As you all are aware, Edinburgh (and the UK as a whole) experienced crazy snow (by Edinburgh standards anyway) around the time everybody was trying to get back. As a result, a lot of my friends got stuck in various places for a few days. In my last few days, I wandered about the city, saw Holyrood Palace (wish I'd done that when the grounds were open), and packed and cleaned. The snow restricted what I could do, so I never made it to Craigmillar or to Roslin Chapel. Obviously, I will just have to come back, right?
In my last few days, I did Christmas shopping, went to the Christmas market with Craig (he bought me Fire Punch.... mmmmmmmmm), andLeeAnn and I hung out a few times, since we were the last few Americans left around. It was soooo depressingly sad to say goodbye to everybody. Especially when everybody was gone from my apartment... poor Katea had so many problems getting out, but at least she eventually made it. On Tuesday it was go time. I was checking my train to London compulsively... and it was cancelled. All trains to London were cancelled because of some track issues. I was a mess... After calling my mom and dad, I sent the Rigbys an email asking if I could stay with them for a night in case I left my dorm and got locked out in the event of a cancelled train. They are such wonderfully nice people, they even invited me to stay for Christmas, but I was flying out on Christmas so I had to miss out on the chance... but it was definitely nice to get home and be with my own family :) Anyway, back to my train. I got on a bus to Waverley to try and get sorted... I found out that I could take the VirginRail West Coast service that left a little later. So I ran home, got all my stuff, and got back on a bus to Waverley. I sat around for FOREVER and it was soooo cold. The train kept being delayed more and more and more. When they finally announced a track, there was a mad scramble to get on and get seats since every person trying to get to London that day was trying to get on this train. Luckily, I had gotten on in the compartment that didn't have assigned seats for booked passengers, so I was safe. Unfortunately, there was a screaming baby, and then later in the very, very, very long train ride, very annoying smallish children.
I read my book, watched I Love You Man, and tried to sleep. Finally, I got to London and managed to get to Waterloo Station, which was near Cary's flat. It was SO good to see her, since I hadn't seen her since high school!! It was about 11 by the time I got there, but we stayed up til 3 or so reminiscing and catching up on each other's lives. The next day we woke up really late and did some more sightseeing. The following may be out of order because I'm bad at remembering days, but Cary and I went to Covent Gardens, the Natural History Museum (SO COOL), the British Museum, the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland, Selfridges Department Store, and the Tate Modern. We also went shopping at Primark, and went to a bar, but that did not end well for Cary's roommate, and so I ended up chilling with Cary's roommate's friend until we decided to go back.
On Christmas Eve, Cary had to get to the airport, and I was going to the Hilton at the airport, so we decided to go together by Tube. This may not have been the best choice, because of heavy luggage going on and off the tube and stuff, and we had left later than planned... we thought about trying to get a cab, but the guy advised us the tube would be faster. I was kind of worried that Cary would miss her flight, but she got there in time, hooray! I checked into the hotel and collapsed for a bit, had some tea, watched TV, and started to get sick. Yuck. I went to the airport and ate dinner at a pub there, then came back, and I couldn't sleep because I was all riled up for my flight the next day. I woke up ludicrously early, checked out, got to my terminal at the airport, and waited like an hour to check in, because business class check in was not open, so there was only one guy checking in all the business class and gold level whatever fliers. It was sooo obnoxious. I got through security with minimal problems, and then chilled out in the AA lounge until it was time to go to the gate. I had some tasty food and some more tea. I got on the plane, and maaaaan business class is nice. Except that I was starting to get really sick. So much so that I didn't really enjoy my flight too much, especially because I couldn't eat the ben and jerry's ice cream or partake of the alcohol. However, I did watch a lot of movies with the comfort of Bose noise cancelling headphones and a lot of space to recline. I couldn't sleep, though.
When I got home, I got through customs really fast and my family wasn't there yet to pick me up. When they got there, I was so glad to see them. I missed them so much in Edinburgh! I got home, and talked to my neighbors who came to say hi for a while, then we did Christmas. Everybody liked the stuff I got them, so I was really happy. Christmas dinner was amazing as usual. But I was so tired that I missed grasshopper pie, which is like the highlight of the year. I woke up the next day feeling even more sick, and more tired, and just generally gross, but at least I was home.
