Saturday, September 26, 2009
Unimpressed
Usually when I get to know new people I would like to learn a few things about them. Like their name, what are they studying, and so forth and so and. Not least I want to learn where they are from! So when I meet bright people that answer back: 'Oh, I am from the States!' and nothing else, I am left seriously unimpressed with their intelligence. That you are from the 'States' is quite obvious by the very American accent you have, it will give you away every time you open your mouth!!! But which freaking one are you from, there are 50 States and I am not going to just randomly decide which one you are from. If I would I would either choose Texas or Florida, neither which are a compliment. When I am asked where I am from I usually don't respond 'Europe!'. Why not be really clear and just answer; 'I am from the P-L-A-N-E-T EARTH!' and speak real slow in case my alien intelligence is slow to catch up.
Friday, September 25, 2009
I am GUID to go
It is now nearly a month since I am back in Glasgow and quite a few things I have needed to sort through. Some things that I didn't even start to sort through until last week. For example my GU-ID card, or the identity card that allows me access to the Glasgow University Library. For some reason my card was only validated for 1 year when I got it last year, but just earlier in the week I noticed that the card belonging to my friend was validated until 2011!!! I thought that this might be because I hadn't enrolled on the same day as she, I didn't enroll until early October. So yesterday I headed off to Registry to get a new card. After waiting in line for about fifteen mins or so it was my turn. I told her that I needed to apply for a new card since mine was running out, and that I thought this was a mistake. 'No' she replied, saying that these cards should only be issued for a year at a time. So in fact my friend had just been ridiculously lucky. But no matter, it only took her a matter of minutes to print out a new card for me and hand it to me. It was only when I was walking away from her that I noticed the date on the card and could barely contain my grin. It is valid till 2012!!!
In a way I hope it is not prophetic and that I will still be here as a postgrad student in 2012, but on the other hand, I will have access to the library for a good number of years now ;)
In a way I hope it is not prophetic and that I will still be here as a postgrad student in 2012, but on the other hand, I will have access to the library for a good number of years now ;)
Monday, August 31, 2009
Back and ready for action
I learned today that it can be tricky to mail letters! Only just arrived yesterday I hurried into city centre to pick up a few things I was going to mail home directly. When I had the things intended for the mail ready I entered the Post Office as one does when they want to send a letter. I made my way over to the envelopes but before I even got half way across the floor I was stopped by this rather determined woman. I swear she must have worked at airport security at some point in time, she was that direct. Basically asked me what I was doing in here, I was rather flabbergasted over such a welcome. Naturally I replied that I wanted to purchase an envelope. 'To be mailed today?' she asked in the same direct no-nonsense kind of voice. I nodded and she then started to direct me through the process. 'Pick up your envelope and pay for it ...(like I had any other intention)... then bring the letter back here once you have done that and I will tell you what to do next!' Sheesh, the only thing I felt at this point was the enormous pressure of picking the right envelope and paying for it right away. I swear she was likely to pull up a gun if I didn't behave accordingly. Once I had picked up what I hoped was a large enough envelop I paid for it and proceeded to preparing the wee package for delivery. So naturally not wanting to face the mad woman at gunpoint I dutifully turned back to her to find out 'where I should go next'! Thankfully the woman had disappeared probably being carted away to a loony bin when I had finished with the package but this rather nice fellow directed my to the newest gizmo in the store.
I finally started to understand why there was a crossing-guard stationed in the middle of the floor of the Post Office. They wanted to show off their new gadget. Like so many other businesses in Britain they are taking away consumer choice, customer - service provider interaction, and jobs!!! Now everything is done by kiosks. When you purchase cinema tickets, pay for your groceries, checking into flights and now when you post an item you are faced with talking to a computer. Because this was a new gadget they had a person there situated to help with working this wonderful machine. I must say I am not sold on this idea. Even before the age of know-it-all computers people were struggling with putting enough postage on the package or even basic information, like an address, on what they were posting. People vs people interaction often caught those mistakes before they came to a dead end. Having been at all the turns and ends a letter can go through in the receiving, sending and delivery service this is not winning any prizes in my book. That they have to have a person to assist in the workings of this gadget prooves that they will never get rid of the human element of customer service, so why bother with expensive machiner as well as personal, when the human can to the work of both. It also prooves that obviouslay a machine can never be so idiot-proof that you won't need more detailed instructions than the ones that 'pop-up' on the screen!
In the end I managed to maile my package but it took much longer than if I had been allowed to talk to a human Post Office person instead of a kiosk, luckily it wasn't that expensive that I had to pay with a card .... then it would have gotten complicated, because you can't yet!!!
