The subject of this post is from a graffito on our campus, which I particularly enjoy. I'm not going to do multiple back entries. I'm just going to condense everything right here right now.
The week after the highlands, as you can imagine from my last post, was a scary blur. I went out with my friends most nights, and tried to focus as much as possible on work the rest of the time. That Saturday, I was incredibly excited because we were taking a field trip, and I haven't been on one of those in ages and ages and ages. Unfortunately, this field trip did not turn out so well. It was 12 pounds, which is quite a chunk of change, and we got on the bus, drove to the Scottish Crannog Centre along the same route we'd taken up to the Highlands the week before, got there, and when we saw what the Centre was, I think we were all a little disappointed. It was a tiny little building, and a re-creation of a neolithic lake-dwelling. We watched a dude show us how some prehistoric tools worked, and waited for him to finally get some fire made (the most exciting part of the day, by far), and then got taken into the Crannog, where we sat in the dark while a guy talked to us for a while. After this, we were left on our own to explore. I whittled a stick down, we looked at the exhibit 3 times, and had hot chocolate, and we still had an hour and 45 minutes until the bus was coming. There was really no path to hike around anywhere, and the centre didn't really have an indoors area, so we were all sitting around outside, freezing our butts off and trying to figure out how to fill up the time til the bus left. We mostly ended up meandering around the gift shop (the only heated area) until it was time to go. I got home, and pretty much fell asleep straightaway.
On Tuesday, my grandparents came to visit. I was really excited to see them! I have class until 6 on Tuesday evenings, so I didn't get to meet up with them until seven or so. I got moderately lost on the way over (stupid Google maps!), and had to call a friend to direct me there. I finally made it, and had a nice chat with my grandmother until my grandpa came back up from the lobby. We decided to eat at an Indian restaurant, Kismot, that I had been dying to try for ages. We waited forever and a day to get our food, but filled the time talking about plays and Mad Men (I could talk about Mad Men for just about forever!). When the food finally came, we were so hungry, I could have eaten anything. But this was amazing stuff... Kismot is family owned and all of the food is made up from scratch, and let me tell you, the difference is notable. My lamb was so tender and delicately flavored. Ahh, I have not eaten such a good meal in ages.
Wednesday, we went to the National Gallery. Art is interesting, but blogging about viewing art is not interesting. Dinner at the Hotel Bonham was amazing, and accompanied by more family tales. Thursday brought us to the National Gallery and a sushi dinner (yum). On Friday, we went to Glasgow. I'd never been there before, so we got on the train and headed there with the intention of going to the Kelvingrove Gallery. When we got there, we weren't entirely sure how to get to where we were going. I was so proud of myself that on my way to the visitors' center, a man actually came up to me and asked for directions! I pride myself on blending in, and usually I can give simple directions, but knowing nothing about Glasgow, I sadly had to admit that I wasn't from there.
We had difficulty finding the bus stop, so we took the subway, which I felt sort of bad about, considering that my grandma had her hip replaced recently, which means that she doesn't have a very easy time of walking up and down stairs. Then it turned out to be a longer walk than we thought from the subway station to the museum, so I felt bad again. We finally got there, and luckily, Grandma was able to use a wheelchair to rest while we were getting around the galleries. We looked at French and Italian art, had some coffee, and then checked out the other side of the museum, where they have natural history exhibitions. When the museum closed, we went back to the train station and waited until we could get an off-peak train back to Edinburgh.
Safely back on familiar ground, we went to New Town to eat seafood at the Mussel Inn, which was delicious. Saturday, G&G went on a highlands tour, so I tried to get some work done, and then went out with my friends Chelsea, Sam, and Lindsey. It was good to be out and about, and do some dancing! I came back, and went to sleep so I could meet up with G&G for the last time on Sunday. We went to look at the outside of the Scottish National Parliament Building, which is rather controversial because it was 1)not designed by a Scot, 2) went hugely over budget, and 3) does not fit in with the atmosphere of Old Town at all. Here are a few images so you can see:
http://tinyurl.com/3xzwxsk
http://tinyurl.com/32zrqdc
The inside was closed since it was Sunday, so we went on a bus to Leith, which is right on the ocean. We had another delicious seafood meal, and we said a sad goodbye as we went our separate ways.
Tuesday, I went to the Pub Quiz at the Greenmantle Pub, where I attempted to help out the ClassicsSoc team, but ended up being quite useless aside from the few questions I actually knew the answers to, but to which nobody actually believed that I was right. Oh well, next time! It's really mostly about hanging out with the group, because they are all really nice and fun. Well, actually, a couple of the guys got into a bit of a boast-fest, so Amisha, Sarah, and I left the premises.
