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I’m going to start off by apologizing to any Leicester people who read this, since I’ve set these entries to upload as Facebook notes when I make them. I know I’ve probably complained to you about the vast majority of this already! Also I’m sorry for my gratuitous use of British cussing in the title. Except that I’m not. How could I resist? The title I wanted to opt for, “The Latest Outrage,” is probably my most-used blogging title of all time. It’s time for a change!

So what’s bothering me today? Much like Andy Rooney, I am quite eager to tell you.

I haven’t slept properly in days.

My bedroom is directly next to the toilet for my flat. This has actually been fine as the toilets themselves aren’t particularly noisy. The fans, however, have been a nightmare. On Monday one of them (because as near as I can tell there are two, and one is much louder than the other!) began running non-stop for hours on end. I put in a maintenance request and included an aside that one of my flatmates had put a sign on one of the toilets saying it didn’t work.

The next morning the nature of the fan problem changed. Instead of whirring constantly, which at least provided white noise, it switched to a pattern of whirring for a few seconds and then going silent, then whirring again and so on. I was in my room when the folks from maintenance came in to look at the toilet and it was doing this on and off whirring when they were there. I assumed they would do something, rejoiced and went on my way to class. Of course, Tuesday night was a night of continuous interruption. I sent an email to the Accommodation Office because I figured my problem hadn’t been attended to yet and I didn’t want to file another request form while one was still outstanding. I let them know that the fan was no longer running continuously and was instead going in spurts.

Wednesday I get a note under the door (because that is the way maintenance communicates with you. Heaven forfend we use email or anything so people have a way to respond) saying that no fault had been found. So Wednesday night = again no sleep. And then some clown decided to pull the fire alarm at 3am, causing everyone in Blocks A&B to have to rush outside in the freezing cold. I had just managed to fall asleep at 2. I was Very Unamused.

I sent in another maintenance request today stating that yes, there is a fault!  And could they at least please try to find it? And if they aren’t going to do that at least have the courtesy to tell me as much so I can request a housing transfer? Because they have a policy of “We’ll get to it when we get to it, unless it’s an immediate threat to health and safety” I also mentioned how this was quickly becoming a health issue as I grew more and more sleep deprived.

And lo! Someone responded to me! An actual email, giving the general outline of what they plan to do! It seems that a contractor installed some new fans this summer and they’re faulty. They’ve turned off the fan for the time being because they have to wait until this contractor comes in to replace them. Hey, I’ll take it. I’d rather share my air freshener than listen to that all day and night…

< / pushy American >

Another letter I got under my door last night was the bank letter I’d requested 2 weeks ago from the Graduate Office. They were really backed up because it was the start of term, which is why it took so long. As an international student I need one of these to prove to the bank that I am, in fact, a full-time student and that I really do live where I say I live.

I got to the bank today and the letter was all wrong. It didn’t have the bank name on it, my home (US) address or the dates of my course. I now have to wait for the graduate office to process another letter. Fingers crossed that they put the correct info on it this time!

I promise I’ll try to start doing interesting and blog-worthy (or at least photo-worthy) things very soon! I have a 4-day weekend coming up and I’m trying to recruit people to go someplace fantastic with me.

So, what’s new in your life?

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.

OK. Wow, this entry might be a doozy but I’m going to have to try and condense events as much as possible because I’m unsure that I’m ever going to have time for in-depth entries ever again! My schedule is frightening me that much.

I left off with me taking a taxi to St Pancras to get the train to Nottingham. Luckily for me the hotel called a driver who was a friend of theirs instead of an official taxi driver, so I was allowed to set my own price for the ride. The internet had informed me the usual price for this run was around £26, but I got away with paying £20. This is still a ridiculous price, but there you have it. I was one of the first people on my train so I managed to have a place to store my copious belongings. Late-boarders were not as lucky since there’s barely any storage space on Midland Mainline trains. This later proved to be a huge problem when it was Rebecca and I boarding in the middle of the train’s run from Nottingham to Leicester with 4 huge bags.