I finally started to understand why there was a crossing-guard stationed in the middle of the floor of the Post Office. They wanted to show off their new gadget. Like so many other businesses in Britain they are taking away consumer choice, customer - service provider interaction, and jobs!!! Now everything is done by kiosks. When you purchase cinema tickets, pay for your groceries, checking into flights and now when you post an item you are faced with talking to a computer. Because this was a new gadget they had a person there situated to help with working this wonderful machine. I must say I am not sold on this idea. Even before the age of know-it-all computers people were struggling with putting enough postage on the package or even basic information, like an address, on what they were posting. People vs people interaction often caught those mistakes before they came to a dead end. Having been at all the turns and ends a letter can go through in the receiving, sending and delivery service this is not winning any prizes in my book. That they have to have a person to assist in the workings of this gadget prooves that they will never get rid of the human element of customer service, so why bother with expensive machiner as well as personal, when the human can to the work of both. It also prooves that obviouslay a machine can never be so idiot-proof that you won't need more detailed instructions than the ones that 'pop-up' on the screen!
In the end I managed to maile my package but it took much longer than if I had been allowed to talk to a human Post Office person instead of a kiosk, luckily it wasn't that expensive that I had to pay with a card .... then it would have gotten complicated, because you can't yet!!!
Saturday, June 06, 2009
30 years of Me
I just had my birthday a couple of weeks ago, and again and again. I think I set a record this year of having no less than four birthday parties. All of them filled with wonderful friends and family and of course amazing food too.
I have uploaded photos from each one of my parties and I post them here to the right on the webpage.
Birthday party nr. 1
May 16th, just before I leave Glasgow to go home for the summer. It was Eurovision night and with the help of my friend Catriona was able to have a great night with the girls. Claire came all the way from Dumfries, and Jo came from Gourock and both stayed over at Catrionas so that they wouldn't have to travel at silly times back home. Sadly Anne couldn't make it, because she was ill. I held the party at Catriona's and we had cakes and food galore to nibble on throughout the night while watching Eurovision and gossiping like we do best. We enjoyed watching Eurovision and it didn't spoil the night that Iceland finished in 2nd place (although I still don't like the song) and UK didn't do that bad either. So in true Eurovision tradition every time our countries received points we cheered both out loud and by taking a sip of wine. When Eurovision finished the gossiping started and lasted well until four o'clock in the morning when I made my way home in a taxi, so happy after a great evening. I got great presents; from Catriona I got my birthday party and a beautiful scarf/shawl. From Claire I got a book (I always like getting those) and a wee hippo-bear named Thomas ;) Jo gave me a wonderful picture to hang on a wall, with the words 'Cairdean' for 'Friendship' in Irish. It is beautiful. Last but not least I got a wonderful jewellry box from Anne as well as a surprise gift that involves humor only Anne and I understand.
Birthday party nr. 2
May 24th, my birthday! I arrived home on May 20th and had little time planning anything, I decided to divide my birthday between family one day and friends another day. Sunday 24th, was going to be cookies and cakes for my family and close family friends. Friday evening I baked some ham and cheese croissants, and during Saturday my mom magically created loads of cakes and great stuff for us to munch on come Sunday. The table was groaning from yummy cakes and everyone seemed to really enjoy it. Of course my parents were there, I got a wonderful pair of necklace and ring from them (as well as my new mobile phone, which I had recieved a bit earlier). My brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew were there of course as well. They were wonderful and generous and gave me a gift certificate for Icelandair that I can use to travel to and fro Glasgow (or London at least). My grandmother gave me few quids to spend as well as my uncle and his wife. Another uncle and family gave me a wonderful handmade silver ring. Later in the day I heard from a friend of mine and suggested that if they wanted to come they were more than welcome since there was still more than enough cakes to go around, and we needed help getting rid of them. My friends Hrafnhildur and Þurý, used the opportunity to bring their present for me with them. From them as well as Hrafnhildur's boyfriend, and Guðný Stella (another friend) I got a most beautiful silver hair pin. It was amazingly beautiful and 'so me'! My day was perfect and it was wonderful to be able to be home for this occasion.
Birthday party nr. 3
When I turned 25 I was in Scotland and didn't celebrate it in style. When I graduated both in 2007 and 2008 I never celebrated except with my family who was there at the time. So I decided that this year, since I was home for my birthday to do it in style and do it proper. My friends were great enough to 'donate' their appartment for the occasion, which was great. This meant I wouldn't be keeping my mom up for all hours of the night while we partied (sometimes there is a downside to still living with mom and dad :)). I decided to have the party the week after my actual birthday, since I hadn't had enough time to organise and let people know.
Because of unseen circumstances my friends weren't at home during the day, but Þurý was the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hrafnhildur and Gummi's place, so we were free to wreck the place for the party that night. We were running around Reykjavik, picking up goodies for the BBQ and ended up raiding a store for their entire contents of ice cubes ;). But everything was ready when the party goers came and everything went perfectly.
My friend Gummi played the cook to perfection and everyone was well sated after a huge hamburger and hot dogs. Enough alchohol was on offer as well, proof by the large tub in the back yard filled with ice-cold beer, and a fridge filled with Breezer and Smirnoffs. We also made a huge bowl of coctail usually called a 'bolla' in these circumstances. To keep the party going we had Sing Star going full blast for quite a while and everyone having so much fun watching, listening and some even participating, lol. Although we had loads of songs and songstyles to choose I was facing a conundrum. I am terrible when it comes to modern music and therefore only knew a handful of songs and even them not very well. What was desperately needed was Sing Star Bollywood ... I will have to acquire one before the next party. We ended up dancing and partying until 3am in the morning. It was a fabulous party and I felt so lucky having such wonderful friends.