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The End is Nigh! (sadly)
I bought an Advent calendar at Tesco the other day, because it had Homer Simpson on it, plus, who doesn't like waking up to a piece of chocolate every morning? However, I realized shortly thereafter that said Advent calendar is also counting down the days until I have to leave the UK for good, so, every time I open another door, I get a little bit more sad. But not really... it is just so hard to believe that I'm almost done here. I feel like I only know one part of Edinburgh really well, and there is so much I haven't gotten around to doing. Today, I thought about going to Craigmillar, but my flatmate Katherine is sick, and we were going to go together, and I didn't want to go alone. Also, my exams start on Monday, and I am thinking that I should probably be doing some serious revision (that is what they call studying/reviewing here) before then. It's 4:21 and I have only read maybe 3 pages of an article. It's been that kind of day here in the Croft(I don't know if I have explained yet that the building in which I reside is called Hermit's Croft, and I'm sure that information is necessary to make sense of much of what will be said here).
An explanation of why it was that sort of day has to take us back to Monday, after I turned in my Orality essay. All the snow was still charming and lovely, and upon my return from class, I found Caroline making Christmas decorations, and I decided to join in on the making of paper chains, while watching Elf, so obviously, I got none of my archaeology work done at all. Five hours and many Christmas songs later, we had covered the entire flat in paper chains, made more decorations out of magazine pages, and I was pretty sleepy, so I went to bed. The next day, I tried again to do some archaeology work, and succeeded in getting maybe one paper (out of six) done by the time I had to go to class at 4.
our delightful decorations!
Wednesday, I had planned to wake up super early, write some reports, and then spend Chelsea and my weekly Wednesday hangout at the Christmas market and then go to the IFSA-Butler tea. This is when things started getting hairy. I woke up late and Katherine and I ended up going to the National Museum of Scotland to do our project for archaeology. It was miserable outside. Remember my last entry, when I was so pleased with snow? Well, it was cute at first when Edinburgh had no idea how to cope with a teensy weensy (by Rochester/Chicago/Minneapolis standards) bit of snow, but after days of slippery sidewalks, everything being closed, and snow, icicles, and occasionally drainpipes falling off our building, it was starting to get really old. We got word that IFSA-Butler cancelled our afternoon tea, to which we'd really been looking forward becuase we were getting hoodies (wooo) and cupcakes (om nom nom), so Chelsea and Katherine (whose class was cancelled) and I regrouped and decided that we would meet for lunch at one of the Indian restaurants on Clerk St. After deciding that one of them was really expensive, we went to a different place, where I got amazing sweet potato/butternut squash soup and tea, which was really nice. We sat around whining about not wanting to do our archaeology papers, and when we were all done, braved the further deteriorating weather to go home. I'd planned to go to the library, but it was just really gross out and my feet were soaked. Chelsea and I decided that we would go to the carnival at night, when everything would be lit up. We ended up not going 'cause the weather was so awful.
This brings us to Thursday. Having written maybe one and a half of my reports by this time, I was starting to get a little worried, especially because the Classics Society Christmas Meal was that night and I wanted to be able to have fun. Well, in the morning we got an email saying that Monday exams were being postponed due to the inability to move furniture into exam locations and get the script books delivered (what bs!!). Normally, this would be great, but in fact, it was terrible for Chelsea and me, as our exam Monday would now be Saturday or later... awful because we had an exam Saturday already, and were leaving for London and Paris the next day. So, both of us were seething for a while, and we went to class to find that almost everybody else was just as upset. One girl had a flight back to Minnesota on the 10th, and it would cost $2000 to change it. Our course organizer told us there was really nothing we could do, so Chelsea and I were all worried and upset.
I went home, tried to write more, and managed to finish all but two and a half of my essays. I figured they'd both take a pretty significant time, so I resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to leave post-meal drinks pretty early. Dinner was so fantastic. We had it at an Italian restaurant, Ciao Roma, that seemed to have a weird pirate theme going on (I couldn't figure out why). There was a skeleton in a cage hanging from the ceiling, and dead pirate type things lying around. I kid you not. Anyway, I ended up having crostini, beef medallions with asparagus, and profiteroles. Such a good meal. So delicious. I was so full. It was really strange, because in the US, I feel like I have a much more casual relationship with a lot of my professors than the formality that is demanded here for the most part, however, I can't imagine more than a few of them joining a bunch of students for a big meal, and more, joining them in drinking.
