I was sitting at my desk the other day while it was quite gloomy outside. All of a sudden the light outside got much brighter but all I could see was gray sky. Naturally I was like uh oh freaky light means like a big storm or a tornado. Oh no. Lo and behold, the SUN was coming out. Doh. I think this accurately describes what the weather has been like recently. I forgot what SUNSHINE LOOKS LIKE.
My tutorial this week consisted of Rob and me hurrying to the business school (I got splashed by a bus going through a puddle in the most cliched way ever), only to get there and have a tutor tell us to turn around. He took us to the Ashmolean (way closer to Keble than the business school is - we should have just met there, but whatever) which a) just reopened last week, b) is Britain's oldest museum and c) is free! We had written our essays on the segregation of Victorian popular culture but our tutor thought we both forgot to really discuss what popular culture was at that time. So we got to walk around and check out 19th century British art (we zipped through the 19th century European and I didn't get to look at the Manet which physically pained me). He then bought us coffee at the nice cafe upstairs and we discussed our papers. After my disastrous essay on empire, this essay only had three comments on the first page and only one more in the rest of the essay. Win! The Ashmolean tutorial left me in a great mood - I have to go back soon and check out the rest of it. It was funny to think this was the first museum I had been to since the very museum-heavy weeks in France in May and June.
Sidenote on the popular culture essay: Rob has totally won me over. Once he explained that he mostly adopts anti-feminist positions to get a rise out of people and likes to argue especially when he's wrong, he began to make total sense to me. Plus sometimes he's so ridiculous it just makes me laugh. For example, we were both in the library doing reading and discussing what popular culture was (and then we both forgot to include that part). I told him I had read that the working classes, for fun, raised rats to get really fat and then have dogs chase them. He was like "That did not happen. You are lying to me. That is mean. I would never do that to you."
During this same library time, we both noticed a butterfly/pretty moth flying around our table (which was weird). Rob stood up and said "Come to daddy" and then snatched the butterfly OUT OF THE AIR. He just looked at me and was like "Can you open the door for me?" And I was like what just happened? Both incidents were hilarious, to say the least.
I realized I never really talked about what I do with my time. I mean, I work during the day either in the Keble library, the Bod, the history library, the cafe or my room. Lunch is at 12:30 and dinner is at 7. And after that, well, there is a club for most nights of the week. Wednesday - Park End. Thursday - The Bridge. Friday - Escape or Kukui. Saturday night is weirdly not a going-out night which is why I am in writing on this blog. The club culture in Oxford is huge (though I have been warned multiple times not to base my opinion of British clubs on Oxford) and I love nothing more than to go out and dance, so I am a big fan.
Choir went out to dinner on Wednesday night this week which was a great time. I learned many British drinking games (sorry parents). Pennying is super popular - you throw a penny in someone's drink (they have to be holding their glass) and then they have to finish it. Ensconcing is apparently when you stand up and call someone out on something [for example, "I ensconce everyone who's sung in front of royalty" (yes that actually happened at this dinner)] and then whoever that is has to stand and finish their drink. My personal favorite was shoemaster, which is when one person (the shoemaster) puts their shoe on their head and the last person to do it has to finish their drink. It's like nose goes but with higher stakes.
Lastly, Jarrai (my favorite fresher) and Louise (my second favorite) were discussing another fresher who took two gap years and is turning 21 soon. They were all, "HE'S SO OLD" and I was like, "Guys, I'm turning 21 in April" which they could not believe. They both thought I'd only done one year of university so far and they both just turned 18. I feel pretty ageless here, actually. It's like starting college over, so I do feel 18 in some ways. I definitely don't feel 20 which is just fine with me. Besides, everyone is all different ages - I am the same age as a third year student who didn't take a gap year, a second year who did take one and the fresher who took two. In that respect, everyone is on a somewhat even playing field - nobody's older than anyone else and the only separation is how many years of university you have done.
Okay, my love for dancing meant I was out the last three nights which has left me quite sleep-deprived, so I am off to bed!
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