chicago. The tickets were 27.50 pounds each...so close to 50 dollars, but still not that much for a show on the West End. We left the Leicester tube station at about 3:30. The problem with that was we were supposed to check in at 4, and it was explicitly listed that if you failed to call in advance about arriving late you would likely lose your place. No big, I can call the place on my phone. No, sorry, the phone doesn't log incoming call numbers. Total crap, right? So we had no way to contact the place. We hopped on the jubilee line and began our trip to the Northwest.
We probably got out of the train at the Harlesden stop about 4:05, so we were already late. But on the map it didn't appear that the hostel was too far off. We take the map out, and I find that I have failed to print out a map with street names. It was a google maps print off, and I was zoomed out one notch too far to see all of the smaller road names. We just started walking. And walking. Found a main road, asked for directions. Couldn't understand the lady really, so we went in the direction she was pointing. Walked. Walked. Saw a guy with a grocery bag smoking a cigarette. Ask him where we are, where to go. Going the right way, keep going and take a left up here. We walk. Walk. Walk. Where the hell are we? There is a sanitation guy, he probably knows the town. He can't speak English very well. Tells us we've gone too far and need to turn around. We walk. Walk. Its almost 5 at this point.
We've come back to where we originally were so sure we were on the right road, and we see a guy pulling up in a truck to the market. We decide to ask him. He tells us to hop on either of the bus stops on the street across from us going in a certain direction and get off at the Willesden Bus Garage stop. From there, the hostel is right around the corner. We walk. We ride. Ride. Ride. Get off. Where is the hostel? We look in both directions and decide to go one way. We walk for about 10 minutes in that direction, then stop at a grocery store to ask for directions. The guy uses two different iphones to figure out where we are trying to go. Tells us to return from where we came. We get back to the bus stop, and, lo and behold, the building on the corner opposite has an 8 foot tall number 8 on the side of the building (the hostel we were staying at was named "Hostel No. 8"). Finally after walking way too much we arrive around 5:30, and they still had our room.
The play was at the Cambridge Theater, something which we didn't learn until after we had bought the tickets. Oddly suiting. The play was absolutely phenomenal. There was about a 14 piece jazz band to play the music, and they were most excellent. It was the best production I've seen, but then again the next biggest show I've seen was Cats at the Greenville Peace Center. Sarah is a bit more cultured than I, and she seemed to have the same opinion of it as me, though.
Leaving I picked up a big bottle of beer and a big bottle of cider to consume on the walk from the train station to the hostel (its so nice being able to drink in public). Getting off the train, I decided to open the beer bottle by catching the edge of the bottle cap on the brick, and quickly pulling downwards to yank the top off. I have done this many times in the past, though I guess not on brick. I cleaved the top part of the glass bottle off. There were no cuts...except to my soul. I had this freshly opened beer, rendered completely undrinkable by the razor sharp edges lining the lip. I left a little piece of me on top of that trash can that night.
The hostel was nice enough. They had free breakfast in the morning, which was nice. We were up and out of the hostel by about 9, and headed to the Camden Lock Market. This market was like the flea markets back home in a way, with booths selling all kinds of goods. Some touristy, some not. The prices were all pretty decent too. We grabbed some Chinese food from a stall in the food district and shopped and shopped. The weather was quite nice, a gentle breeze on top of already acceptable temperatures. On the way out we stopped at a Sainsbury's where I bought some water and a 1 liter bottle of strawberry milk, which I proceeded to drink in about thirty minutes. Only later did I realize that it probably wasn't meant for consumption all at once. Sarah got a sandwich and we rested for a bit (you must realize a lot of Sunday was spent being lazy, we were both completely worn out from Saturday). From here we went to the Covent Garden. We walked around for a bit, did a bit more shopping (finally found something for Allie's birthday, I was starting to worry at that point), and then headed to the Somerset house to view the Courtauld Gallery. It was full of impressionist art. They showed pieces by Monet, Manet, Rubens, Picasso. It was quite nice. You'll find a decent number of pictures in my photos. When we left the gallery it was raining quite hard. We found a coffee shop down the road where we sat for probably an hour plus just eating and drinking tea and watching the rain. Once it cleared up we hopped on the underground to Southwark, the closest station to the globe theater.
We took our time finding the theater, and then had to wait for the PA's to get there to give us tickets. We ended up of course, in the standing section. The play was As You Like It, one of Shakespeare's comedies. What I understood of it was pretty good, but only a little over half made sense. I just wanted to get out of there--after standing for near three hours my feet were killing me (what's better than a culmination of walking miles and miles and then getting to stand in one spot for that long?). After the play a bus took us back to Cambridge, and the shower that evening was absolutely wonderful.
The London trip was useful in the fact that I now know how to use the rail system. And somewhat, the buses. I've been in crowds of people larger than I've ever been around. These things took a bit of adjusting to, but I feel I benefit from it. I do think I am going to go back to London, if only for a day, just to see the big landmarks (the palace, parliament, big ben, etc) from the outside.
Monday was a blur. I had class at 9, and ironically I was the only one to show up. The professor asked me to come to the seminar later that day (there are two seminar groups for the class that meet at different times) and we adjourned at 9:15. I ran a few errands, came to my room, and slept until the 2 o'clock class. The rest of my afternoon was filled with paperwork-type things. The King's formal was that evening. I have to say that I like the Pembroke ones more. King's only allows you one drink during the drinks on the lawn. Pembroke gives you all you want. At King's they didn't offer me anything to drink, though they served everyone else at the table. They also do a lot of refills during the meal, but only once did they offer me any. Not only that, the food wasn't that good. The main course was pretty good, but the rest was pretty...yuck. Maybe the Pembroke food isn't as fancy, but I'd rather my food be ordinary and taste good than exotic and nasty. I also had my first and last encounter with goat's cheese. You know, when you go to eat something new, you smell it first, right? Well that's what I do, so I can get a heads up on what I'm eating. I smelled it, and thought, "Wow, this literally smells like a disgustingly uncleaned urinal." So I figured, there is no way that it actually tastes like that.