One of the younger lecturers and a lecturer who is on maternity leave right now but had come to the dinner anyway (incidentally, the one who was supposed to be teaching one of my classes, and more incidentally, knew Oliver Nicholson!) were gossiping about students with my friends. Anyway, after the dinner, we went to a bar nearby and had convinced a number of the lecturers to come along for 'just one drink'. Admittedly, all of them did leave after the one drink (but the drinks lasted a while), but one of them stayed on past when I left, and apparently the goal of all of the students was to get him quite drunk (a plan that seemed to be working well). It was all very weird. I was having a great time until I realized it was midnight, and I announced that my carriage had turned back into a pumpkin and so I had to leave to write my essays. Craig and Veronica were trying to convince me to stay, but I resisted. However, on my way out, I was persuaded to do a tequila shot with everybody. It was hilarious, because one of the girls didn't know the proper order to take the shot (salt, tequila, lime), which is a big joke in an episode of Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but nobody else knew why I thought it was so funny. Anyway, I went home, wrote about 300 words, and then fell asleep.
I woke up around 6:30 and managed to be out of bed, writing by 7. I was hoping to have everything done and be at the library by 12:45, so I'd have plenty of time to print everything and get it turned in before we had to go to the rescheduled butler tea, which was going to be at 2:00. I actually managed to get everything done relatively quickly, until it came to getting the bibliography ready to go. Somehow, this took me an inordinate amount of time, and I was running quite late. I got to the library and started trying to print, but it wasn't working. I think that the printers won't print anything that is saved in .odf (Open document format), so I got around it. I had to print like 50 pages of reports. It was ridiculous. The University goes on about green initiatives, but all the departments insist that you turn in 2 single-sided copies of your essays. With everything all turned in, we went to tea.
Tea was lovely, but I was so exhausted at this point. The cupcakes were yummy, and I saw a lot of people I hadn't seen for ages. I hadn't seen my friend LeeAnn since our Highlands trip in early October, so it was really great to get to chat with her for a while. It was sad to pretty much be saying goodbye to everybody, and to say goodbye to Deirda and Ruth. I was really sad that Katharine wasn't there too, because I wanted to say goodbye. The three of them have been so helpful to me. I didn't expect that I would use much of the IFSA support while I was here, but it ended up being important, and they are all really fantastic people! LeeAnn and I walked back, while Chelsea, Sarah, Lindsey, and Sam walked the other way into New Town to do some shopping. LeeAnn ended up coming over for hot chocolate and more leftover pie and we just sat around talking for like two and a half hours. I was so tired, I'd planned to take a nap before the evening, but I didn't get around to it.
At 6:30, a bunch of Crofties (and Chelsea and Lindsey... pretending to be Crofties, even though they got found out pretty quickly) went on an excursion to the Winter Carnival/German Christmas Market in New Town, and some of the Croft social funds went to buying us all a ride on the Ferris wheel. Chelsea, Lindsey, Liz, Lauren, and I all went on together, and then we realized that 1) we are all sort of afraid of heights and 2) we could make the car spin around. The views from the top were amazing... all the lights and decorations in New Town were beautiful, plus Arthur's Seat and Calton Hill were beautiful in the background. We then partook of Prince's Street Punch, which was, I think mulled wine with brandy in it. It sounded pretty sketchy... and it was. I think I'll have to stand in the really long line for the real Gluwein next time I pop by the German Market (and get some spaetzle and donuts mmmmm). We checked out the whole area, and Chelsea bought a teeny nutcracker. We decided to go home after that. I was going to stop by a pup we hadn't been to yet with some of my friends, but I was so so so so so tired, that I went home, watched 30 Rock, ate dinner, and fell asleep. I slept for like 11 hours, and I was still exhausted when I woke up.