Speaking of the ClassicsSoc, I finally feel like I've really integrated into something here, and it's killing me that I have to leave so soon. I wish I could extend to a full year, but I know that I have to be in Minnesota for the spring if I EVER want to finish my degree. Edinburgh is amazing, but I think at the end of this, it will be time to go back home and focus on determining my area of concentration, etc. I am thinking a lot about the future and things I would like to do, and feeling more and more like I'm meant to be in the education/communication side of things than the actual science-y bit. I'm still up for learning about the science, because that's hugely important (duh), but in the long run, I don't think that's where I'll end up. I've been working on internship applications (I know, already, can you believe it? A lot are due 17 Dec, which seems ludicrously early).
Okay, enough of all this. xx
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
the rundown: class, flatmates, friends, and the weather
I'm almost done with classes for the week. It's just this last one at 4:10 on a Thursday that stands in the way of my weekend (not that I have any huge plans or anything. I'm going to Shap, a place of which I only have the slightest notion of a corresponding geographical location, for my family homestay). So, here's the skinny on my classes for the rest of the semester:
1) Archaeology of Scotland (MTh (9:00-9:50): Sounds really interesting. Includes a field trip. However, I was a little disappointed to find out that all of the cool Roman stuff happens second semester, when I shall, sadly, be back in the US of A toiling away at my actual degree. Nevertheless, our course organizer was pretty cool, and today's lecturer showed up and taught class in a leather motorcycle jacket. We're starting off with a study of Scotland's post-glacial environment, so I zoned out a little as I am quite familiar with the basic information our lecturer was giving us on the retreat of glaciers after the last ice age, techniques for learning about past environments (ice cores, pollen analysis), and the Gulf Stream's influence on the climate of Great Britain. Hooray, geology, issues in the environment, and meteorology for teaching me things I can feel smart knowing in my life now! The only bother about this class is going to be the large number of essays (okay, mini-essays) that we have to write after each tutorial, plus a museum project, plus a final. At least I know that it's going to be interesting, so the writing should not be too much of a pain.
2) Scotland and Orality (MTuTh 4:10-5:00): I think this is going to be my favorite class. Our course organizer (almost nobody is called a professor in these parts) is delightfully Scottish, and the material is extremely interesting. In just two classes we have already listened to clips of "diddling," rap from the late 80's, and a passionate Southern preacher. Diddling is a sort of singing where, well, you diddle. Instead of singing words, you sing a melody using syllables generally similar to "diddley do." I thought it was pretty sweet. Maybe I should take it up as a hobby for myself, though I guess you still need to be able to carry a tune to diddle. I've already got a few books I need to make time to peruse as background reading (Oh no, I am voluntarily doing unnecessary reading? Is the world coming to an end?!). I'm so excited for the opportunity to learn about and actually do some fieldwork later in the semester. Interesting tidbit about this class: only six people of the 40 or so in the lecture are not visiting students. Weird, right?
3) The City of Rome (MTu 5:10-6:00): This is my token actual-progress-towards-a-degree class. I had been hoping to take Early Vergil and get some Latin language out of the way, but it was not in the cards. I couldn't take Cicero the Advocate and Scotland and Orality, so naturally, I picked Scotland and Orality. If you know me in a Latin-related context, you probably know my contempt for our dear friend Cicero. So, the normal organizer of this class, Lucy Grig, is on maternity leave, which is too bad, because I guess that Dr. Nicholson knows her in some capacity. I am sort of worried that the class is maybe a little too archaeologically focused for somebody who lacks any archaeological experience, such as myself, to be able to enjoy it. I was thinking about transferring to a class about the Severan Dynasty, because Elagabulus was a really interesting figure, but I had already signed up for my archaeology tutorial at a time that conflicted with the lecture, so that idea went out the window. In any case, I will make the best of this class since the material is so interesting, and it's half-seminar. I am sort of nervous for when it will be my turn to lead a seminar. I haven't had to do anything like that at Minnesota, and I am quite worried that I will come up short. I do not even know what my assigned topic will be yet, so I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
So, there you have it, my schedule in all its glory (and no class on Fridays!). I also have no class Wednesdays and a lot of free time every other day, but I am pretty much spending it in the way most students here seem to spend their time: in the library. There is so much reading that needs to be done for all of my classes. I had to take a break before I fell asleep in a textbook about Roman archaeology, so naturally I decided to blog.
