Monday means back to school, & I can’t say that I was entirely looking forward to it. My first class, Individual Differences, was better than it was last week. We talked about a lot of personality things, which I am familiar with thanks to my HPU education. My next class, Positive Psych, was pretty interesting. We discussed happiness, then our professor presented us with our first journal “assignment.” We’re supposed to make a collage with pictures and representations of what we want, then put it under our beds & look at them every night, then reflect on our feelings regarding our collages. I’m not entirely sure what she wants us to do, & my confusion rose to new levels after she showed us her collage, which featured scantily clad women with “features” that our professor admires, vacations she desires to take alone, and pole dancing moves she wished to accomplish, since she readily admitted to us that she was a pole dancer. Obviously a very interesting class. I didn’t find much in the magazines she provided for my collage, and definitely didn’t have time to put it together, so that’s something that I may or may not be doing later.
I spent the rest of the day doing errands, trying to get some sleep, and talking to people from home before eating a delicious dinner and going out. I was supposed to meet another American at the dorm to let me in for a little bit of fun before the club, but she was nowhere to be found, so I followed some other kids in and wandered around a bit before finding Kaitlin, Kim, & Danielle, and heading to the kitchen (apparently the party room) to have some fun. There were a ton of people there, and they were playing a drinking game. They kept telling people to “consume,” which I thought was an English thing, but it was really just part of the game, as was pointing at people with your elbow. We eventually left there to get tickets to Oceana and to get on the bus that would take us there, spending some time in the student union bar.
What followed was one of the most ridiculous bus rides I’ve ever encountered in my life. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was singing. Singing anything, from “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” to popular 80’s American anthems. I really didn’t understand it, but it was fun nonetheless. We made it to the club, and were pretty much instantly ushered in, and spent the next 4-ish hours dancing in the enormous, mulit-themed dance club.
The bus ride home wasn’t nearly as entertaining as the one there, but we got to sit in the front top of the double decker and had a beautiful view of the area on the ride home. I figured out where my house was in relation to everything else, a revelation that would save me a lot of walking time in the future. Getting home at almost 3 am, I was able to video chat with people at home at a time that was considered “late” to them, and fell asleep after one of my best nights in England to date.
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