Hello friends, family, strangers. Just thought it appropriate to fill you in on the average day here at my new school. Obvi these pics were not all taken in the same day, but I’ll walk you through the thrills that are my average weekday. Typically. This will probably be the most boring blahg ever, but to fulfill the requests I’ve had, here goes nuffin. Weekends are way more exciting, which is why each weekend gets its own post. We good on that?
First, I wake up. Do y’all do that in America? Or is that just a European thing? Most days I have to wake up early (like 8:30ish), but on Thursdays and Fridays I don’t have class until the afternoon. So that’s stinking fabulous.
Here’s my home. It doesn’t look like this today. (Today was SUNNY! More on that later.) But this is the gist of it. People can parallel park their cars like bosses here, also. Puts us to shame, y’all.Here’s what it looks like when I walk from my room to class. Cute, right? I try to be sneaky with my pics. Tourist traits are geeky to have. I have a social status to uphold here, folks.On the way, I stop to grab breakfast, which 99% of the time is a croissant. The chocolate ones rock my world. This particular photographed morning, my beverage choice was water(?). Gross. I must have been feeling really awake or really poor that day because I usually have a coffee, too. I also grab a sandwich to throw in my backpack since my lunch break is really time limited. Ham and cheese… gourmet.On Mondays and Wednesdays I have class in this beautiful building alllll dayyyy longggg. But I almost don’t even mind it because I really like the girls (yes, all girls) in there with me. It’s a pre-nursing class. My presentation on the liver that I gave on Monday was for this class. I did decently, FYI. One chick even came up to me after class (“course”) and said, “You did really well. It really didn’t even matter what you were saying because with your accent, you sound so clever!” Amen to that, sista. I’ll take it.Most other days of the week, my classes are in this building. It’s called Roger Stevens. Oh, Roggy. Though I’m no architect, I know this is the mostly poorly designed building I have ever stepped foot in. Or at least in the top 10. To this day, I still have to plan time to get lost on the way to my classes in there. It’s insane. I won’t bother describing it, but here’s a pic of what the classrooms look like.Taa daa. As you can see if you have eyes, there is a door that opens to every row within the classroom. Which means that every room has about 15 doors. Give or take. Does that sound financially feasible to you?? Last time I designed a building, it was way more efficient than that. Additionally, if you want to leave in the middle of class, sorry. You can’t. You are LITERALLY TRAPPED. I am fearing the day someone has to throw up and the whole class has to be evacuated.Here’s a butt ton of stairs I have to walk up twice a week. Seriously, this is my exercise regimen. And I’m def okay with that. They continue on beyond what the picture shows, so feel some sympathy, will ya? Or don’t.Took this picture today. IT WAS SUNNY AND SO BEAUTIFUL! Felt like I was back in America again. It was 0 degrees Celsius, but in some areas, I hardly needed my scarf and gloves. YAY. They even turned the fountain back on. It has been frozen since I got here, so seeing this was new to me. Preeeeetty.At dinner, I eat dinner, however, I always finish it off with some chocolates to wash down the stuff I ate that I didn’t like. Pictured is myself, formerly a model, and my new favorite type of chocolate: Dairy Milk Caramels. Make a special request, and I’ll bring some back for ya. I’m on vacation, I can eat what I want, right?Here’s the common room in my building where peeps sit around and be common. I’ve watched a couple of movies in here, done some Facebooking and blahg updating, and pregamed here. It’s basically just a room is what I’m getting at. Took this picture during the super bowl party. Aren’t the American flag decorations just precious?Here’s my (our– I share it with 4 other girls) bathroom and shower. The shower entrance is as wide as my hips, to give you a visual. You’re welcome for that. I’m sure you are thrilled to know what my bathroom looks like. Sleep peacefully, now, y’all. (Notice the two-fauceted sink.)Here’s my (our– I share it with 4 other girls) bathroom and shower. The shower entrance is as wide as my hips, to give you a visual. You’re welcome for that. I’m sure you are thrilled to know what my bathroom looks like. Sleep peacefully, now, y’all. (Notice the two-fauceted sink.)And here’s the most hilarious/ awful thing about my bathroom. Meet our toilet paper roll. The worst invention (second to my sink which has two faucets: one for cold water, one for hot water, and none for warm water) and most hilarious invention all in one. Above, you will see the toilet paper roll functioning properly. When you pull on the paper, you’ll receive one square. It is then that you pull again. And again. And again. BUT NOT TOO QUICKLY! (Or too slowly– identifying the correct pulling speed is key.) Or else, the wrath of the toilet paper dispenser (below) will come upon you and your little streaming sheets of squares will get stuck in the locked (literally– it is locked) blue roll of death. And then you have to use paper towels. And your flat mates will hate you.
Then, I wind down by (sometimes) Skyping my fam or friends. Hey cutest dad ever! Or…..….by going out for a few dranks… I can’t say I prefer one over the other. Skyping the ‘rents, sippin’ a Louisiana Jam, whatev. You know.But no matter what, I always end the night with my ear drops so I don’t go deaf. And then I write an entry in my journal about the best part of my day. Life is so good.