After I had made my way home I was still too happy and excited and wasn't able to fall asleep again, so I read a few pages in a book. It was so bright outside and in my room (since I never draw the blinds during the summer) I was able to read my book without putting the lights on!!!
Birthday party no. 4
Not everyone made it to the party, so they had a special party for me. My two friends (and twin sisters) Margrét and Guðbjört came to pick me up on Friday 5th of June and brought me to Margrét's place where they were planning to cook me dinner. We all helped with getting the food going, Guðbjört and I took care of the salad. Guðbjört also took charge of the rice while Margrét prepared the chicken and bread. Half the time Margrét scared us nearly to death by being half inside poking hot things. She has teflon-fingers I am sure. The food was absolutely delicious and I am sure I am going to try it again someday, it was amazing. Chickenbreast covered with pesto, cream-cheese and sundried tomatoes and then folded together and fastened with a toothpick, boiled rice, salad and garlic bread. I couldn have continued on forever muching on the goodies, it was so amazing.
But that wasn't the entire surprise they had in store for me. They had bought a bottle of bubbly to celebrate my high age and wisdom :) as well. It was amazing and Guðbjört got to pop the cork and it took us a good minute to find the cork again it exploded with such a bang. For dessert we had icecream, hot chocolate sauce and sweets to go with, mmmmm.
We even got a surprise visit. Krissi, Margréts boyfriend, had been planning to go meet aquaintances but in the end they came over to theirs and joined the party. They brought with them some red wine and we kept on toasting and chatting through the evening, they left just around midnight and I left a short time later, with my private chauffeur and bodyguard, Margrét and Krissi, giving me a ride home :)
Fabulous evening and I thank them very much for a great evening.
I have uploaded photos from each one of my parties and I post them here to the right on the webpage.
Birthday party nr. 1
May 16th, just before I leave Glasgow to go home for the summer. It was Eurovision night and with the help of my friend Catriona was able to have a great night with the girls. Claire came all the way from Dumfries, and Jo came from Gourock and both stayed over at Catrionas so that they wouldn't have to travel at silly times back home. Sadly Anne couldn't make it, because she was ill. I held the party at Catriona's and we had cakes and food galore to nibble on throughout the night while watching Eurovision and gossiping like we do best. We enjoyed watching Eurovision and it didn't spoil the night that Iceland finished in 2nd place (although I still don't like the song) and UK didn't do that bad either. So in true Eurovision tradition every time our countries received points we cheered both out loud and by taking a sip of wine. When Eurovision finished the gossiping started and lasted well until four o'clock in the morning when I made my way home in a taxi, so happy after a great evening. I got great presents; from Catriona I got my birthday party and a beautiful scarf/shawl. From Claire I got a book (I always like getting those) and a wee hippo-bear named Thomas ;) Jo gave me a wonderful picture to hang on a wall, with the words 'Cairdean' for 'Friendship' in Irish. It is beautiful. Last but not least I got a wonderful jewellry box from Anne as well as a surprise gift that involves humor only Anne and I understand.
Birthday party nr. 2
May 24th, my birthday! I arrived home on May 20th and had little time planning anything, I decided to divide my birthday between family one day and friends another day. Sunday 24th, was going to be cookies and cakes for my family and close family friends. Friday evening I baked some ham and cheese croissants, and during Saturday my mom magically created loads of cakes and great stuff for us to munch on come Sunday. The table was groaning from yummy cakes and everyone seemed to really enjoy it. Of course my parents were there, I got a wonderful pair of necklace and ring from them (as well as my new mobile phone, which I had recieved a bit earlier). My brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew were there of course as well. They were wonderful and generous and gave me a gift certificate for Icelandair that I can use to travel to and fro Glasgow (or London at least). My grandmother gave me few quids to spend as well as my uncle and his wife. Another uncle and family gave me a wonderful handmade silver ring. Later in the day I heard from a friend of mine and suggested that if they wanted to come they were more than welcome since there was still more than enough cakes to go around, and we needed help getting rid of them. My friends Hrafnhildur and Þurý, used the opportunity to bring their present for me with them. From them as well as Hrafnhildur's boyfriend, and Guðný Stella (another friend) I got a most beautiful silver hair pin. It was amazingly beautiful and 'so me'! My day was perfect and it was wonderful to be able to be home for this occasion.
Birthday party nr. 3
When I turned 25 I was in Scotland and didn't celebrate it in style. When I graduated both in 2007 and 2008 I never celebrated except with my family who was there at the time. So I decided that this year, since I was home for my birthday to do it in style and do it proper. My friends were great enough to 'donate' their appartment for the occasion, which was great. This meant I wouldn't be keeping my mom up for all hours of the night while we partied (sometimes there is a downside to still living with mom and dad :)). I decided to have the party the week after my actual birthday, since I hadn't had enough time to organise and let people know.
Because of unseen circumstances my friends weren't at home during the day, but Þurý was the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hrafnhildur and Gummi's place, so we were free to wreck the place for the party that night. We were running around Reykjavik, picking up goodies for the BBQ and ended up raiding a store for their entire contents of ice cubes ;). But everything was ready when the party goers came and everything went perfectly.
