Have been battling nasty cold for past three days. Beginning to think am like Native Americans brought over to England who perished from inability to cope with European illnesses. Okay, perhaps not, but it's a possibility. Was able to give my presentation in my Art & America class with a very hoarse voice. Fortunately my skills as an actress paid off and I got the class to laugh both at and with me during the presentation, making it a paramount success.
Desperately need to wash my sheets, air out the room and take a boiling hot shower before Morgan arrives tomorrow. Poor girl thinks she will be able to brave my germi-ness for the sake of making our spring break travel plans. By the by, have I mentioned my spring break is five weeks long? (Sigh.) We are planning on spending a couple weeks somewhere warm in an attempt to thaw out from this perpetual English chill.
Lovely boyfriend made wonderful comparison between beauty of a flower and sunset tonight... refuse to quote it directly because I'm being selfish and keeping it all to myself. Suffice to say, there's nothing like dating a poet. If presented with the opportunity, I highly request dating one. Just not mine.
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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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