Needless to say, I think I'm going to just trust my nose more in the future.
Sarah got to feeling better and we made the 8:45 train, arriving in London around 9:50. The first thing we did was buy oyster cards, the cards that you use to travel around "pay as you go" style on the underground rail system. After that we found out that all of the rails we would be needing for that day were out of service. Well, not all of them, but a wide majority. Ultimately this meant we just had to make do and do some extra walking, which wasn't terrible. First we set out for the Portobello market. It was a nice market, with different goods than the normal touristy things your find in most markets. Problem was, there was probably about twice as many tourists as a normal market. Walking was near impossible. Neither of us had eaten at this point, so we set out to find food. I decided on the Ghanian food. Some rice and a beef stew. The lady said, "Now this is already very mildly spicy, but would you like some chili sauce?" I told her to put just a bit on the side. The food without the sauce turned out to be hotter than just eating 2 or 3 packs of fire sauce from taco bell. The chili sauce was ungodly. However, I found a huge doughnut (there is a picture) and it was the most delicious doughnut I have ever eaten. Seriously, this thing beat out Krispy Kreme's hot doughnuts.
We made our way back out of the overcrowded market, made a few souvenir purchases, and then headed to the natural science museum. Here we went through a dinosaur exhibit, complete with some real fossils and animatronic dinosaurs. The natural science museum is also home to the Darwin Centre, where scientist work to do...Darwin-esque things, I suppose you might say. We took a little tour of it which was pretty neat, and they had a Darwin statue I got my picture taken with. Sadly they had no Darwin items to buy in the gift shop. It was a travesty.
After this adventure we took the tube to Leicester (Lester) square in search of some cheap tickets for a show on the West End. We had hoped to get to see Phantom of the Opera, but at this point it was about 3 in the afternoon and they were sold out. There were still several other shows we could choose from, and we settled on Chicago. The tickets were 27.50 pounds each...so close to 50 dollars, but still not that much for a show on the West End. We left the Leicester tube station at about 3:30. The problem with that was we were supposed to check in at 4, and it was explicitly listed that if you failed to call in advance about arriving late you would likely lose your place. No big, I can call the place on my phone. No, sorry, the phone doesn't log incoming call numbers. Total crap, right? So we had no way to contact the place. We hopped on the jubilee line and began our trip to the Northwest.
We probably got out of the train at the Harlesden stop about 4:05, so we were already late. But on the map it didn't appear that the hostel was too far off. We take the map out, and I find that I have failed to print out a map with street names. It was a google maps print off, and I was zoomed out one notch too far to see all of the smaller road names. We just started walking. And walking. Found a main road, asked for directions. Couldn't understand the lady really, so we went in the direction she was pointing. Walked. Walked. Saw a guy with a grocery bag smoking a cigarette. Ask him where we are, where to go. Going the right way, keep going and take a left up here. We walk. Walk. Walk. Where the hell are we? There is a sanitation guy, he probably knows the town. He can't speak English very well. Tells us we've gone too far and need to turn around. We walk. Walk. Its almost 5 at this point.
We've come back to where we originally were so sure we were on the right road, and we see a guy pulling up in a truck to the market. We decide to ask him. He tells us to hop on either of the bus stops on the street across from us going in a certain direction and get off at the Willesden Bus Garage stop. From there, the hostel is right around the corner. We walk. We ride. Ride. Ride. Get off. Where is the hostel? We look in both directions and decide to go one way. We walk for about 10 minutes in that direction, then stop at a grocery store to ask for directions. The guy uses two different iphones to figure out where we are trying to go. Tells us to return from where we came. We get back to the bus stop, and, lo and behold, the building on the corner opposite has an 8 foot tall number 8 on the side of the building (the hostel we were staying at was named "Hostel No. 8"). Finally after walking way too much we arrive around 5:30, and they still had our room.
The play was at the Cambridge Theater, something which we didn't learn until after we had bought the tickets. Oddly suiting. The play was absolutely phenomenal. There was about a 14 piece jazz band to play the music, and they were most excellent. It was the best production I've seen, but then again the next biggest show I've seen was Cats at the Greenville Peace Center. Sarah is a bit more cultured than I, and she seemed to have the same opinion of it as me, though.
Leaving I picked up a big bottle of beer and a big bottle of cider to consume on the walk from the train station to the hostel (its so nice being able to drink in public). Getting off the train, I decided to open the beer bottle by catching the edge of the bottle cap on the brick, and quickly pulling downwards to yank the top off. I have done this many times in the past, though I guess not on brick. I cleaved the top part of the glass bottle off. There were no cuts...except to my soul. I had this freshly opened beer, rendered completely undrinkable by the razor sharp edges lining the lip. I left a little piece of me on top of that trash can that night.
The hostel was nice enough. They had free breakfast in the morning, which was nice. We were up and out of the hostel by about 9, and headed to the Camden Lock Market. This market was like the flea markets back home in a way, with booths selling all kinds of goods. Some touristy, some not. The prices were all pretty decent too. We grabbed some Chinese food from a stall in the food district and shopped and shopped. The weather was quite nice, a gentle breeze on top of already acceptable temperatures. On the way out we stopped at a Sainsbury's where I bought some water and a 1 liter bottle of strawberry milk, which I proceeded to drink in about thirty minutes. Only later did I realize that it probably wasn't meant for consumption all at once. Sarah got a sandwich and we rested for a bit (you must realize a lot of Sunday was spent being lazy, we were both completely worn out from Saturday). From here we went to the Covent Garden. We walked around for a bit, did a bit more shopping (finally found something for Allie's birthday, I was starting to worry at that point), and then headed to the Somerset house to view the Courtauld Gallery. It was full of impressionist art. They showed pieces by Monet, Manet, Rubens, Picasso. It was quite nice. You'll find a decent number of pictures in my photos. When we left the gallery it was raining quite hard. We found a coffee shop down the road where we sat for probably an hour plus just eating and drinking tea and watching the rain. Once it cleared up we hopped on the underground to Southwark, the closest station to the globe theater.