My friend Gummi played the cook to perfection and everyone was well sated after a huge hamburger and hot dogs. Enough alchohol was on offer as well, proof by the large tub in the back yard filled with ice-cold beer, and a fridge filled with Breezer and Smirnoffs. We also made a huge bowl of coctail usually called a 'bolla' in these circumstances. To keep the party going we had Sing Star going full blast for quite a while and everyone having so much fun watching, listening and some even participating, lol. Although we had loads of songs and songstyles to choose I was facing a conundrum. I am terrible when it comes to modern music and therefore only knew a handful of songs and even them not very well. What was desperately needed was Sing Star Bollywood ... I will have to acquire one before the next party. We ended up dancing and partying until 3am in the morning. It was a fabulous party and I felt so lucky having such wonderful friends.
After I had made my way home I was still too happy and excited and wasn't able to fall asleep again, so I read a few pages in a book. It was so bright outside and in my room (since I never draw the blinds during the summer) I was able to read my book without putting the lights on!!!
Birthday party no. 4
Not everyone made it to the party, so they had a special party for me. My two friends (and twin sisters) Margrét and Guðbjört came to pick me up on Friday 5th of June and brought me to Margrét's place where they were planning to cook me dinner. We all helped with getting the food going, Guðbjört and I took care of the salad. Guðbjört also took charge of the rice while Margrét prepared the chicken and bread. Half the time Margrét scared us nearly to death by being half inside poking hot things. She has teflon-fingers I am sure. The food was absolutely delicious and I am sure I am going to try it again someday, it was amazing. Chickenbreast covered with pesto, cream-cheese and sundried tomatoes and then folded together and fastened with a toothpick, boiled rice, salad and garlic bread. I couldn have continued on forever muching on the goodies, it was so amazing.
But that wasn't the entire surprise they had in store for me. They had bought a bottle of bubbly to celebrate my high age and wisdom :) as well. It was amazing and Guðbjört got to pop the cork and it took us a good minute to find the cork again it exploded with such a bang. For dessert we had icecream, hot chocolate sauce and sweets to go with, mmmmm.
We even got a surprise visit. Krissi, Margréts boyfriend, had been planning to go meet aquaintances but in the end they came over to theirs and joined the party. They brought with them some red wine and we kept on toasting and chatting through the evening, they left just around midnight and I left a short time later, with my private chauffeur and bodyguard, Margrét and Krissi, giving me a ride home :)
Fabulous evening and I thank them very much for a great evening.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Exams, never again
1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.
4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.
7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)
15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
16. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.
20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.
23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.
24. Masturbate.
25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!
27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
31. In the middle of the test, have a friend rush into the classroom, tag your hand, and resume taking your test for you. When the teacher asks what's going on, calmly explain the rules of Tag Team Testing to him/her.
32. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."
33. Stand up after about 15 minutes, and say loudly, "Okay, let's double-check our answers! Number one, A. Number two, C. Number three, E...."
34. Fake an orgasm. When interrupted, apologize, and explain that question #__ moved you, deeply.
35. Wear a superman outfit under your normal clothes. 30 minutes into the exam, jump up and answer your phone, shouting "What? I'm on my way!!". rip off your outer clothes and run out of the room. strike a pose first for added effect.
36. Tailgate outside the classroom before the exam.
37. If your answers are on a scantron sheet, fill it out in pen.
38. Bring a giant cockroach into the room and release it on a girl nearby.
39. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
40. Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.
41. Make Strange noises... get people to stare... look at the person next to you as if heshe did it.
42. Dress like the professor or better yet; cross-dress
43. Use Invisible Ink to answer the whole exam.
44. Order catering. The catering company should come in about halfway through the test, and should include at least three waiters, eight carts of food, and five candelabras.
45. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
46. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
47. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
48. Bring cheerleaders, or bring pets
49. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
50. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
51. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc. . ).
52. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
53. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
54. Bring a water pistol with you, or start a brawl in the middle of the exam
55. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
56. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
57. When you walk in, complain about the heat.
58. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
59. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
60. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc. . . sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
61. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think. " Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".
62. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx is a Terrible Teacher"
63. Call the teacher over. Repeatedly call him/her. When he answers, wait 5 seconds, then say "We're taking a test teacher!" (Kind of like Charlie the Unicorn "We're on a bridge Charlie!")
64. go into the exam room. sit down, put on a helmet with the blast shield down and tell the professer the Force will guide your pencil.
65. When the end of the test is near and the examiner starts to look at the clock. Wait until the the seconds hand reaches 6, start singing the Countdown theme tune.
66: leave the whole exam blank after writing THERE ARE ALWAYS MARKS FOR NEAT WORK
67. In the middle of the exam stand up and yell 'they’re coming for me!' and run out
68. Cough really loudly every 5 seconds
69. Make out (or go further than making out) with your boyfriend during the exam when the instructor tries to get you to stop, look the instructor in the eye and tell him/her in an annoyed tone "EXCUSE ME!!! We're a little busy here, GO AWAY . . . "
70. colour in the letters that have a closed of space i.e. a,,b, c,,d etc
2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.
