First off, oh University of Leicester, you slay me! Space money? How hysterical. I guess the first structure they’re planning on building on the moon is a hamburger stand. Who wants to bet 5 QUIDs that it’s a McDonald’s? (And can’t we just have a barter system based on Tang?)

That lead-in is my way of telling you that the narrative thing isn’t working for me. I’ve been attending classes, hanging out with people, sleeping and doing other thrill-a-minute things like shopping and reading. Sorry to say mine is not a life that needs to be recounted play by play. If you disagree then I can put your mind at ease by telling you that for dinner tonight I had pasta with garlic, broccoli and sausage. I also wore a black shirt with a red vest (“sleeveless jumper” or “knit waistcoat”… I polled Brits and this was the best we could do.) Tomorrow I don’t have class until 4pm. Satisfying entry, no?

One thing that’s been tough for me is that most of my friends from my program live in a “hall” (dorm) that’s pretty far away from me. I’ve hung out a bit with people from my “hall” (though not my hall aka “flat.” Have I confused you yet?) recently, but we’re not nearly as numerous as those Opal Court people! They’re also closer to silly things like campus and the city center. Fie on them.

We’ll pretend that distance thing is why I couldn’t make it back from the bar on Friday night and fell flat on my face on the sidewalk. In reality I was going back towards Opal Court when I fell, cut my face open, and apparently lay on the ground hysterical laughing until I was picked up and carried on someone’s back. I then played the Yenta, threw up a bit, and passed out on my friend’s bed. So, once again, collapsing, gutters and death have been delayed through the kind intervention of strangers/still near strangers. Wow, that was remarkably play-by-play. Also very typically college student, except for the part where I never did the passing out in the street thing in college!

Hi Mom.