We took our time finding the theater, and then had to wait for the PA's to get there to give us tickets. We ended up of course, in the standing section. The play was As You Like It, one of Shakespeare's comedies. What I understood of it was pretty good, but only a little over half made sense. I just wanted to get out of there--after standing for near three hours my feet were killing me (what's better than a culmination of walking miles and miles and then getting to stand in one spot for that long?). After the play a bus took us back to Cambridge, and the shower that evening was absolutely wonderful.
The London trip was useful in the fact that I now know how to use the rail system. And somewhat, the buses. I've been in crowds of people larger than I've ever been around. These things took a bit of adjusting to, but I feel I benefit from it. I do think I am going to go back to London, if only for a day, just to see the big landmarks (the palace, parliament, big ben, etc) from the outside.
Monday was a blur. I had class at 9, and ironically I was the only one to show up. The professor asked me to come to the seminar later that day (there are two seminar groups for the class that meet at different times) and we adjourned at 9:15. I ran a few errands, came to my room, and slept until the 2 o'clock class. The rest of my afternoon was filled with paperwork-type things. The King's formal was that evening. I have to say that I like the Pembroke ones more. King's only allows you one drink during the drinks on the lawn. Pembroke gives you all you want. At King's they didn't offer me anything to drink, though they served everyone else at the table. They also do a lot of refills during the meal, but only once did they offer me any. Not only that, the food wasn't that good. The main course was pretty good, but the rest was pretty...yuck. Maybe the Pembroke food isn't as fancy, but I'd rather my food be ordinary and taste good than exotic and nasty. I also had my first and last encounter with goat's cheese. You know, when you go to eat something new, you smell it first, right? Well that's what I do, so I can get a heads up on what I'm eating. I smelled it, and thought, "Wow, this literally smells like a disgustingly uncleaned urinal." So I figured, there is no way that it actually tastes like that.
Needless to say, I think I'm going to just trust my nose more in the future.
Friday 5 August 2011
August 1st-5th, EZ mode
My desire for an easier month was granted ten-fold. The first day of the class the professor told us that he had designed the course to be an easier, more light-hearted course. When one of the students asked about outside reading, he simply told us we didn't really need to worry about it and should just be sure to come to lecture and seminar. And I don't even mind that, lecture and seminar thus far have been pretty interesting. But I am going to give you a look into what class is like in just a few moments, so perhaps first we will just discuss what I have been doing this week: nothing.
So I guess you might be thinking, what has he to talk about, if he has done nothing? Well, you see doing nothing is an art, my friends. Some of you appreciate this I'm sure. For instance, you just read three sentences that had absolutely no relevance to anything in this blog. Now you've read four. This one makes six, and I hope you get my point. Monday was a loss, I continued my extra sleeping. I also believe that was the night that I met up Sarah and tried out the other late night food trailer, the trailer of life. Oh yes, this was the night indeed. I got an egg burger, and Sarah and I went and found a nice bench in the middle of Pembroke College facing the lawn to eat. She had some sort of spicy sausage. We ate and talked and talked. Well I say talked, but I believe a large part of it was me telling motorcycle road rage stories. At 1 in the morning, in the (now Tuesday) morning on the Pembroke lawn, surrounded by student housing. And if you've ever heard me tell these stories before, you know I use emphasis. If I woke anyone, I do apologize.
BTW, Uncle Franks > Trailer of Life. That egg burger couldn't hold a bun to the cheeseburger from Uncle Frank.
Tuesday and Wednesday I drank absolutely nothing! This is rare, I usually at least have beer. Tuesday night I decided I wanted some tea though, so I went out and bought some tea bags, sugar, milk, and a mug. The milk, oh god the milk. In America their standards are just too high. Here you have several brands of Un-Homogenized milk to choose from. Yeh, not separated at all. The pure thing. I'm talking milk fat and everything just right in your glass. It is a but surprising to drink, I guess you might say, as you get these chunks of fat in your mouth, but it is delicious. And it is the richest creamer ever. Not to mention that I noticed today the 2% milk here is "Semi-skimmed". My conclusion has to be that we as Americans are not fatter because of what we eat. It is either the amounts we eat, or our sedentary life styles. If anything the people here eat much worse things.
Wednesday I decided I needed to find something more useful to do with my time, so I visited the local book store (so much cooler than Barnes and Noble, though probably primarily because of the layout). I picked up "A Game of Thrones" by George R.R. Martin. It is a fantastic book. Since Wednesday afternoon I have read more than half the book, over 400 pages. That is a lot of reading, for me anyway. That is what I have mainly been doing with my free time these past few days, just reading. I have thoroughly enjoyed it, I haven't enjoyed reading this much in a few years.
Tomorrow (hopefully) I am going to London with Sarah. We have a pretty full itinerary planned. However she has come down with some sort of stomach bug the past few days. I took her some chicken soup this evening and she has since been feeling a bit better, we are hoping to make a 9 am train instead of the 7 am train. Crossing our fingers.
One more quick note and then I'll get on to something a little more interesting. I had always thought that homesickness happened soon after you arrived to a place, and then subsided. I am now only really wishing I could just go home. I hate the hot sticky heat of South Carolina, but I love the rain and the thunderstorms, the sound of the bugs. I miss annoying my cats, kissing my girlfriend, and the comfort of my family. I've been so busy with classes I guess I didn't have time to stop and think, but now that I have no real challenge its flooding back. Oh well, 23 days till I'm back.
Alright, so a look at my Art and Satire class. Plate 1 of "A Harlot's Progress"
Take a moment to examine this picture, with the following in mind. This set of engravings was done by Hogarth to illustrate the fall of a common woman (named Mull Hackabout) into the life of a Harlot and ultimately her death. Examine the imagery!
Done? Alright, lets see what you've found. Obviously in the center left of the picture you see Mull. She has gotten off of the wagon on the wrong stop. She is being sized up by Madam Needem...can you take a guess at what her profession is? One key characteristic of Hogarth's work is that black spots on characters very often indicate STDs, primarily at this time Venereal Disease (called the French disease when it first broke out--the first recorded accounts of it were due to a French military invasion).