I met Rebecca at the Nottingham train station and we took (another) cab to her friend Lonnie’s apartment. Lonnie, who was someone I only knew about previously as Rebecca’s “heavy metal Pony friend,” was absolutely lovely and a really great hostess. While in Nottingham I got to see pretty much all the tourist attractions they’ve got, including Nottingham Castle (with its snazzy new exhibit about the Robin Hood BBC series. Unsurprisingly a terrible exhibit to accompany a terrible show! Although at least the terrible show is more entertaining than the terrible exhibit) and “the oldest pub in Britain,” Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem Inn. Later that night I got to meet some of Rebecca’s friends, including Hugh Laurie Part II.

The next day we futzed around until it was time to catch our train to Leicester. Another friend of Rebecca’s picked us up at the station and gave us a place to crash for the night. In the morning we walked all of the luggage several blocks to my dorm. It really wasn’t terribly far, but it seemed pretty far with all that junk in tow!

I’ll post more on aesthetic impressions another time, when I’ve got some accompanying pictures. All-in-all Nixon Court (my dorm) is better than I anticipated. Of course there are very few people on my course who live nearby, so that’s a bummer, but the rooms are nice enough. I don’t have a very social hall (another bummer) but I’m going to do something very revolutionary and attempt not to talk too much about people on this (very unlocked) blog because that always comes back to haunt me.

For the W&M readers amongst you I’ll give you a sense of where I’m living. I’m about as far away from the main campus as I was living at Ludwell, but sadly there’s no bus for the rainy days. My department is located a bit away from the main campus in an old building that probably used to be a private home or, dare I say, apartment? Oh College Apartments… So, basically, this is a very familiar living and campus situation!

I went to International Student Orientation, which was basically a waste of a week. The sessions were boring and only tangentially relevant, simply reiterating the (admittedly scattered) information off the website. I did meet some people from my course though, so that was nice. (And even though I only have good things to say about them I’m still cutting off here, as I endeavor not to talk about them!)

This week we had yet another registration, which consisted of getting our handbook and Study Guide. It contains the information about who is teaching each module, unit, session or tutorial. The timetable for when each of these sessions meet is found on Blackboard (oh, how I didn’t miss Blackboard!) and it’s a truly complex and confusing thing. Each session is marked with initials and group names indicating who has to attend it, so I went through and marked all my sessions. I’m a #, which indicates Museum Studies (as opposed to Art Museum & Gallery Studies), as well as in groups B, 2, Warrington, Lundy and Jupiter. So now we know who’s teaching each session and when they meet, but what do we have to do for each one? To figure that out you need to go into each professor’s folder on Blackboard and find the document that corresponds with the topic they’re teaching on each day. Your readings and assignments are in there! However, each professor does it a bit differently so it’s not really uniform.

So a lot of cross-referencing and information to synthesize even before you get to the information you’re learning! I’m very anal about to-do lists and schedules so I’m not sure how this is going to work out just yet. I think I’m going to try making myself a spreadsheet with meeting times and readings etc all in it. But there’s already reading to be done! Oy vey.

This wasn’t meant to be a complaint-filled entry by any means! I’m enjoying myself and the course looks fascinating. My professors seem brilliant and entertaining and I can’t wait to get started. I just wish I could mentally organize instead of having to do it all visually

An opportunity as arisen, and though it isn’t part of my course I will have the opportunity to take a language course for £89. That’s pretty darn cheap. I can’t decide between French and German, so I’m looking for feedback. What say you?

It’s been quite awhile now and I’m actually currently settling into my university accommodation, but I’m going to attempt to do this all somewhat chronologically!

