And then we all dressed up and went to an art gallery to drink wine and meet our tutors. I'm so excited to take classes with them. My writing tutor seems really great in particular. Jut a goofy guy. My terrorism tutor is also a nice guy but a very close talker. Like really, uncomfortably close. Also: I want Barbara White, one of the ladies running the program, to be my best friend. And Andrew Butterworth, who is everything you would think a quirky old english guy would be.
What I learned last night: English boys don't like it when I wear headbands "in the wrong way," among other things. We talked to a boy who was at the pub with this father. They were just hanging out together, and both chilling with us. The father bought us drinks. Weird, right? Now I'm pooped after a mostly not-remembered, probably embarassing evening (hence, BFO), and woke up this morning to a Katie sleeping on our dining room floor. Most of us went to the market afterwards, and I'm pretty sure I was still drunk, but I did buy some bread.
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| Us with our new friend, who later was not our friend anymore. Whatever, he didn't like my headband. |
Tonight a lot of us are going to see Spring Awakening, and then maybe have a slightly less crazy night. Stonehenge tomorrow.
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