I guess essays do that to you.
the ferris wheel
Edinburgh is beautiful
Oh, also, we found out that our exam for Orality will in fact take place on Monday (which is good!), through special permission, so now I have a lot of studying to do before then. I have a strategy, so it should be okay.
OH OH OH. An exciting thing that I almost forgot... my 21st birthday is on WEDNESDAY! Not that it matters here, but it's still a big deal among my American friends, and even among my British friends, 21st birthdays seem to be worth a fuss. We're using it as an excuse to go out and blow off some steam during finals week. I think it's going to be a really fantastic time, though I'm sad that I can't celebrate with my friends at home. We'll have to do that later!
An explanation of why it was that sort of day has to take us back to Monday, after I turned in my Orality essay. All the snow was still charming and lovely, and upon my return from class, I found Caroline making Christmas decorations, and I decided to join in on the making of paper chains, while watching Elf, so obviously, I got none of my archaeology work done at all. Five hours and many Christmas songs later, we had covered the entire flat in paper chains, made more decorations out of magazine pages, and I was pretty sleepy, so I went to bed. The next day, I tried again to do some archaeology work, and succeeded in getting maybe one paper (out of six) done by the time I had to go to class at 4.
our delightful decorations!
Wednesday, I had planned to wake up super early, write some reports, and then spend Chelsea and my weekly Wednesday hangout at the Christmas market and then go to the IFSA-Butler tea. This is when things started getting hairy. I woke up late and Katherine and I ended up going to the National Museum of Scotland to do our project for archaeology. It was miserable outside. Remember my last entry, when I was so pleased with snow? Well, it was cute at first when Edinburgh had no idea how to cope with a teensy weensy (by Rochester/Chicago/Minneapolis standards) bit of snow, but after days of slippery sidewalks, everything being closed, and snow, icicles, and occasionally drainpipes falling off our building, it was starting to get really old. We got word that IFSA-Butler cancelled our afternoon tea, to which we'd really been looking forward becuase we were getting hoodies (wooo) and cupcakes (om nom nom), so Chelsea and Katherine (whose class was cancelled) and I regrouped and decided that we would meet for lunch at one of the Indian restaurants on Clerk St. After deciding that one of them was really expensive, we went to a different place, where I got amazing sweet potato/butternut squash soup and tea, which was really nice. We sat around whining about not wanting to do our archaeology papers, and when we were all done, braved the further deteriorating weather to go home. I'd planned to go to the library, but it was just really gross out and my feet were soaked. Chelsea and I decided that we would go to the carnival at night, when everything would be lit up. We ended up not going 'cause the weather was so awful.
This brings us to Thursday. Having written maybe one and a half of my reports by this time, I was starting to get a little worried, especially because the Classics Society Christmas Meal was that night and I wanted to be able to have fun. Well, in the morning we got an email saying that Monday exams were being postponed due to the inability to move furniture into exam locations and get the script books delivered (what bs!!). Normally, this would be great, but in fact, it was terrible for Chelsea and me, as our exam Monday would now be Saturday or later... awful because we had an exam Saturday already, and were leaving for London and Paris the next day. So, both of us were seething for a while, and we went to class to find that almost everybody else was just as upset. One girl had a flight back to Minnesota on the 10th, and it would cost $2000 to change it. Our course organizer told us there was really nothing we could do, so Chelsea and I were all worried and upset.
I went home, tried to write more, and managed to finish all but two and a half of my essays. I figured they'd both take a pretty significant time, so I resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to leave post-meal drinks pretty early. Dinner was so fantastic. We had it at an Italian restaurant, Ciao Roma, that seemed to have a weird pirate theme going on (I couldn't figure out why). There was a skeleton in a cage hanging from the ceiling, and dead pirate type things lying around. I kid you not. Anyway, I ended up having crostini, beef medallions with asparagus, and profiteroles. Such a good meal. So delicious. I was so full. It was really strange, because in the US, I feel like I have a much more casual relationship with a lot of my professors than the formality that is demanded here for the most part, however, I can't imagine more than a few of them joining a bunch of students for a big meal, and more, joining them in drinking.
