I seem to have this problem that involves becoming illiterate the moment that I set foot in the library. It's rather problematic, as I usually end up looking like an idiot. This usually raises issues with using the doors, in that I'm always pushing when I should be pulling or vice versa. The handles are the same on both sides of the door, so I have nothing to go on sometimes. And occasionally, the doors are actually labeled "push" or "pull," and I still fuck it up. It's sort of frustrating, but mainly amusing. I'll probably figure it out. Eventually.
In general though, the library system here is a lot more complicated than what I'm used to. A variety of factors play into this, but I won't go into them, because it's not the most exciting of topics. But yeah, the library is testing my powers of intellect. And I have to use multiple libraries, because some things are in the main library, others in the classics library, and still others in the art and architecture library. Again, sort of like SC, but with less organization and more confusing doors. You can tell I've been spending most of my time doing assigned readings and being disoriented.
Something else that's different, academically, is the paper that's used for essays and handouts and notebooks and whatnot. A4 is the common paper here, which is drill chart sized. 8.5 by 14 or whatever. I would like to know why that is, sort of. Why can't paper be a standard size everywhere? I have to redo the page layout on Word. It's weird little things like that that nobody ever tells you before you go somewhere. I also have to format my papers slightly differently, with more spaces and different spellings and placements of punctuation. Little nit-picky things that I can totally handle.
Onto less boring considerations, have a video of James McAvoy on Craig Ferguson the other night. It's a good exercise in understanding why it's so fun over here:
That's all for now. I have nothing else with which to bore you, currently.
- C
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Alive.
I'll save a long and involved post for when I finally have internet in my room, but right now a short library recap will do.
1. I am alive and safe in Edinburgh. The sun is nowhere to be found, but there are clouds and precipitation aplenty.
2. Since a breakfast of fruit salad and half a croissant on the plane at 6am (my time) yesterday, I have eaten nothing but 2 packages of peanut butter sandwich crackers and 2 Twizzlers. I have to go to the mini-Tesco in front of my flat today, probably just to buy cereal and milk. I have nothing with which to cook anything else.
3. My flatmate is Russian. This is hilarious, but probably only to me.
4. I am trying to decide if it is worth the effort of making friends, when I have no money to go out and do anything anyway. Right now, I am exceptionally bored, but that's mostly because my internet isn't set up yet.
5. I missed a class today because I couldn't figure out what room it was in. Both the internet and the board outside the department office were wrong. Off to a great start, academically. Hopefully, I have better luck with the other class that I have today.
6. I slept from approximately 6pm last night until 11am this morning, with about an hour in the middle of waking up and not being able to fall back to sleep.
7. I am of the opinion that I look like I belong in this city. Or else, everyone here looks sort of like me. It's brilliant.
8. I've been called "love" and had someone say "cheers" because I held the door. Being surrounded by Scottish accents is awesome.
9. I actually walk too slowly for most of the people here, who are always hurrying to get out of the weather. It's a new and different sensation. I'm not sure that I can walk faster than I do.
10. I promise pictures next time around, as long as the sun comes out at some point. Or I can stand outside without getting soaked. Whatever comes first.
Okay, I should try to find my other class now. Cheers.
- C
1. I am alive and safe in Edinburgh. The sun is nowhere to be found, but there are clouds and precipitation aplenty.
2. Since a breakfast of fruit salad and half a croissant on the plane at 6am (my time) yesterday, I have eaten nothing but 2 packages of peanut butter sandwich crackers and 2 Twizzlers. I have to go to the mini-Tesco in front of my flat today, probably just to buy cereal and milk. I have nothing with which to cook anything else.
3. My flatmate is Russian. This is hilarious, but probably only to me.
4. I am trying to decide if it is worth the effort of making friends, when I have no money to go out and do anything anyway. Right now, I am exceptionally bored, but that's mostly because my internet isn't set up yet.
5. I missed a class today because I couldn't figure out what room it was in. Both the internet and the board outside the department office were wrong. Off to a great start, academically. Hopefully, I have better luck with the other class that I have today.
6. I slept from approximately 6pm last night until 11am this morning, with about an hour in the middle of waking up and not being able to fall back to sleep.
7. I am of the opinion that I look like I belong in this city. Or else, everyone here looks sort of like me. It's brilliant.
8. I've been called "love" and had someone say "cheers" because I held the door. Being surrounded by Scottish accents is awesome.
9. I actually walk too slowly for most of the people here, who are always hurrying to get out of the weather. It's a new and different sensation. I'm not sure that I can walk faster than I do.
10. I promise pictures next time around, as long as the sun comes out at some point. Or I can stand outside without getting soaked. Whatever comes first.
Okay, I should try to find my other class now. Cheers.
- C
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Why haven't you left yet?
Until approximately yesterday afternoon, I was hoping to be on last night's 10pm Continental flight to London. I have an epic tale [as befits my epic nature] about why I have not yet left for the UK, as I'm sure that anyone who knew my original plans would like to know why they changed. And hey, I might as well document the good with the bad.