Mull's letter of recommendation. Note that he doesn't do anything to help her--this is a stab at the church.
You'll notice that the stack of pots next to the vicar have just begun to fall, just as Mull has just begun her downfall. On the bottom right of the illustration you will see a dead goose in a basket. Have you ever heard of the phrase, "Her goose is cooked?" Now for the grand finale, do you see the two men on the steps to the right of Mull and the Madame? The man on the left was a known sex-offender at the time, the man to his right was most likely his servant. See where the man on the left's hand is? I will leave you with a quote from my teacher about what is going on here.
"Well, look at where his right hand is. He is having a good wank, as you might say."
So I guess you might be thinking, what has he to talk about, if he has done nothing? Well, you see doing nothing is an art, my friends. Some of you appreciate this I'm sure. For instance, you just read three sentences that had absolutely no relevance to anything in this blog. Now you've read four. This one makes six, and I hope you get my point. Monday was a loss, I continued my extra sleeping. I also believe that was the night that I met up Sarah and tried out the other late night food trailer, the trailer of life. Oh yes, this was the night indeed. I got an egg burger, and Sarah and I went and found a nice bench in the middle of Pembroke College facing the lawn to eat. She had some sort of spicy sausage. We ate and talked and talked. Well I say talked, but I believe a large part of it was me telling motorcycle road rage stories. At 1 in the morning, in the (now Tuesday) morning on the Pembroke lawn, surrounded by student housing. And if you've ever heard me tell these stories before, you know I use emphasis. If I woke anyone, I do apologize.
BTW, Uncle Franks > Trailer of Life. That egg burger couldn't hold a bun to the cheeseburger from Uncle Frank.
Tuesday and Wednesday I drank absolutely nothing! This is rare, I usually at least have beer. Tuesday night I decided I wanted some tea though, so I went out and bought some tea bags, sugar, milk, and a mug. The milk, oh god the milk. In America their standards are just too high. Here you have several brands of Un-Homogenized milk to choose from. Yeh, not separated at all. The pure thing. I'm talking milk fat and everything just right in your glass. It is a but surprising to drink, I guess you might say, as you get these chunks of fat in your mouth, but it is delicious. And it is the richest creamer ever. Not to mention that I noticed today the 2% milk here is "Semi-skimmed". My conclusion has to be that we as Americans are not fatter because of what we eat. It is either the amounts we eat, or our sedentary life styles. If anything the people here eat much worse things.
Wednesday I decided I needed to find something more useful to do with my time, so I visited the local book store (so much cooler than Barnes and Noble, though probably primarily because of the layout). I picked up "A Game of Thrones" by George R.R. Martin. It is a fantastic book. Since Wednesday afternoon I have read more than half the book, over 400 pages. That is a lot of reading, for me anyway. That is what I have mainly been doing with my free time these past few days, just reading. I have thoroughly enjoyed it, I haven't enjoyed reading this much in a few years.
Tomorrow (hopefully) I am going to London with Sarah. We have a pretty full itinerary planned. However she has come down with some sort of stomach bug the past few days. I took her some chicken soup this evening and she has since been feeling a bit better, we are hoping to make a 9 am train instead of the 7 am train. Crossing our fingers.
One more quick note and then I'll get on to something a little more interesting. I had always thought that homesickness happened soon after you arrived to a place, and then subsided. I am now only really wishing I could just go home. I hate the hot sticky heat of South Carolina, but I love the rain and the thunderstorms, the sound of the bugs. I miss annoying my cats, kissing my girlfriend, and the comfort of my family. I've been so busy with classes I guess I didn't have time to stop and think, but now that I have no real challenge its flooding back. Oh well, 23 days till I'm back.
Alright, so a look at my Art and Satire class. Plate 1 of "A Harlot's Progress"
Take a moment to examine this picture, with the following in mind. This set of engravings was done by Hogarth to illustrate the fall of a common woman (named Mull Hackabout) into the life of a Harlot and ultimately her death. Examine the imagery!
Done? Alright, lets see what you've found. Obviously in the center left of the picture you see Mull. She has gotten off of the wagon on the wrong stop. She is being sized up by Madam Needem...can you take a guess at what her profession is? One key characteristic of Hogarth's work is that black spots on characters very often indicate STDs, primarily at this time Venereal Disease (called the French disease when it first broke out--the first recorded accounts of it were due to a French military invasion).
Mull's letter of recommendation. Note that he doesn't do anything to help her--this is a stab at the church.
You'll notice that the stack of pots next to the vicar have just begun to fall, just as Mull has just begun her downfall. On the bottom right of the illustration you will see a dead goose in a basket. Have you ever heard of the phrase, "Her goose is cooked?" Now for the grand finale, do you see the two men on the steps to the right of Mull and the Madame? The man on the left was a known sex-offender at the time, the man to his right was most likely his servant. See where the man on the left's hand is? I will leave you with a quote from my teacher about what is going on here.
"Well, look at where his right hand is. He is having a good wank, as you might say."
Sunday 31 July 2011
July 27th-31st: The end of first module, another go at punting and BOP
I have completed the first half of my courses at the University of Cambridge, Pembroke College! The final paper for my Drugs and the Mind neurobiology class only had to be 2500-3000 words long but I think it is easily the longest paper I've ever written. It certainly contained the most references. That bad boy was chock full of scientific evidence, weighing in with a full page containing 14 references. For the final exam, Zoltan provided us with 10 possible essay questions. 6 were on the exam, two of which we had to write essays for. Not to mention that if you knew how to answer one question very well, you could reword it and put the emphasis on different parts of the information and more or less answer all ten of the questions. The only thing I felt unsure about was the fact that we needed to reference a few scientific studies in the essays. To assuage this situation I simply wrote down the names of 5 studies and their leading researcher that I knew the most about. Since all of the information overlapped, I figured no matter which questions I had to answer, those studies could be worked in. I was right. Success! It felt so very good to put that pen down.