4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.
7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)
15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
16. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.
20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.
23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.
24. Masturbate.
25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!
27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
31. In the middle of the test, have a friend rush into the classroom, tag your hand, and resume taking your test for you. When the teacher asks what's going on, calmly explain the rules of Tag Team Testing to him/her.
32. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."
33. Stand up after about 15 minutes, and say loudly, "Okay, let's double-check our answers! Number one, A. Number two, C. Number three, E...."
34. Fake an orgasm. When interrupted, apologize, and explain that question #__ moved you, deeply.
35. Wear a superman outfit under your normal clothes. 30 minutes into the exam, jump up and answer your phone, shouting "What? I'm on my way!!". rip off your outer clothes and run out of the room. strike a pose first for added effect.
36. Tailgate outside the classroom before the exam.
37. If your answers are on a scantron sheet, fill it out in pen.
38. Bring a giant cockroach into the room and release it on a girl nearby.
39. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
40. Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.
41. Make Strange noises... get people to stare... look at the person next to you as if heshe did it.
42. Dress like the professor or better yet; cross-dress
43. Use Invisible Ink to answer the whole exam.
44. Order catering. The catering company should come in about halfway through the test, and should include at least three waiters, eight carts of food, and five candelabras.
45. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
46. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
47. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
48. Bring cheerleaders, or bring pets
49. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
50. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
51. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc. . ).
52. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
53. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
54. Bring a water pistol with you, or start a brawl in the middle of the exam
55. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
56. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
57. When you walk in, complain about the heat.
58. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
59. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
60. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc. . . sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
61. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think. " Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".
62. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx is a Terrible Teacher"
63. Call the teacher over. Repeatedly call him/her. When he answers, wait 5 seconds, then say "We're taking a test teacher!" (Kind of like Charlie the Unicorn "We're on a bridge Charlie!")
64. go into the exam room. sit down, put on a helmet with the blast shield down and tell the professer the Force will guide your pencil.
65. When the end of the test is near and the examiner starts to look at the clock. Wait until the the seconds hand reaches 6, start singing the Countdown theme tune.
66: leave the whole exam blank after writing THERE ARE ALWAYS MARKS FOR NEAT WORK
67. In the middle of the exam stand up and yell 'they’re coming for me!' and run out
68. Cough really loudly every 5 seconds
69. Make out (or go further than making out) with your boyfriend during the exam when the instructor tries to get you to stop, look the instructor in the eye and tell him/her in an annoyed tone "EXCUSE ME!!! We're a little busy here, GO AWAY . . . "
70. colour in the letters that have a closed of space i.e. a,,b, c,,d etc
Friday, February 27, 2009
St. Andrews Conference II
We woke up early on Saturday morning and prepared to show up for breakfast which was included in the booking, I got this very nice plate of bacon, eggs, tomato and hash brown and we could also choose from an assortment of cereals. I was truly impressed with their reception and how much they made us feel welcome almost into their own home. Abbeyview cottage gets ***** from me, cannot praise them enough. We finished getting dressed got our luggage together and paid for our room and off we went on to find where the conference was being held.
We made it into the town centre and made our way in the right direction from there. The problem with getting around St. Andrews is that it is soooo small everyone thinks you know where you are going! We were real tourists with maps pointing and hmmm-ing. We made it eventually to the place where the conference was but now the question was WHICH BUILDING, because there were a few around and non properly signposted. Well we found signposts in the end but they didn't indicate which direction you should go so that was a bright idea, but in the end we found it. It was held in the Purdie Building, North Haugh and when we came into the foyer most of the people were there already. We signed in and went browsing about the tables they had set up. They were offering books and booklets on sale, and I was incredibly lucky. I got my hands on ECMS (Early Christian Monuments of Scotland) for 20P, which is not bad considering this is very hard to get your hands on. It didn't take me a long time to decide to buy it. We also found Jo from the Music Department who was going to be so sweet to us and give us a lift back to Glasgow. Then Alex Wolf climbed up on a table to get our attention that the conference was starting and that we should start moving towards the lecture theatre.
The first lecture started at 10:45, speaker was Barbara Yorke from the University of Winchester ''Scottish Northumbria' as an Anglo-Saxon Province', which was about the Bernician dynasty around Bamburgh and Lindisfarne. Interesting but since I am not very up on history this late, I have no idea what she was talking about.
Then it was Dr. David N. Parsons from the Centre for Advanced Studies, University of Wales, 'Place-names of the Southwest revisited' which was very interesting and I enjoyed it very much listening to him. And then it was lunch. The buffet was very nice, although not very organised, so I had no idea what I was getting, also the problem was because you weren't really able to recognise what was on the sandwiches Catriona couldn't take a chance, so it appeared that the vegetarian choice was finished when we finally got there (if it ever was there). All she did get was a muffin and a bowl of fruit, I was lucky though, because I got a sandwich with ham and tomato (only one slice of tomato though), chicken, muffin and fruit.