On Thursday I left from Newark Liberty International in New Jersey for a relatively uneventful flight to London Heathrow. The plane was nowhere near full, so essentially all of the middle seats were empty. At this point in the journey I was actually taking copious notes about events and my feelings and impressions, but I’ve since stopped. By that token I’ve also had enough time to both revise some of my initial opinions and simply decide to withhold others. I suppose I’ve always been rather keen on internal internal monologues. Especially when they’re about stupid things like OMG sandwich with butter!11!!!1!

Going through Passport Control was a breeze and I thought I might get to my hotel earlier than the anticipated 10pm because I decided to take the Heathrow Connect instead of the Tube. I had two giant, unwieldy bags with me, one of which should have been charged massive overweight fees for nearing 70lbs but for some reason wasn’t. I could hardly move it at all and certainly couldn’t heft it up stairs or over huge platform gaps. I can swing a 65lb child on my hip with ease, but I can’t move a 70lb bag. I guess it’s true about dead weight being/seeming heavier.

The Heathrow Connect is the slower, cheaper version of the Heathrow Express. It’s still ostensibly faster than the Tube, costs a bit less than a Zone 1-4 ticket, and leaves you off in Zone 1 at London Paddington station. From there I only had a few stops to my hotel on the Tube. Because it was for people coming to or going from the airport I figured there would be ample luggage space. On paper it was a brilliant idea. In practice the Heathrow Connect only came once an hour, every station I changed at had about 23909823 steps to schlep my suitcases up and down, and the Tube station was about a mile away from my hotel. Without the kindness of complete strangers who helped me carry my bags, to say nothing of the people who directed me to my hotel (and in some cases misdirected, but they were well-intentioned), I would have collapsed in a London gutter and died. Of course I would have been robbed of all my belongings first, but collapsing, gutters and death would have followed closely behind. As it is it was something of a miracle that I arrived at my hotel whole and with my luggage merely stylishly distressed.

I almost cried with happiness when I finally got to the Langland Hotel. The man behind the front desk explained to me that the toilet was in the basement and the shower was upstairs and I exclaimed “wonderful!” I was then shown into a room approximately the size of the bed it contained, which left me with very few options about where to put my luggage. There was free WiFi and a free breakfast every morning, so all-in-all it was fine. I’m really not a snob when it comes to hotels. The only reason I sprang for a budget hotel instead of a hostel was because I needed a secure place to leave my bags! The walls were paper-thin though, so I didn’t get much sleep. I spent most nights banging on my wall and shouting at the people in the next room that I could hear every word they were saying, so surely they could shut up at 3am? They were Americans, so don’t worry I wasn’t contributing to our poor international reputation.

I genuinely intended to wake up in time for breakfast on Friday, but I was tired enough to sleep right through it. I then went to get a mobile since I felt a bit naked without one. This is sad because I really hated them until about a year ago. I got a cute enough phone with decently cheap service, and thus far very good network coverage. My SIM card is Mobile World, which is sold by Carphone Warehouse and meant specifically for international calls, and it’s carried by T-Mobile. Considering how spotty their coverage is at home, I was amazed at the clarity of my calls. Even with the crap exchange rate my phone here, which is nicer, cost less than my phone at home and calling and texting prices are similar.

I spent the rest of the day on Friday at the British Museum, which featured such gems as a necklace made of bird heads, the Elgin Marbles and my favorite gallery in any museum anywhere, the Enlightenment Room. It’s an exhibit explaining the origin of the British Museum AND the thought processes behind Enlightenment era collecting aka wunderkammer and pseudo-science! It’s wonderful. (On a somewhat related note, I didn’t get to the Sir John Soane Museum. I was carrying my laptop around that day, so my bag was too large. Next time…)

 

 

Dear 18th Century-
I missed you. Let’s have babies.
Love, Kirsten

On Saturday I went to Westminster Abbey, as I’d never been. It was beautiful! I enjoy old graveyards normally, but this was simply exquisite. A lot of famous dead people, and some fairly hilarious memorials. My favorites were the 16th and 17th century ones where the statues of the deceased are reclined on their pillows, but not lying down as dead people ought to. Instead they are lying rather coquettishly on their sides, with their elbows resting on a pillow and their head supported by their hand. I wish I had been allowed to take pictures inside the Abbey proper so that I could demonstrate. Alas I could only take pictures of:

The oldest door in Britain! Don’t ask why that picture is so large. I re-sized it, but it seems that the oldest door in Britain is having none of it. You might be able to read the sign at this size.