So that was the end of my first class. I have already served all of my time for the math class, but I won't be taking the exam for it until the end of August. I will do wretchedly. Really, its undeniable.
It'll the worst two hours of next month. I don't really care though, as if that class doesn't transfer I'll still have the 6 I need for financial aid from Drugs and Art and Satire (next month's course).
As you can imagine, from Tuesday-Friday afternoon was awash with studying. Sarah and I did manage to find some reprieve in a nice little punting trip Wednesday evening though. We set out about 7:45 armed with a pizza, a bottle of Pimm's, some lemonade, and beer. I punted a good ways away from Kings, refining my punting skill quite a bit. We got almost to a clearing area and Sarah and I switched places. There is a video in my pictures under the punting section, it is worth a watch. She had never punted before, and was....well, a bit confused by the whole thing, I suppose. Eventually we found a spot to park the boat and chill, eat our pizza and drink the booze. There is another video in that same section showing my recommendation for mixing Pimms and lemonade. For those of you who don't know what pimms is, it is a gin based fruity spirit. Kinda raspberryish? And still 25% alcohol, so it still has some bang.
Friday night after exams was the BOP. A BOP is basically a British costume party. I'm not sure if it has to be British themed, but the theme for this was simply Britannia. Anything British was allowed. I had a group of people ask me to be Ringo Starr for their Beatles group. I obliged, especially since I had no other plans as to what I was going to do and all it involved was me wearing my suit and buying a white shirt. I also got a union jack tie, and to add a little more festivity I wanted a union jack handkerchief for my pocket. Couldn't find anything the right shade of blue though, like a small flag or anything. So I got a pair of boxers, folded them up, got the same effect.
The programmed had rented out an entire club just for the PKP program. So yes, I have now officially been to a club. It was pretty much exactly what I expected it would be. Extremely hot, with extremely overpriced drinks, and a giant orgy of people moving around in one room. By the time I left I was soaked through with sweat, pretty nasty. I came, I saw, I danced, I don't really want to do it again.
I've been enjoying an excruciatingly lazy weekend these past few days. My new class starts Monday, but I don't expect it to be as hard as the past two. Here's to an easier next month, and to seeing you all soon.
So that was the end of my first class. I have already served all of my time for the math class, but I won't be taking the exam for it until the end of August. I will do wretchedly. Really, its undeniable.
It'll the worst two hours of next month. I don't really care though, as if that class doesn't transfer I'll still have the 6 I need for financial aid from Drugs and Art and Satire (next month's course).
As you can imagine, from Tuesday-Friday afternoon was awash with studying. Sarah and I did manage to find some reprieve in a nice little punting trip Wednesday evening though. We set out about 7:45 armed with a pizza, a bottle of Pimm's, some lemonade, and beer. I punted a good ways away from Kings, refining my punting skill quite a bit. We got almost to a clearing area and Sarah and I switched places. There is a video in my pictures under the punting section, it is worth a watch. She had never punted before, and was....well, a bit confused by the whole thing, I suppose. Eventually we found a spot to park the boat and chill, eat our pizza and drink the booze. There is another video in that same section showing my recommendation for mixing Pimms and lemonade. For those of you who don't know what pimms is, it is a gin based fruity spirit. Kinda raspberryish? And still 25% alcohol, so it still has some bang.
Friday night after exams was the BOP. A BOP is basically a British costume party. I'm not sure if it has to be British themed, but the theme for this was simply Britannia. Anything British was allowed. I had a group of people ask me to be Ringo Starr for their Beatles group. I obliged, especially since I had no other plans as to what I was going to do and all it involved was me wearing my suit and buying a white shirt. I also got a union jack tie, and to add a little more festivity I wanted a union jack handkerchief for my pocket. Couldn't find anything the right shade of blue though, like a small flag or anything. So I got a pair of boxers, folded them up, got the same effect.
The programmed had rented out an entire club just for the PKP program. So yes, I have now officially been to a club. It was pretty much exactly what I expected it would be. Extremely hot, with extremely overpriced drinks, and a giant orgy of people moving around in one room. By the time I left I was soaked through with sweat, pretty nasty. I came, I saw, I danced, I don't really want to do it again.
I've been enjoying an excruciatingly lazy weekend these past few days. My new class starts Monday, but I don't expect it to be as hard as the past two. Here's to an easier next month, and to seeing you all soon.
Tuesday 26 July 2011
July 21-26th, MOAR LEARNING
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, it was all a blur of academia and alcohol. There were lectures, there were seminars. The normal things. I spent a good time hanging out with one of my better friends Sarah, attempting to get some work done on the Maths class problems but having very little success. I was in the bar from about 8, she joined about 9:30, we waited for Demetri till about 10:15 and then headed up to her room to work where it was quieter from there.
Friday was math day. Well, minor math day. I had a lecture just a bit later in the morning than usual so I got to sleep in a bit. Math was from 2-6. Another grueling session. I don't wish to really speak of it, as it is truly a painful memory. Afterwards I headed straight to the bar (which, in this case as normal, is a pretty quiet place) and worked on more math problems. Yes, they assigned about 4 problems (solving four problems in class time would take about 4-5 hours) for homework from 6 that evening to 9 the next morning. I got maybe one of the answers right, and the rest that I came up with was just completely wrong. C'est la vie.
Saturday was the day we had all been waiting for; the last grueling day of math. But the last one! By god, we would be under the knife of the Hungarian mathematicians from 9-3, but then we would be free less a final exam. But no, that was not our fates. Around 2:30 we were informed that we would not be getting out at three, but we would be getting out at 5. It was the most tragic news I had heard in the past few months. The few hours seemed like a few extra days. I should mention at this point that the course had turned from mathematics to computer science. It was fairly difficult, as I know no definitions for that subject, such as "What is a program?" or "What is a code?" We managed to painstakingly make it through though, through such questions as, "Prove that most real numbers are useless."
After class Sarah and I had planned to go punting, but there were of course none available at that time. Instead we made a quest to ASDA, where we bought some alcohol and movies. She picked up a bundle of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and "Knocked Up" and I purchased "Get him to the Greek." We went back to her dorm and watched "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," drank some Pimms, and had a good evening.