Yesterday, was an excellent day. I woke up, read as much as I could in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo before I felt like I should probably be doing some work, then I talked to my roommate, Kaisa, who is from Ukraine, and we discussed our backgrounds. Up until now, I had barely spoken three words to Kaisa, who pretty much keeps to herself in her room (we can't really keep our doors open, so it's easy to stay in your room). Caroline, Katherine, and I spend a lot of time talking in the kitchen, and I feel like I've gotten to know them pretty well, and they are both really fun (though, in entirely different ways). We're planning to start cooking weekly "family" meals in the flat, which is going to be fun. But, I digress...back to Kaisa, it turns out that though she came from the Ukraine, her family is Bulgarian, and she regrets having not been able to communicate very well with her great grandmother, who didn't speak any Russian at all. She shared some of this amazing sheep's cheese from her grandparents farm, and it was sooo delicious. She explained that very nearly everybody in Bulgaria as well as in the Ukraine has sheep and makes their own version of this cheese, and she doesn't know what she's going to do when she runs out of her supply, because she eats it every single day.
We talked about going to the places we are from, and how you feel something, even if you're not in the particular town in which your ancestors lived. She went to Bulgaria this summer, and I went to Sweden, and it was cool to talk about connecting with our cultures. We both had this feeling in our respective destinations, of coming home, even though neither of us can understand the language of those countries. We also talked about how much we both want to learn more about our ancestry and collect the family stories. Since her ancestors moved around a lot and crossed borders, there is a lot of documentation, so they've been able to construct a pretty good family tree. For all of the times I have become interested in genealogy, I feel like I know almost nothing about anybody in my family before my grandparents. I've heard so many family stories, but I can't piece them together and keep track of the cast of characters or anything. This conversation reminded me that I probably owe a lot of people letters from Edinburgh, so I'll try to get around to that relatively soon.
At night, I hung out with the ClassicsSoc at a pub for a few hours, enjoying the free food that comes with pub sponsorship (I really wish that clubs at Minnesota could a)be sponsored by bars, b)meet at bars, and c)get drink specials at those bars due to sponsorship. I think Classics Club could get a lot more members if we could have events such as "drinking free wine and playing toga frisbee in the park." Anyway, after the pub needed more space for a Spanish language conversation group, we decided to hit up Teviot (one of the Student Union buildings), where we enjoyed cheap beverages and conversation ranging from which British TV shows I had to watch, which American TV shows are awesome, Stephen Fry, American Football, and whether I could be considered the replacement for the cool American exchange student (conclusion: yes).
We also played the game where you have a sticker on your head with a name and you have to ask yes or no questions to guess who you are. Everybody thought it was hilarious when I ended up with Sarah Palin, and when I was pretty sure I'd figured it out, my clincher question (in my full-on Sarah Palin accent, as Middlebrookers reading this might remember with a tinge of annoyance from election season) was, "Can I see Russia from my house?" After that, I became Elton John, and it took me FOREVER to figure out who I was knowing that my person was British, a singer, somebody Americans would know, alive, and possibly in a movie or two. In fact, I couldn't do it until somebody, frustrated with my inability to guess, shouted "YOU'RE GAY!!!!" That did it nicely as a hint, haha.
I figured I better go home because I had a 9 am lecture, and everybody was trying to stop me from leaving, but oh, I value my sleep. Unfortunately, I left a little too late in the lull in the rain, and it started pouring as I walked home jacketless, umbrellaless, and in ballet flats. My hat and the flannel shirt I was wearing were still wet this morning when I checked on them. Oh, Scotland, you and your rain! It's been raining all day today, too. Somehow, the city seems almost more beautiful in the rain, though. The old buildings fit right into the grey of the sky, and Arthur's Seat looming on the horizon under steel-colored clouds is such a striking image that I kind of stop and gape for a minute or two nearly every time I look in that direction. The other day, there was still sunlight even with the big dark clouds over Arthur's Seat, and it was one of the most fantastic vistas I have experienced in my young life. I wished that I had my film camera with me. Actually, I could have even gone for my silly digital point-and-shoot, which had run out of battery earlier in the day. I still need to climb Arthur's Seat, but I just don't want to get caught in bad weather on the way up. Obviously, I should do it sooner rather than later, since the further towards winter we get, the less likely I am to be comfortable. Naturally, we'll climb up on 5 Nov, no matter what the weather, so that we can see all of the fireworks and bonfires over the city for Guy Fawkes' Day!
