I'm in England. Every time I need to cross a road, I look back and forth in panicked confusion and run for it. I heard on the BBC radio today that there is a new tax on fags. I was momentarily alarmed, but then I figured that my crush on my dog sitter probably wouldn't be enough to change my bracket. (You expect these sorts of confusions in a foreign language "attend" in french, "becoming" in german, but it's quite startling when it's your native language.)
I have not been admitted to Birmingham at this point, but I think I will be, gods willing. I went to a colloquium after having 2916491728 espressos today and participated more than anybody else, which Cola (who also went) said was probably a good thing. So if they have space, I'm probably in. Funding is another issue.
The town, which I haven't seen that much of yet, seems kind of run down in parts, but it's not like Middletown or anything. It's the second largest city in the UK, so I have good hopes. Also, it's only 1.5 hours to London and the hours of coursework expected of me would be 0. I might commute. However, there are lots of big, nice parks around and I think Xena would really like it here. I don't know what's up with me, but I really miss her when I'm away from her for more than a few hours. She's just a dog, but she's my dog and I wish I could take her with me everywhere.
2 comments:
I like England, save for the crummy weather. 6 months out of the year of overcast sky here is enough for me. But it'll be totally cool if you live there! I'd be living vicariously through you.
smurfette
hahaha
my voice might be on bbc radio very soon, for real.
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