Sunday I met Dr. Stone at the Cambridge train station. We walked around Cambridge, toured Pembroke and Kings College campuses. I hadn't taken the time to truly stop and observe the Pembroke campus, but it really is beautiful. There is a very large variety of different vegetation and trees, things that you don't see back in America. During our talks I also learned that he is a chemist and plays the trombone, enjoying jazz. We had tea in a nice little tea shop, and when we came out there were 6 beautiful Jags. I put up some pictures of them. It was the 50th anniversary of the Jaguar E-Type.
Sunday night I spent many hours working on my Drugs and the Mind class neurobiology paper. The same happened the next morning until Lecture. In the evening Sarah and I attempted to find a DDR machine in Cambridge, but there was no luck. There used to be one here, but it is at least no in the same place that it used to be. I bet there is one somewhere, but I can't find any posting on the internet. Argh!
Today consisted of seminar, buying a present for my sister's birthday and getting it in the mail, and lecture. Later I took an ever so magnificent nap and then went to formal hall. Today was a pretty chill day. Tomorrow I go to seminar early to watch a movie called Trainspotting, and then I'm done with classes for this module, minus an exam Friday.
Hopefully there will be more punting soon. Be sure to look at the few pictures I uploaded as well. I may go to London Sunday, that will hopefully create something interesting to read. I appreciate your continued reading, and I can't wait to see all of my South Carolina friends soon!
Friday was math day. Well, minor math day. I had a lecture just a bit later in the morning than usual so I got to sleep in a bit. Math was from 2-6. Another grueling session. I don't wish to really speak of it, as it is truly a painful memory. Afterwards I headed straight to the bar (which, in this case as normal, is a pretty quiet place) and worked on more math problems. Yes, they assigned about 4 problems (solving four problems in class time would take about 4-5 hours) for homework from 6 that evening to 9 the next morning. I got maybe one of the answers right, and the rest that I came up with was just completely wrong. C'est la vie.
Saturday was the day we had all been waiting for; the last grueling day of math. But the last one! By god, we would be under the knife of the Hungarian mathematicians from 9-3, but then we would be free less a final exam. But no, that was not our fates. Around 2:30 we were informed that we would not be getting out at three, but we would be getting out at 5. It was the most tragic news I had heard in the past few months. The few hours seemed like a few extra days. I should mention at this point that the course had turned from mathematics to computer science. It was fairly difficult, as I know no definitions for that subject, such as "What is a program?" or "What is a code?" We managed to painstakingly make it through though, through such questions as, "Prove that most real numbers are useless."
After class Sarah and I had planned to go punting, but there were of course none available at that time. Instead we made a quest to ASDA, where we bought some alcohol and movies. She picked up a bundle of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and "Knocked Up" and I purchased "Get him to the Greek." We went back to her dorm and watched "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," drank some Pimms, and had a good evening.
Sunday I met Dr. Stone at the Cambridge train station. We walked around Cambridge, toured Pembroke and Kings College campuses. I hadn't taken the time to truly stop and observe the Pembroke campus, but it really is beautiful. There is a very large variety of different vegetation and trees, things that you don't see back in America. During our talks I also learned that he is a chemist and plays the trombone, enjoying jazz. We had tea in a nice little tea shop, and when we came out there were 6 beautiful Jags. I put up some pictures of them. It was the 50th anniversary of the Jaguar E-Type.
Sunday night I spent many hours working on my Drugs and the Mind class neurobiology paper. The same happened the next morning until Lecture. In the evening Sarah and I attempted to find a DDR machine in Cambridge, but there was no luck. There used to be one here, but it is at least no in the same place that it used to be. I bet there is one somewhere, but I can't find any posting on the internet. Argh!
Today consisted of seminar, buying a present for my sister's birthday and getting it in the mail, and lecture. Later I took an ever so magnificent nap and then went to formal hall. Today was a pretty chill day. Tomorrow I go to seminar early to watch a movie called Trainspotting, and then I'm done with classes for this module, minus an exam Friday.
Hopefully there will be more punting soon. Be sure to look at the few pictures I uploaded as well. I may go to London Sunday, that will hopefully create something interesting to read. I appreciate your continued reading, and I can't wait to see all of my South Carolina friends soon!
Wednesday 20 July 2011
July 17th-20th, more courses, more Cambridge
As you can probably see from the time I've spent not writing, I've been rather busy. This could be attributed to either an increased work load school wise, or more time spent socializing. I'm (half) happy to say that it is both. I woke up pretty early Sunday and began doing math problems. If you can call them that, they are more like Hungarian bullshit. That's my opinion, anyway. Did those till after lunch and decided to go on a little walk to the North of Cambridge, an area I hadn't been around much. It was pretty, less touristy, but still with nice building. However, the problem of how to catch evil when it moves an arbitrary step value k each second and starts from arbitrary value l plagued my mind for most of the hour or so walk. Bleh.
That night I met up with Sarah and Dmitri at the King's bar to work on more problems. Yes. They are that difficult. We didn't work on problems that much, though, and mainly talked about how much the class is horrible. We planned to meet up the next night at 9 to get some more work done.
Monday I didn't have seminar until 3.25, so I got to sleep in once more. More problems, studying, class. Sarah paid for my dinner in the King's cafeteria (you can only eat off of your own account at the college where you are staying and I'm in Pembroke). We ate and chatted and got started trying to figure out some strategy for the games (in no sense a fun game) around 7. Thirty minutes later we started drinking. Dmitri also joined us about this time. About 9, a few more people showed up. At this point we had developed a strategy and tested it with the newcomers, and decided it was good. I had done the rest of the problems, some of which involved modular arithmetic--something which they hadn't really taught us, but that most non-math majors don't really know. I had spent some time teaching myself the method, so I taught everyone else. About 11 everyone was ready to fall out. Sarah had had 2 Corona Extra and was wasted (impressive I'd say). I helped her upstairs to her room, we chatted for a bit, and I went back to my place and crashed.