Okay, that's enough procrastination... I really didn't mean for this entry to get any longer than a basic picture of my classes, and here I've gone and written a novel. I have 20 min til my next class, so that's not really enough time to do much of anything. I hate that lag time between classes or meetings that you feel just becomes wasted time. I'm in the library, which I'd assume should be quiet, but they're doing construction, so I keep hearing jackhammers, which sort of eliminates the purpose of going to the library for a peaceful and quiet place to study. Ah! It stopped raining, so I can use my 20 min to walk around in the Meadows, which is the city park. Excellent.
1) Archaeology of Scotland (MTh (9:00-9:50): Sounds really interesting. Includes a field trip. However, I was a little disappointed to find out that all of the cool Roman stuff happens second semester, when I shall, sadly, be back in the US of A toiling away at my actual degree. Nevertheless, our course organizer was pretty cool, and today's lecturer showed up and taught class in a leather motorcycle jacket. We're starting off with a study of Scotland's post-glacial environment, so I zoned out a little as I am quite familiar with the basic information our lecturer was giving us on the retreat of glaciers after the last ice age, techniques for learning about past environments (ice cores, pollen analysis), and the Gulf Stream's influence on the climate of Great Britain. Hooray, geology, issues in the environment, and meteorology for teaching me things I can feel smart knowing in my life now! The only bother about this class is going to be the large number of essays (okay, mini-essays) that we have to write after each tutorial, plus a museum project, plus a final. At least I know that it's going to be interesting, so the writing should not be too much of a pain.
2) Scotland and Orality (MTuTh 4:10-5:00): I think this is going to be my favorite class. Our course organizer (almost nobody is called a professor in these parts) is delightfully Scottish, and the material is extremely interesting. In just two classes we have already listened to clips of "diddling," rap from the late 80's, and a passionate Southern preacher. Diddling is a sort of singing where, well, you diddle. Instead of singing words, you sing a melody using syllables generally similar to "diddley do." I thought it was pretty sweet. Maybe I should take it up as a hobby for myself, though I guess you still need to be able to carry a tune to diddle. I've already got a few books I need to make time to peruse as background reading (Oh no, I am voluntarily doing unnecessary reading? Is the world coming to an end?!). I'm so excited for the opportunity to learn about and actually do some fieldwork later in the semester. Interesting tidbit about this class: only six people of the 40 or so in the lecture are not visiting students. Weird, right?
3) The City of Rome (MTu 5:10-6:00): This is my token actual-progress-towards-a-degree class. I had been hoping to take Early Vergil and get some Latin language out of the way, but it was not in the cards. I couldn't take Cicero the Advocate and Scotland and Orality, so naturally, I picked Scotland and Orality. If you know me in a Latin-related context, you probably know my contempt for our dear friend Cicero. So, the normal organizer of this class, Lucy Grig, is on maternity leave, which is too bad, because I guess that Dr. Nicholson knows her in some capacity. I am sort of worried that the class is maybe a little too archaeologically focused for somebody who lacks any archaeological experience, such as myself, to be able to enjoy it. I was thinking about transferring to a class about the Severan Dynasty, because Elagabulus was a really interesting figure, but I had already signed up for my archaeology tutorial at a time that conflicted with the lecture, so that idea went out the window. In any case, I will make the best of this class since the material is so interesting, and it's half-seminar. I am sort of nervous for when it will be my turn to lead a seminar. I haven't had to do anything like that at Minnesota, and I am quite worried that I will come up short. I do not even know what my assigned topic will be yet, so I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
So, there you have it, my schedule in all its glory (and no class on Fridays!). I also have no class Wednesdays and a lot of free time every other day, but I am pretty much spending it in the way most students here seem to spend their time: in the library. There is so much reading that needs to be done for all of my classes. I had to take a break before I fell asleep in a textbook about Roman archaeology, so naturally I decided to blog.
Yesterday, was an excellent day. I woke up, read as much as I could in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo before I felt like I should probably be doing some work, then I talked to my roommate, Kaisa, who is from Ukraine, and we discussed our backgrounds. Up until now, I had barely spoken three words to Kaisa, who pretty much keeps to herself in her room (we can't really keep our doors open, so it's easy to stay in your room). Caroline, Katherine, and I spend a lot of time talking in the kitchen, and I feel like I've gotten to know them pretty well, and they are both really fun (though, in entirely different ways). We're planning to start cooking weekly "family" meals in the flat, which is going to be fun. But, I digress...back to Kaisa, it turns out that though she came from the Ukraine, her family is Bulgarian, and she regrets having not been able to communicate very well with her great grandmother, who didn't speak any Russian at all. She shared some of this amazing sheep's cheese from her grandparents farm, and it was sooo delicious. She explained that very nearly everybody in Bulgaria as well as in the Ukraine has sheep and makes their own version of this cheese, and she doesn't know what she's going to do when she runs out of her supply, because she eats it every single day.