On one of my flights from LA to Philly after the Rose Bowl, I made the mistake of picking up a Spirit Magazine (Southwest's in-flight magazine). The Libra horoscope read: Stay home this month. Leaving will be stressful due to travel snafus. I paraphrased, but you get the point. Sure enough, my flight from Nashville to Philly, the final leg of my journey, was delayed. Well, damn, thought I. This does not bode well. I arrived home, an hour later than I was expecting, and with the knowledge that my passport had not yet been returned by the British Consulate-General in NYC. You see, in order to make my trip overseas easier, I decided to apply for a visa. With a visa, I will be able to pass through customs with ease (hopefully), among other benefits. Unfortunately, the visa process took longer than I thought/advertised. The Consulate-General's website reads:
I call that company, spend most of my call time on hold, and finally get to talk to a woman who says that she can send an email marked as "urgent" for me. Oh, good, because I have every confidence that they read their email regularly when elsewhere on the site it says that they take an average of 22 days to return emails. Uh huh. But what else could I do? I had her do that, said thank you, and freaked out. Things were looking more bleak. As my mom said, "What a cluster." I spent the night packing, not knowing if I would actually be leaving the next night or not.
After some deliberation, my dad agreed to drive to NYC first thing in the morning the next day. Note: I live about 2 hours away from NYC, depending on traffic. Sometimes it's less, but often more. We left at 8am and made good time until Hoboken. Which is how it always goes. Fortunately, my dad's GPS suggested an alternate route that saved us about 45 minutes of sorrow trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel. Seriously. I was astounded.
As a quick aside, my dad hates driving in cities, NYC most of all. It's contrary to his driving style. So for him to do this for me, when we have no guarantee that this venture will be at all fruitful, is nothing short of the ultimate show of love. And I am incredibly grateful for my long-suffering father indeed. Most especially for what comes later.
We get to the city, find the Consulate, park. At this point, it's approximately 10:15, and we haven't eaten or done anything but drive since early that morning. Upon entering the building that houses the Consulate, we find a line of three or four other guys arguing with the security guard, an old Caribbean man. They are all apparently having the same problem that I am, and there is nobody in the entire building that we can talk to. Cue terrible feeling of doom. The guys in front of me had no luck, so of course I didn't either. We gave up after approximately 5 minutes, because what else could we do? Storm the Consulate? Nope. It was time to drive the 2 hours back home, after walking back to the car. My dad, because he is a phenomenal human being, said nothing, making this experience slightly easier for me. I did, however, cry for the next hour and a half, because I was more frustrated than I've ever been in my entire life. That, and I'm a woman. Whatever.
When I got home, I checked my email to find one that said that my visa application had been approved and had a UPS tracking number. When I tracked the package, it said that it had been billed on Jan. 2nd, but had no further info. I called UPS, they started an inquiry and found out that the package was just sitting at the Consulate, ready to ship that night. Um, WTF GUYS. So I think that my visa had actually been issued on Jan. 2nd, but they waited until last night to ship it. THANKS. AWESOME. The girl at UPS told me that it should arrive on Monday. Great, so I officially have to change my flight to London and then the connecting flight to Edinburgh. Which is what I spent yesterday afternoon doing.
Besides damages for emotional distress, I maintain that the British government owes me about $900 for last minute flight changes. Yeah, thanks, guys. Great working with you.
Barring any further unforeseen catastrophes, at which point I would probably have to take this semester off (because I am not, in fact, made of money), I leave from Newark at 6:55pm on Tuesday. At which point I will have missed orientation and my first three days of classes. But hey, whatever, I'll figure it out. At least I'll be there.
On the up-side, I get to be home for my dad's birthday tomorrow. I can tell him that I have nothing but gratitude for his existence, because that's the truth.
And that is the terrible story of why I am still home, bored.
Because it might come in handy, my exact flight info is as follows:
Outbound: Virgin Atlantic Flight 3118 (operated by Continental) departing Newark at 6:55pm Jan. 8th and arriving London Gatwick at 6:55am on Jan. 9th.
easyJet flight 703 departing London Gatwick at 10:30am and arriving Edinburgh at 12:00pm.
Inbound: Virgin Atlantic Flight VS0001 departing London Heathrow at 4:00pm Jun. 30th and arriving Newark 6:40pm Jun. 30th.
And now that I've told you all sorts of stuff, there are things that I want to know from you.
1) Who's planning on reading this?
2) Anything specific you want pictures/descriptions of?
That's really it. Just trying to cater to my audience and make this more exciting for anyone that chooses to read this. But yeah, seriously, if you comment, I'm more likely to update.