After the break it was Alice Blackwell's turn from Museum of Scotland, she was talking about 'Reassessing the Anglo-Saxon material culture from Scotland', and I love hearing what she has to say. This is the second time I have attended a lecture with her and it's always fabulous. One of the highlights of the conference I must say. Following her talk was Dr. Nicky Toop, Field Archaeology Specialist from York, talking about 'Northumbrian Monuments in Southern Scotland: carving a Christian territory', and I must admit I was not impressed. She used so much out of date data for her talk and relied to much on what others had done it didn't give any clear focus on what she was really on about. It felt too much like she didn't know what she was doing there, not good at all. Then it was time for tea.
Tea was a lovely time, we got loads of cake and Catriona got tea so she was happy. I managed to wrangle a coke form a vending machine so I was happy too.
The conference was almost finished at this point but three speakers were still to left. So the opening act after coffee break was none other than Alex Wolf himself, speaking on 'The Sain'ts of Anlgo-Saxon Scotland'. It was a very brief talk, but fun. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing him recite a poem in Old English fluently, it was lovely, and his saints were fun too. Then we finally got an archeologists perspective on the Anglo-Saxon culture with Erlend Hindmarch from AOC (I have no idea what that is) who told us about 'New Discoveries from Auldhame', and I again enjoyed that talk immensely. He was telling us about an excavation of a graveyard dating from late 8th century until 15th century. It was amazing and great to hear of the work being carried out there. I don't know why but I always like listening to Archaeologists share their discoveries and listen to their lectures. Probably because they use a lot of photos!
Then it was time for our very own Professor Dauvit Brown to sum up the conference and give a closing speach. All in all the conference was a great success and I am so happy to have gone. I had also managed to get my hands on a couple of other booklets from previous conferences about Scandinavian studies in Scotland so I was mightly pleased.
After this there was nothing more to do than to take off home. Guto joined us as Jo had promised to give him a ride as well and when we were all there we headed for her car and she drove us all the way to Glasgow and home to our doorstep as well. She was so nice and it was a very nice journey to make all in all.
We made it into the town centre and made our way in the right direction from there. The problem with getting around St. Andrews is that it is soooo small everyone thinks you know where you are going! We were real tourists with maps pointing and hmmm-ing. We made it eventually to the place where the conference was but now the question was WHICH BUILDING, because there were a few around and non properly signposted. Well we found signposts in the end but they didn't indicate which direction you should go so that was a bright idea, but in the end we found it. It was held in the Purdie Building, North Haugh and when we came into the foyer most of the people were there already. We signed in and went browsing about the tables they had set up. They were offering books and booklets on sale, and I was incredibly lucky. I got my hands on ECMS (Early Christian Monuments of Scotland) for 20P, which is not bad considering this is very hard to get your hands on. It didn't take me a long time to decide to buy it. We also found Jo from the Music Department who was going to be so sweet to us and give us a lift back to Glasgow. Then Alex Wolf climbed up on a table to get our attention that the conference was starting and that we should start moving towards the lecture theatre.
The first lecture started at 10:45, speaker was Barbara Yorke from the University of Winchester ''Scottish Northumbria' as an Anglo-Saxon Province', which was about the Bernician dynasty around Bamburgh and Lindisfarne. Interesting but since I am not very up on history this late, I have no idea what she was talking about.
Then it was Dr. David N. Parsons from the Centre for Advanced Studies, University of Wales, 'Place-names of the Southwest revisited' which was very interesting and I enjoyed it very much listening to him. And then it was lunch. The buffet was very nice, although not very organised, so I had no idea what I was getting, also the problem was because you weren't really able to recognise what was on the sandwiches Catriona couldn't take a chance, so it appeared that the vegetarian choice was finished when we finally got there (if it ever was there). All she did get was a muffin and a bowl of fruit, I was lucky though, because I got a sandwich with ham and tomato (only one slice of tomato though), chicken, muffin and fruit.
After the break it was Alice Blackwell's turn from Museum of Scotland, she was talking about 'Reassessing the Anglo-Saxon material culture from Scotland', and I love hearing what she has to say. This is the second time I have attended a lecture with her and it's always fabulous. One of the highlights of the conference I must say. Following her talk was Dr. Nicky Toop, Field Archaeology Specialist from York, talking about 'Northumbrian Monuments in Southern Scotland: carving a Christian territory', and I must admit I was not impressed. She used so much out of date data for her talk and relied to much on what others had done it didn't give any clear focus on what she was really on about. It felt too much like she didn't know what she was doing there, not good at all. Then it was time for tea.
Tea was a lovely time, we got loads of cake and Catriona got tea so she was happy. I managed to wrangle a coke form a vending machine so I was happy too.
The conference was almost finished at this point but three speakers were still to left. So the opening act after coffee break was none other than Alex Wolf himself, speaking on 'The Sain'ts of Anlgo-Saxon Scotland'. It was a very brief talk, but fun. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing him recite a poem in Old English fluently, it was lovely, and his saints were fun too. Then we finally got an archeologists perspective on the Anglo-Saxon culture with Erlend Hindmarch from AOC (I have no idea what that is) who told us about 'New Discoveries from Auldhame', and I again enjoyed that talk immensely. He was telling us about an excavation of a graveyard dating from late 8th century until 15th century. It was amazing and great to hear of the work being carried out there. I don't know why but I always like listening to Archaeologists share their discoveries and listen to their lectures. Probably because they use a lot of photos!