We talked about going to the places we are from, and how you feel something, even if you're not in the particular town in which your ancestors lived. She went to Bulgaria this summer, and I went to Sweden, and it was cool to talk about connecting with our cultures. We both had this feeling in our respective destinations, of coming home, even though neither of us can understand the language of those countries. We also talked about how much we both want to learn more about our ancestry and collect the family stories. Since her ancestors moved around a lot and crossed borders, there is a lot of documentation, so they've been able to construct a pretty good family tree. For all of the times I have become interested in genealogy, I feel like I know almost nothing about anybody in my family before my grandparents. I've heard so many family stories, but I can't piece them together and keep track of the cast of characters or anything. This conversation reminded me that I probably owe a lot of people letters from Edinburgh, so I'll try to get around to that relatively soon.
At night, I hung out with the ClassicsSoc at a pub for a few hours, enjoying the free food that comes with pub sponsorship (I really wish that clubs at Minnesota could a)be sponsored by bars, b)meet at bars, and c)get drink specials at those bars due to sponsorship. I think Classics Club could get a lot more members if we could have events such as "drinking free wine and playing toga frisbee in the park." Anyway, after the pub needed more space for a Spanish language conversation group, we decided to hit up Teviot (one of the Student Union buildings), where we enjoyed cheap beverages and conversation ranging from which British TV shows I had to watch, which American TV shows are awesome, Stephen Fry, American Football, and whether I could be considered the replacement for the cool American exchange student (conclusion: yes).
We also played the game where you have a sticker on your head with a name and you have to ask yes or no questions to guess who you are. Everybody thought it was hilarious when I ended up with Sarah Palin, and when I was pretty sure I'd figured it out, my clincher question (in my full-on Sarah Palin accent, as Middlebrookers reading this might remember with a tinge of annoyance from election season) was, "Can I see Russia from my house?" After that, I became Elton John, and it took me FOREVER to figure out who I was knowing that my person was British, a singer, somebody Americans would know, alive, and possibly in a movie or two. In fact, I couldn't do it until somebody, frustrated with my inability to guess, shouted "YOU'RE GAY!!!!" That did it nicely as a hint, haha.
I figured I better go home because I had a 9 am lecture, and everybody was trying to stop me from leaving, but oh, I value my sleep. Unfortunately, I left a little too late in the lull in the rain, and it started pouring as I walked home jacketless, umbrellaless, and in ballet flats. My hat and the flannel shirt I was wearing were still wet this morning when I checked on them. Oh, Scotland, you and your rain! It's been raining all day today, too. Somehow, the city seems almost more beautiful in the rain, though. The old buildings fit right into the grey of the sky, and Arthur's Seat looming on the horizon under steel-colored clouds is such a striking image that I kind of stop and gape for a minute or two nearly every time I look in that direction. The other day, there was still sunlight even with the big dark clouds over Arthur's Seat, and it was one of the most fantastic vistas I have experienced in my young life. I wished that I had my film camera with me. Actually, I could have even gone for my silly digital point-and-shoot, which had run out of battery earlier in the day. I still need to climb Arthur's Seat, but I just don't want to get caught in bad weather on the way up. Obviously, I should do it sooner rather than later, since the further towards winter we get, the less likely I am to be comfortable. Naturally, we'll climb up on 5 Nov, no matter what the weather, so that we can see all of the fireworks and bonfires over the city for Guy Fawkes' Day!
Okay, that's enough procrastination... I really didn't mean for this entry to get any longer than a basic picture of my classes, and here I've gone and written a novel. I have 20 min til my next class, so that's not really enough time to do much of anything. I hate that lag time between classes or meetings that you feel just becomes wasted time. I'm in the library, which I'd assume should be quiet, but they're doing construction, so I keep hearing jackhammers, which sort of eliminates the purpose of going to the library for a peaceful and quiet place to study. Ah! It stopped raining, so I can use my 20 min to walk around in the Meadows, which is the city park. Excellent.
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