- C
On one of my flights from LA to Philly after the Rose Bowl, I made the mistake of picking up a Spirit Magazine (Southwest's in-flight magazine). The Libra horoscope read: Stay home this month. Leaving will be stressful due to travel snafus. I paraphrased, but you get the point. Sure enough, my flight from Nashville to Philly, the final leg of my journey, was delayed. Well, damn, thought I. This does not bode well. I arrived home, an hour later than I was expecting, and with the knowledge that my passport had not yet been returned by the British Consulate-General in NYC. You see, in order to make my trip overseas easier, I decided to apply for a visa. With a visa, I will be able to pass through customs with ease (hopefully), among other benefits. Unfortunately, the visa process took longer than I thought/advertised. The Consulate-General's website reads:
We aim to process the majority of mailed applications within 5 business days regardless of which visa you are applying for. However we would advise all applicants to make their applications a minimum of 14 days before their proposed date of travel. This is particularly important during the busy holiday periods at Christmas and the summer.Ok, fine, did that. Thought it would be fine. Silly me. I received an email saying that my visa application had been received and that it could take 5 working days to review. Oh no. So I attempt to call the Consulate-General the day after I get home, in order to inform them of my increasingly urgent situation. Unfortunately, it is IMPOSSIBLE to talk to a real person in that office about visas. And I'm serious when I say IMPOSSIBLE. You try: (212) 745-0200. Enjoy the switchboard voice, she's all you'll hear for about 15 minutes. The option that their website provides is calling an outside company, for $3 a minute or a $12 flat fee. They also let you know beforehand that this company can't tell you anything about specific applications, just give you general suggestions and advice. Thanks, British Consulate. You're so helpful.
I call that company, spend most of my call time on hold, and finally get to talk to a woman who says that she can send an email marked as "urgent" for me. Oh, good, because I have every confidence that they read their email regularly when elsewhere on the site it says that they take an average of 22 days to return emails. Uh huh. But what else could I do? I had her do that, said thank you, and freaked out. Things were looking more bleak. As my mom said, "What a cluster." I spent the night packing, not knowing if I would actually be leaving the next night or not.
After some deliberation, my dad agreed to drive to NYC first thing in the morning the next day. Note: I live about 2 hours away from NYC, depending on traffic. Sometimes it's less, but often more. We left at 8am and made good time until Hoboken. Which is how it always goes. Fortunately, my dad's GPS suggested an alternate route that saved us about 45 minutes of sorrow trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel. Seriously. I was astounded.
As a quick aside, my dad hates driving in cities, NYC most of all. It's contrary to his driving style. So for him to do this for me, when we have no guarantee that this venture will be at all fruitful, is nothing short of the ultimate show of love. And I am incredibly grateful for my long-suffering father indeed. Most especially for what comes later.
We get to the city, find the Consulate, park. At this point, it's approximately 10:15, and we haven't eaten or done anything but drive since early that morning. Upon entering the building that houses the Consulate, we find a line of three or four other guys arguing with the security guard, an old Caribbean man. They are all apparently having the same problem that I am, and there is nobody in the entire building that we can talk to. Cue terrible feeling of doom. The guys in front of me had no luck, so of course I didn't either. We gave up after approximately 5 minutes, because what else could we do? Storm the Consulate? Nope. It was time to drive the 2 hours back home, after walking back to the car. My dad, because he is a phenomenal human being, said nothing, making this experience slightly easier for me. I did, however, cry for the next hour and a half, because I was more frustrated than I've ever been in my entire life. That, and I'm a woman. Whatever.
When I got home, I checked my email to find one that said that my visa application had been approved and had a UPS tracking number. When I tracked the package, it said that it had been billed on Jan. 2nd, but had no further info. I called UPS, they started an inquiry and found out that the package was just sitting at the Consulate, ready to ship that night. Um, WTF GUYS. So I think that my visa had actually been issued on Jan. 2nd, but they waited until last night to ship it. THANKS. AWESOME. The girl at UPS told me that it should arrive on Monday. Great, so I officially have to change my flight to London and then the connecting flight to Edinburgh. Which is what I spent yesterday afternoon doing.
Besides damages for emotional distress, I maintain that the British government owes me about $900 for last minute flight changes. Yeah, thanks, guys. Great working with you.
Barring any further unforeseen catastrophes, at which point I would probably have to take this semester off (because I am not, in fact, made of money), I leave from Newark at 6:55pm on Tuesday. At which point I will have missed orientation and my first three days of classes. But hey, whatever, I'll figure it out. At least I'll be there.
On the up-side, I get to be home for my dad's birthday tomorrow. I can tell him that I have nothing but gratitude for his existence, because that's the truth.
And that is the terrible story of why I am still home, bored.
Because it might come in handy, my exact flight info is as follows:
Outbound: Virgin Atlantic Flight 3118 (operated by Continental) departing Newark at 6:55pm Jan. 8th and arriving London Gatwick at 6:55am on Jan. 9th.
easyJet flight 703 departing London Gatwick at 10:30am and arriving Edinburgh at 12:00pm.
Inbound: Virgin Atlantic Flight VS0001 departing London Heathrow at 4:00pm Jun. 30th and arriving Newark 6:40pm Jun. 30th.
And now that I've told you all sorts of stuff, there are things that I want to know from you.
1) Who's planning on reading this?
2) Anything specific you want pictures/descriptions of?
That's really it. Just trying to cater to my audience and make this more exciting for anyone that chooses to read this. But yeah, seriously, if you comment, I'm more likely to update.
- C
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