Then it was time for our very own Professor Dauvit Brown to sum up the conference and give a closing speach. All in all the conference was a great success and I am so happy to have gone. I had also managed to get my hands on a couple of other booklets from previous conferences about Scandinavian studies in Scotland so I was mightly pleased.
After this there was nothing more to do than to take off home. Guto joined us as Jo had promised to give him a ride as well and when we were all there we headed for her car and she drove us all the way to Glasgow and home to our doorstep as well. She was so nice and it was a very nice journey to make all in all.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
St. Andrews Conference I
Catriona and I went to a conference in St. Andrews last weekend. It was hosted by St. Andrews University, Committe for Dark Age studies & EMERGE (I have no idea what that is). The title of the conference was 'Anglo-Saxon Scotland' and some questioned the validity or the apropriateness of this title.
The party started on Friday so Catriona and I made our way to Queen Street station early morning to catch the train to Edinburgh. I always like going on trains. We made it into Edinburgh shortly before 11, and I just managed to grab a sandwich, bottle of coke and a bag of crisps before we jumped aboard the train to Luchers. We had enormous amount of fun on the trainride to Luchers all thanks to Walkers Vote for Me crips. I had grabbed a bag of a new trial crips 'Builders Breakfast' and they truly were magical. I recommend them to anyone who want's a bit of Harry Potter feeling. It was like eating Berti Botts Every Flavour Beans, except crisps. 'Builder's Breakfast' was supposed to have, eggs, toast, beans and bacon, and the weird thing was, you picked up a crips and bit into it and maybe you got eggs, or eggs and bacon, bacon and beans, beans and toast! The point is you never knew and it could be any flavour, which made this incredibly fun. We are so easily entertained.
We made it into Luchers around noon and hurried to the bus station where a moment later a bus came to take us to St. Andrews. What a journey. We had no idea where we were or where we were going but alighted at the first viable spot, and landed basically in the heart of St. Andrews not bad. This was the start of a long day of walking ... and walking ... and walking. We went to the St. Andrews Cathedral, which is probably one of my favorite ruins of all time. Looking at it just makes you wonder what used to be there and makes you want to weep, it is beautiful. Next to the Cathedral is St. Rules tower and Catriona can tell you all about it. I only know a bit, that it is one of the oldest square tower in Scotland! We went up, but oh boy, it was difficult. The stairs were circular and tiny, these really were tiny monks, but I made it up and Catriona too. I took a few photos to prove it and then we descended the stairs again. I still don't know how I managed this and both my knees get nightmares thinking about this trip up and down. (My knees are magical and can think for themselves.)
Next on the list was finding the Bed and Brekfast, and after what felt like wandering around the desert for twenty minutes we found it. It was a lovely place in the middle of the suburb of St. Andrews (which is not big). The welcome was wonderful and the room was amazing, felt just like a hotel only smaller. After stopping for a short while where I was able to allow my feet to breath for a bit, we were at it again ... walking ... and walking. We went back to the city centre where we sat down at Costa Cafe to find out where we were going next, but in the end we mostly just wandered around town aimlessly looking for a place to eat. We basically ended up at the same place where we had lunch, at Victorias Bar. We knew we would get good food there so we weren't to disappointed of not getting to sample more of the local cusine. Also most of the places in St. Andrews are rather expensive.
We left the diner when it was still roughly more than half an hour before the seminar started. The seminar tonight was sort of the opening act to the weekends conference, The Anderson Memorial Lecture. It took us for ages to find the place, and its basically because I screwed up! I was so caught up with the street names there that I didn't really pay much attention to the map or address. So we turned down a road we shouldn't have, if we had basically moved half a meter more and into a courtyard we would have been there, but I wanted to go down Butts Wynd (which I renamed Farts Alley) and from there it went all down hill. We made it back but it was quite frustrating that we could have avoided all this walking, on the other hand there were people about now so we felt more assured that we were at the right place. And so we were, we found the lecture theatre and sat down, which was a relief for my feet.
The speaker of the evening was a Professor Nick Higham and his talk was titled 'Anglo-Saxon Scotland?' (very imaginative title as you can see). I had heard that not everyone was pleased with having him as opening speaker for the night, and I must say I can understand why (although I didn't until Catriona explained it to me). I didn't take the same history courses as Catriona did so she was much more up on things than I was, but basically this guy was spouting nonsence which no 'sane person thinks anymore', and that it had felt like stepping thirty years back into the past in scholarship. He was an entertaining speaker though, it must be said. There are probably not many that can actually get the sentence: 'Not that I am insinuating that Bede was a Dalek' into a lecture.
