Time difference prompted a 3am wake-up to talk to very important persons overseas. Fortunately no pressing appointments to keep today, so slept in until the sun (or rather, brightly overcast sky) woke me. Birds round here chirp at 5am though, probably hoping that they can force the sun to come up faster. Poor things.
Went on a small trip to Oadby after buying/loaning books at the University. Decided to walk past the ASDA (gasp!) into the actual town of Oadby to see if there was anything worth seeing. Bought two cards at an Oxfam store, which will be mailed Monday if I feel brave enough to use a Post Office. Picked up a box of cherries and ate top layer which exposed an unfortunately fuzzy individual... threw him away in hopes that have saved remaining fruit. Town also boasts confectionary shops, a cafe, and a Free House that looked pretty good. Had some ridiculously long title in the style of "His Master High Excellency Keeper of the Prominent Seal of SomethingOrOther." Very excited to try.
Other than that, it's raining. All the time. Was told this keeps up until March. Awesome.
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An international experience... with some poetic licence.
The Why and Wherefore
This blog is the faithful diary of an American student studying abroad at the University of Leicester in Leicester, England. All blog posts are more or less the truth, with some rephrasing and tightening up to make them more tasteful to readers not present at the time of the incident.
What one might expect of a university student will not be found in this blog. There are no references to drunken parties, admissions of abandoning course work or declarations of falling passionately in love with a local. Instead, it is simply the record of a young, nerdy, early riser who can be found at the gym sweating to no avail, reading a book in the middle of a noisy cafe or sitting in the third row of a Shakespeare play. Apologies.
To old friends and new, this one's for you. (Sorry. Dunk my head in a bucket.)
What one might expect of a university student will not be found in this blog. There are no references to drunken parties, admissions of abandoning course work or declarations of falling passionately in love with a local. Instead, it is simply the record of a young, nerdy, early riser who can be found at the gym sweating to no avail, reading a book in the middle of a noisy cafe or sitting in the third row of a Shakespeare play. Apologies.
To old friends and new, this one's for you. (Sorry. Dunk my head in a bucket.)
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