oh noes

i am done with classes! this quarter's been so intense that the minute i got done with my final paper (which was kind of a bitch), i got bored. i didn't know what to do. a bunch of people went out to do a mini pub-crawl, but i was exhausted. i pulled the last of my weekly all-nighters at oxford. well, we'll see how things go the day before i leave and i find myself in a mad rush to pack.

i'm sad. very, very sad. i'm not ready to leave. and i'm kind of in love with everyone here - i couldn't have asked for a better group dynamic. my tutorial was pretty amazing, despite my weird-ass tutor and his black vietnamese pyjamas. the close readings class - not so much. our instructor was entertaining. actually, the class as a whole was a farce... or, as ruth described it, a shitshow.

why close readings was a shitshow:
-walking to st. catz everyday with the english major superstars (basically, all the stanford kids in the class are superstar english majors (self-explanatory, ya know). except me, with my grand total of FOUR english classes that i'd taken at stanford! damn) and trying not to get hit by the whacko drivers.
-staying awake in class after getting 2-4 hours of sleep the night before. tuesdays and wednesdays are when i prep for my tutorials so i end up staying up late/pulling an all-nighter. i may or may not have fallen asleep on the first day of class. right in front of the instructor and all the st. catz kids.
-joseph mandla unterhalter crawford. our instructor. yes, those are his real middle names. i really hope this blog isn't searchable via google.
-crawford's obsession with death. he sounds like the evening news. his examples all consist of fatalities. i love him.
-the st catz kids. well, two of them really. one is crazy hair guy, and i think he merits his own bullet point. the other kid is this tall, germanic model-like dude who was fairly handsome at first, but we've all decided that he looks weird now. conner says he has bad teeth. i haven't noticed this. oh, and we call him posh spice because he seems really into his appearance.
-crazy hair guy. oh, crazy hair guy. imagine chandler from friends. add a huge mess of grayish-black curly hair on his head, flying in all directions. also add a manic gleam to his eyes. and a deep, scary voice. then, imagine this guy volunteering for every single question the instructor asks. i love crazy hair guy. ellen and i were going to compose odes to crazy hair guy. maybe we'll still have time.

so i realised i still have so much to describe about my time here. like my trip to edinburgh. i'm aiming to blog every single night for the next... two nights. oh NOES :(

also: we leave oxford monday, but i'm going to berlin for 2 days, france for 3 days, and then home. i hope nothing goes wrong. i hate travelling, especially with my sketchy passport. also, it would kind of suck if i got stabbed in a street in paris or something like that. no stabby.