One of the younger lecturers and a lecturer who is on maternity leave right now but had come to the dinner anyway (incidentally, the one who was supposed to be teaching one of my classes, and more incidentally, knew Oliver Nicholson!) were gossiping about students with my friends. Anyway, after the dinner, we went to a bar nearby and had convinced a number of the lecturers to come along for 'just one drink'. Admittedly, all of them did leave after the one drink (but the drinks lasted a while), but one of them stayed on past when I left, and apparently the goal of all of the students was to get him quite drunk (a plan that seemed to be working well). It was all very weird. I was having a great time until I realized it was midnight, and I announced that my carriage had turned back into a pumpkin and so I had to leave to write my essays. Craig and Veronica were trying to convince me to stay, but I resisted. However, on my way out, I was persuaded to do a tequila shot with everybody. It was hilarious, because one of the girls didn't know the proper order to take the shot (salt, tequila, lime), which is a big joke in an episode of Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but nobody else knew why I thought it was so funny. Anyway, I went home, wrote about 300 words, and then fell asleep.
I woke up around 6:30 and managed to be out of bed, writing by 7. I was hoping to have everything done and be at the library by 12:45, so I'd have plenty of time to print everything and get it turned in before we had to go to the rescheduled butler tea, which was going to be at 2:00. I actually managed to get everything done relatively quickly, until it came to getting the bibliography ready to go. Somehow, this took me an inordinate amount of time, and I was running quite late. I got to the library and started trying to print, but it wasn't working. I think that the printers won't print anything that is saved in .odf (Open document format), so I got around it. I had to print like 50 pages of reports. It was ridiculous. The University goes on about green initiatives, but all the departments insist that you turn in 2 single-sided copies of your essays. With everything all turned in, we went to tea.
Tea was lovely, but I was so exhausted at this point. The cupcakes were yummy, and I saw a lot of people I hadn't seen for ages. I hadn't seen my friend LeeAnn since our Highlands trip in early October, so it was really great to get to chat with her for a while. It was sad to pretty much be saying goodbye to everybody, and to say goodbye to Deirda and Ruth. I was really sad that Katharine wasn't there too, because I wanted to say goodbye. The three of them have been so helpful to me. I didn't expect that I would use much of the IFSA support while I was here, but it ended up being important, and they are all really fantastic people! LeeAnn and I walked back, while Chelsea, Sarah, Lindsey, and Sam walked the other way into New Town to do some shopping. LeeAnn ended up coming over for hot chocolate and more leftover pie and we just sat around talking for like two and a half hours. I was so tired, I'd planned to take a nap before the evening, but I didn't get around to it.
At 6:30, a bunch of Crofties (and Chelsea and Lindsey... pretending to be Crofties, even though they got found out pretty quickly) went on an excursion to the Winter Carnival/German Christmas Market in New Town, and some of the Croft social funds went to buying us all a ride on the Ferris wheel. Chelsea, Lindsey, Liz, Lauren, and I all went on together, and then we realized that 1) we are all sort of afraid of heights and 2) we could make the car spin around. The views from the top were amazing... all the lights and decorations in New Town were beautiful, plus Arthur's Seat and Calton Hill were beautiful in the background. We then partook of Prince's Street Punch, which was, I think mulled wine with brandy in it. It sounded pretty sketchy... and it was. I think I'll have to stand in the really long line for the real Gluwein next time I pop by the German Market (and get some spaetzle and donuts mmmmm). We checked out the whole area, and Chelsea bought a teeny nutcracker. We decided to go home after that. I was going to stop by a pup we hadn't been to yet with some of my friends, but I was so so so so so tired, that I went home, watched 30 Rock, ate dinner, and fell asleep. I slept for like 11 hours, and I was still exhausted when I woke up.
I guess essays do that to you.
the ferris wheel
Edinburgh is beautiful
Oh, also, we found out that our exam for Orality will in fact take place on Monday (which is good!), through special permission, so now I have a lot of studying to do before then. I have a strategy, so it should be okay.
OH OH OH. An exciting thing that I almost forgot... my 21st birthday is on WEDNESDAY! Not that it matters here, but it's still a big deal among my American friends, and even among my British friends, 21st birthdays seem to be worth a fuss. We're using it as an excuse to go out and blow off some steam during finals week. I think it's going to be a really fantastic time, though I'm sad that I can't celebrate with my friends at home. We'll have to do that later!
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