Tuesday I had the most class that I will have any day of the program (well except for the drug out 6 hour maths workshops on last and this coming saturday. I still only had 4.5 hours of class but it was divided among three classes). That was enough for it to be exhausting in its own right, but I hadn't slept well the night before. Seminar went by just fine. Went over the effects of nicotine in lecture. And guess what! At the end, I got picked to present AGAIN in the next seminar! It was the third powerpoint I had to make, but the fourth time I had to present because one time someone couldn't make it and asked me to. I don't mind the experience...just the lazy asses that make up excuses when he asks them to present. "I don't have a computer." It's called a computer lab. "It's my birthday." Then grow up. "I have a paper due in another class." That one is just extra pathetic, I don't even have a comeback.
That afternoon was the shortest of the maths class--a two hour session. It was at least made better by the fact that at this point Sarah and I were pretty good friends, and we are both probably at the bottom of the class. Its better doing terribly together. Alright, so one of the questions was this, "You are a secret agent and you have a type writer that you use to send messages back to your country. You have only 1 key that still works, and you need to send a message back to your home country to tell them to send you a new typewriter. You can agree on the code beforehand with your country. What is the message you send?" My answer was, "Code: 1=send new typewriter. Message: 1" The instructor got quite offensive when he read this and said, "These problems are NOT here for you to abuse them." Apparently they wanted a code which could send any message, even though they had said to send a message back home to get a new typewriter. So yeh, thats not the first time the professor has gotten a bit irate with me, so I'm certainly assured a low grade.
Sarah and I picked up a pizza from Sainbury's after and ate it in her dorm. We talked for a bit and then I finished up my presentation. A good evening.
Presentation this morning went well. Just hung around afterwards until making a very long pilgrimage to ASDA. It is 1.6-1.7 miles one way, so the trip back loaded down with goods is pretty tedious. I got a small set of pots and things to cook spahgetti for Sarah and I because she had a midterm that covers the whole time the cafeteria is open. Well, that and I have missed cooking and wouldn't have bought the things to do it if I was the only one eating.
As you can see, not too much exciting going on right now...but I'll keep you posted.
That night I met up with Sarah and Dmitri at the King's bar to work on more problems. Yes. They are that difficult. We didn't work on problems that much, though, and mainly talked about how much the class is horrible. We planned to meet up the next night at 9 to get some more work done.
Monday I didn't have seminar until 3.25, so I got to sleep in once more. More problems, studying, class. Sarah paid for my dinner in the King's cafeteria (you can only eat off of your own account at the college where you are staying and I'm in Pembroke). We ate and chatted and got started trying to figure out some strategy for the games (in no sense a fun game) around 7. Thirty minutes later we started drinking. Dmitri also joined us about this time. About 9, a few more people showed up. At this point we had developed a strategy and tested it with the newcomers, and decided it was good. I had done the rest of the problems, some of which involved modular arithmetic--something which they hadn't really taught us, but that most non-math majors don't really know. I had spent some time teaching myself the method, so I taught everyone else. About 11 everyone was ready to fall out. Sarah had had 2 Corona Extra and was wasted (impressive I'd say). I helped her upstairs to her room, we chatted for a bit, and I went back to my place and crashed.
Tuesday I had the most class that I will have any day of the program (well except for the drug out 6 hour maths workshops on last and this coming saturday. I still only had 4.5 hours of class but it was divided among three classes). That was enough for it to be exhausting in its own right, but I hadn't slept well the night before. Seminar went by just fine. Went over the effects of nicotine in lecture. And guess what! At the end, I got picked to present AGAIN in the next seminar! It was the third powerpoint I had to make, but the fourth time I had to present because one time someone couldn't make it and asked me to. I don't mind the experience...just the lazy asses that make up excuses when he asks them to present. "I don't have a computer." It's called a computer lab. "It's my birthday." Then grow up. "I have a paper due in another class." That one is just extra pathetic, I don't even have a comeback.
That afternoon was the shortest of the maths class--a two hour session. It was at least made better by the fact that at this point Sarah and I were pretty good friends, and we are both probably at the bottom of the class. Its better doing terribly together. Alright, so one of the questions was this, "You are a secret agent and you have a type writer that you use to send messages back to your country. You have only 1 key that still works, and you need to send a message back to your home country to tell them to send you a new typewriter. You can agree on the code beforehand with your country. What is the message you send?" My answer was, "Code: 1=send new typewriter. Message: 1" The instructor got quite offensive when he read this and said, "These problems are NOT here for you to abuse them." Apparently they wanted a code which could send any message, even though they had said to send a message back home to get a new typewriter. So yeh, thats not the first time the professor has gotten a bit irate with me, so I'm certainly assured a low grade.
Sarah and I picked up a pizza from Sainbury's after and ate it in her dorm. We talked for a bit and then I finished up my presentation. A good evening.
Presentation this morning went well. Just hung around afterwards until making a very long pilgrimage to ASDA. It is 1.6-1.7 miles one way, so the trip back loaded down with goods is pretty tedious. I got a small set of pots and things to cook spahgetti for Sarah and I because she had a midterm that covers the whole time the cafeteria is open. Well, that and I have missed cooking and wouldn't have bought the things to do it if I was the only one eating.
As you can see, not too much exciting going on right now...but I'll keep you posted.
Saturday 16 July 2011
July 14-16th, BLEH
The intensity of a student in Cambridge has truly set in. The sad part is that I am taking courses that are not really up to the true potency of that of a normal course, as they are all watered down a bit to accommodate non-majors (though in some cases, I do not believe even the watered down cases are truly enough for a non-major). I believe that in a way we are all by their standards non-majors though. Over here when you are 16 you specialize and you are done with gen-eds...in America I will still be getting rid of the pesky gen-eds at age 21 (though odds are I won't learn anything in the gen-eds at my university, I never really seem to, as my university's gen-eds basically cover high school material). This is just how it measures out though. One of my main desires for coming over here was to see how I measure up to students in a real academic university (lets face it, Lander is easymode...we all know the difficulty isn't anything like a real well-known university). It has been nice in this matter. The students I am attending classes with are the pick of the crop from Harvard, Yale, etc. I feel like I am pairing up well enough with them, but certainly not anywhere near the level of achievement I attain at Lander.