After the talk we were invited over to a reception given by the University and sponsored by Glenmorangie! They offered us whiskey, red wine, white wine and some other beverages that I wasn't exploring to much of. They even had snacks. I had a glass of whiskey but because I had been walking so much and had an early start to tomorrow I didn't imbibe too much, although Catriona got a bit mellow with a glass of red wine. We mingled, although just barely, we met a guy from Cambridge, named Paul (I thought his name was Bob, but found that odd for a Cambridge boy), all dressed up in tweed! He knew Geraldine our teacher so we had something in common to talk about. Then we spent a few minutes talking to Dauvit and Thomas before splitting. It's a good thing I am good at finding my way around places because I would not have trusted Catriona in her mellow state to get us where we were going, we walked back to the B&B and were very happy when we were finally in bed exhausted after an eventful day.
The party started on Friday so Catriona and I made our way to Queen Street station early morning to catch the train to Edinburgh. I always like going on trains. We made it into Edinburgh shortly before 11, and I just managed to grab a sandwich, bottle of coke and a bag of crisps before we jumped aboard the train to Luchers. We had enormous amount of fun on the trainride to Luchers all thanks to Walkers Vote for Me crips. I had grabbed a bag of a new trial crips 'Builders Breakfast' and they truly were magical. I recommend them to anyone who want's a bit of Harry Potter feeling. It was like eating Berti Botts Every Flavour Beans, except crisps. 'Builder's Breakfast' was supposed to have, eggs, toast, beans and bacon, and the weird thing was, you picked up a crips and bit into it and maybe you got eggs, or eggs and bacon, bacon and beans, beans and toast! The point is you never knew and it could be any flavour, which made this incredibly fun. We are so easily entertained.
We made it into Luchers around noon and hurried to the bus station where a moment later a bus came to take us to St. Andrews. What a journey. We had no idea where we were or where we were going but alighted at the first viable spot, and landed basically in the heart of St. Andrews not bad. This was the start of a long day of walking ... and walking ... and walking. We went to the St. Andrews Cathedral, which is probably one of my favorite ruins of all time. Looking at it just makes you wonder what used to be there and makes you want to weep, it is beautiful. Next to the Cathedral is St. Rules tower and Catriona can tell you all about it. I only know a bit, that it is one of the oldest square tower in Scotland! We went up, but oh boy, it was difficult. The stairs were circular and tiny, these really were tiny monks, but I made it up and Catriona too. I took a few photos to prove it and then we descended the stairs again. I still don't know how I managed this and both my knees get nightmares thinking about this trip up and down. (My knees are magical and can think for themselves.)
Next on the list was finding the Bed and Brekfast, and after what felt like wandering around the desert for twenty minutes we found it. It was a lovely place in the middle of the suburb of St. Andrews (which is not big). The welcome was wonderful and the room was amazing, felt just like a hotel only smaller. After stopping for a short while where I was able to allow my feet to breath for a bit, we were at it again ... walking ... and walking. We went back to the city centre where we sat down at Costa Cafe to find out where we were going next, but in the end we mostly just wandered around town aimlessly looking for a place to eat. We basically ended up at the same place where we had lunch, at Victorias Bar. We knew we would get good food there so we weren't to disappointed of not getting to sample more of the local cusine. Also most of the places in St. Andrews are rather expensive.
We left the diner when it was still roughly more than half an hour before the seminar started. The seminar tonight was sort of the opening act to the weekends conference, The Anderson Memorial Lecture. It took us for ages to find the place, and its basically because I screwed up! I was so caught up with the street names there that I didn't really pay much attention to the map or address. So we turned down a road we shouldn't have, if we had basically moved half a meter more and into a courtyard we would have been there, but I wanted to go down Butts Wynd (which I renamed Farts Alley) and from there it went all down hill. We made it back but it was quite frustrating that we could have avoided all this walking, on the other hand there were people about now so we felt more assured that we were at the right place. And so we were, we found the lecture theatre and sat down, which was a relief for my feet.
The speaker of the evening was a Professor Nick Higham and his talk was titled 'Anglo-Saxon Scotland?' (very imaginative title as you can see). I had heard that not everyone was pleased with having him as opening speaker for the night, and I must say I can understand why (although I didn't until Catriona explained it to me). I didn't take the same history courses as Catriona did so she was much more up on things than I was, but basically this guy was spouting nonsence which no 'sane person thinks anymore', and that it had felt like stepping thirty years back into the past in scholarship. He was an entertaining speaker though, it must be said. There are probably not many that can actually get the sentence: 'Not that I am insinuating that Bede was a Dalek' into a lecture.
After the talk we were invited over to a reception given by the University and sponsored by Glenmorangie! They offered us whiskey, red wine, white wine and some other beverages that I wasn't exploring to much of. They even had snacks. I had a glass of whiskey but because I had been walking so much and had an early start to tomorrow I didn't imbibe too much, although Catriona got a bit mellow with a glass of red wine. We mingled, although just barely, we met a guy from Cambridge, named Paul (I thought his name was Bob, but found that odd for a Cambridge boy), all dressed up in tweed! He knew Geraldine our teacher so we had something in common to talk about. Then we spent a few minutes talking to Dauvit and Thomas before splitting. It's a good thing I am good at finding my way around places because I would not have trusted Catriona in her mellow state to get us where we were going, we walked back to the B&B and were very happy when we were finally in bed exhausted after an eventful day.
To be continued ...
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