The cloisters. Pretty!

There was loads more and I do have pictures, but I got sick of uploading and re-sizing them. You know how I know this? I wrote everything prior to this paragraph two days ago!

Without further ado…

After Westminster Abbey I went to St Pancras station to buy my rail ticket for the following day. I was also casing the route there to see if I would be able to make it on the Tube with my giant bags. There were too many stairs and there was construction, so the verdict was no. This meant the painful decision to pay for a London taxi the next day. I had originally planned on going to the Tate Modern on Saturday afternoon, but upon seeing the Tube ads about a Millais exhibit at the Tate Britain I decided to try that instead.

If anyone has ever managed to locate the Tate Britain from the Pimlico station stop, I’d love to hear from you. Not only did I wander in every conceivable direction, but I also saw many others doing the same. The signs for the museum just pointed sort of vaguely away from the Tube station so they were no help. Several of my fellow wanderers asked for directions and then struck off towards a variety of compass points. I’m sure some of them must have found the museum since I didn’t see them again, but at least one weary soul joined me on the Tube about a half-hour later.

All-in-all it was a very uneventful, even dull, trip to London. Parts of it were fun or interesting, but it was lonely traveling alone plus I was wildly jet-lagged the entire time.

Next up: The East Midlands

 

Today I received a packet of information from the University of Leicester, including a 38-pg brochure for international students that I had already received over 2 months ago from all the universities that I am not planning on attending. I had found this brochure online a week ago and was a little perturbed that Leicester didn’t seem to be in the habit of actually mailing things to people, or alerting them to the availability of information. (I had also discovered a bunch of information on applying for your visa. This was not linked through either the Graduate Office or the International Office, my two main points of contact, but via the Student Support and Development Service. I found it by chance after an hour of perusing the vast unconnected wasteland of the University of Leicester’s website. Their offices are so discrete as to not even refer to one another even when their information overlaps. They are desperately in need of a reorganization, and this is not even current bitterness speaking.)

While looking at the website I also discovered the fact that you have to register for classes twice. First you have to pay your tuition, then on 17 September you have to register online. On 1 October you have to register in person.

Nowhere, nowhere on the website was Pre-Registration mentioned. That, however, was the second part of the mailing I got today. It is due to the University by 3 September. I don’t have a blessed idea as to why this mailing reached me at such an absurdly late date. So far I have had to confirm my acceptance of Leicester’s offer of place 3 times. This Pre-Registration amounts to nothing more than a 4th confirmation and an enclosed photo for my ID. I have always returned these superfluous confirmations the day or the day after I received them, so they should have been processed long ago. Yet it somehow appears that I am so low on the mailing-list priority that they figure, heck, America’s not that far. Let’s send it to her really obscenely late and see if she can still get it back to us in two days.

T0 be fair, it might not be the University’s fault. It might be Royal Mail. It might be the US Postal Service. It might be Customs. It might be a combination of all potential culprits. I don’t know yet, because I haven’t had a reply to my email (which is a shorter and more accusatory version of the exceedingly polite letter I enclosed with my forms) and Royal Mail appears to be anti-postmark so I have no idea when my package was sent.

I went to FedEx to overnight it, but apparently US companies take US holidays off even when they’re in other countries. So Monday 3 September? The date Leicester expects to receive my registration by? Labor Day. Even $43.04 will not expedite my package to arrive any earlier than the 4th.

If this impedes my ability to register for classes this year I will scream so loudly that you’ll be able to hear it.