So yes, I suppose I have just spoken poorly of Lander, but I haven't said anything that wasn't true or that anyone didn't really know (if you didn't know it, or you are offended, lol @ you!). It is a good institution, but it does not hold its students to the academic standards of prime universities. I am studious enough to account for this over here, but it is a world more difficult. Part of me is excited by this, it is a challenge, but part of me hates that these courses are going on my gpa and are likely to crush it.
Alright, so that was the nasty gritty bit I needed to get out. So what has happened since Thursday? Not very much at all. On Thursday I had class a bit later than normal so I got to sleep in, then bought groceries for the weekend (simply can't afford to eat out all weekend, and I bought more than enough food for Saturday and Sunday for about 5 quid). My first math class ran from 2-6, a brutal 4 hours. I really do not like this class at all. If they allowed you to drop a course I would have. It is taught by Hungarians, in Hungarian style. On weekends, apparently (yes, from what they have told me they do this extra on weekends for FUCKING FUN), they will all gather at a place and they are given a set of problems. As they solve a problem, they are given the next. Now when I say a set of problems, I mean there are multiple problems from different categories. You might get one from logic, one from game strategy, one from statistics, and one from numbers. After a few hours they give everyone another set of problems. So you are constantly immersed in these problems, drowning with no way to get out.
If that wasn't bad enough, you work alone. Yes, their method could be a bit effective. Once you stare at that problem for hours and figure it out yourself, you know it, and it does help you with solving the next one. I solved 11 problems in 10 hours of classes between today and yesterday. It does help to be forced to figure these things out on your own, but if someone had shown me some examples and let me play with things myself, I think it would have been just as effective. It's like they are giving you blocks, and telling you to build a tower. There are many ways you could build this tower, but only one is right. If perhaps they had shown you the ground level of their building scheme, you could mimic it and expand on the later levels. But no, they want you to figure out the ground level building scheme yourself to build and expand on. While it may work after hours of seriously wanting to crucially injure yourself, I do not think their method is very effective.
"What is this? This is nothing! I don't think you know what a set is!"
"I'M NOT A MATHEMATICIAN. I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT A SET IS."
Yeh, that was an actual conversation between me and the professor. I have since tried to only converse with his assistants.
The girl I sat to during this math class, Sarah, was at least pretty awesome. She is a linguistics major, which though it may seem like I have an advantage being a chemistry major, I feel like we are fairly evenly matched in wits (which means we are both feeling like idiots). Just knowing someone else was having as terrible a time as I was was quite nice, and we had a nice lunch.
That's pretty much it. The only other notable thing was the formal hall on Thursday. I sat next to a girl named Joy, who seemed to enjoy the alcohol as much as I did. After the people across from us had left we switched our empty wine glasses with the full or almost full ones they had left. Now that's classy!
I'm done for now. This time next week I will be getting completely obliterated because I will be done with this damn math class. Cheers to then!
So yes, I suppose I have just spoken poorly of Lander, but I haven't said anything that wasn't true or that anyone didn't really know (if you didn't know it, or you are offended, lol @ you!). It is a good institution, but it does not hold its students to the academic standards of prime universities. I am studious enough to account for this over here, but it is a world more difficult. Part of me is excited by this, it is a challenge, but part of me hates that these courses are going on my gpa and are likely to crush it.
Alright, so that was the nasty gritty bit I needed to get out. So what has happened since Thursday? Not very much at all. On Thursday I had class a bit later than normal so I got to sleep in, then bought groceries for the weekend (simply can't afford to eat out all weekend, and I bought more than enough food for Saturday and Sunday for about 5 quid). My first math class ran from 2-6, a brutal 4 hours. I really do not like this class at all. If they allowed you to drop a course I would have. It is taught by Hungarians, in Hungarian style. On weekends, apparently (yes, from what they have told me they do this extra on weekends for FUCKING FUN), they will all gather at a place and they are given a set of problems. As they solve a problem, they are given the next. Now when I say a set of problems, I mean there are multiple problems from different categories. You might get one from logic, one from game strategy, one from statistics, and one from numbers. After a few hours they give everyone another set of problems. So you are constantly immersed in these problems, drowning with no way to get out.
If that wasn't bad enough, you work alone. Yes, their method could be a bit effective. Once you stare at that problem for hours and figure it out yourself, you know it, and it does help you with solving the next one. I solved 11 problems in 10 hours of classes between today and yesterday. It does help to be forced to figure these things out on your own, but if someone had shown me some examples and let me play with things myself, I think it would have been just as effective. It's like they are giving you blocks, and telling you to build a tower. There are many ways you could build this tower, but only one is right. If perhaps they had shown you the ground level of their building scheme, you could mimic it and expand on the later levels. But no, they want you to figure out the ground level building scheme yourself to build and expand on. While it may work after hours of seriously wanting to crucially injure yourself, I do not think their method is very effective.
"What is this? This is nothing! I don't think you know what a set is!"
"I'M NOT A MATHEMATICIAN. I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT A SET IS."
Yeh, that was an actual conversation between me and the professor. I have since tried to only converse with his assistants.
The girl I sat to during this math class, Sarah, was at least pretty awesome. She is a linguistics major, which though it may seem like I have an advantage being a chemistry major, I feel like we are fairly evenly matched in wits (which means we are both feeling like idiots). Just knowing someone else was having as terrible a time as I was was quite nice, and we had a nice lunch.
That's pretty much it. The only other notable thing was the formal hall on Thursday. I sat next to a girl named Joy, who seemed to enjoy the alcohol as much as I did. After the people across from us had left we switched our empty wine glasses with the full or almost full ones they had left. Now that's classy!
I'm done for now. This time next week I will be getting completely obliterated because I will be done with this damn math class. Cheers to then!
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