They weren’t joking when they said that this programme will feel exactly like what it is: a 2-3 year programme squeezed into 1 year.
The first day’s experience was DEFINITELY sink-or-swim. At the end of it I felt like my swim floaties were completely deflated and I survived but had the uncomfortable taste of salt water still in my mouth after choking a few times.
The next two days of courses has increased the number of pages to read, resources to find, reminders of how little I know about the UK and my lack of practical experience, and weekly assignments to add to my calendar out of fear I’ll forget something (God bless you, Google reminders).
Today and tomorrow are dedicated to my (maybe futile) attempt to catch up and build those metaphorical swimming muscles. Despite the workload, I am super psyched about this experience because it is so unique to me and with adulthood/maturity/whatever you call it I’m not so much terrified as failure as I am motivated to accomplish as much as possible, even if that means the most I can accomplish is learning how to swim beyond dog-paddling.
Sorry for the cheesy metaphors… unfortunately schoolwork does kill my creativity and ability to spend time letting my mind wander into good/bad puns.
“what are you doing now?"
“buying ice cream and reading for tomorrow. what about you; do you have plans?”
“buying gin and drinking it while reading for tomorrow”—that was the most intense first day of classes i’ve ever experienced. but, the good news is i didn’t feel as alone as i thought after chatting with some classmates afterwards!
Smog’s album Supper was playing in the coffee shop this morning. I talked to guy there about him recently announcing the European tour and the new album coming up. Two people I’ve met in less than a week who love him almost as much as I do. More reasons to dig it here!
There was a fundraising event at the bank that involved employees dressing as certain countries. I, fittingly, had USA and was able to discuss setting up an account with a man in a red, white, & blue Elvis costume (huge wig and all). That’s definitely a memory that’ll stick.
After I tripped and landed flat on my face (literally) my first night in Glasgow, the next day I couldn’t seem find any place that had neosporin or hydrogen peroxide. I went to two markets and one pharmacy (!) and they didn’t have anything at all “to help heal cuts.” I later asked a Scot about it and he replied that he’d most likely just to to the ER if he had some bad cuts and be less pro-active about finding a solution on his own, and that he guessed that was the weird paradox of having free healthcare. I wonder if that’s the norm but really curious to experience the socialized health first-hand to compare!
Later, a friend told me that in most EU countries neosporin/cortisone requires a prescription because it’s steroidal (and apparently somewhat dangerous if misused). Contrasted with codeine, which can be purchased without a prescription at most drug stores.
“I spent about four hours in jail in 1956 for contempt of Congress, and while I was there I learned a new folk song from a fellow prisoner.”—Pete Seeger, speaking with Brian Lehrerthis morning on WNYC. (via wnyc)
Hello, this is David Taylor, record librarian for WMUC. I have spent the last couple days digitizing the MiniDisc containing Elliott Smith’s ‘96/’97(?) live performance at WMUC. It’s done and the tracks are now available for download. However, it is my regret to inform you that the MiniDisc is not…