Reflections on a year abroad...

So that night has finally come...the long awaited and dreaded and anticipated night before I leave for America. There were times I would kill for this moment and there are other times where I wished it wasn't true. Now as I sit here writing this, I am a mixture of feelings.

Today was an absolutely perfect last day. First of all, it was BEAUTIFUL in Norwich, as in not a cloud in the sky. That made it both lovely for a last day and makes it even harder for me to want to leave. This morning my friend was making pancakes and invited me over for a breakfast feast. After we were stuffed with pancake goodness, we headed into town for the last time. I wish there were more hours in the day, but alas that will just never be. I wish I had more time to take in the town one last time, but I know that all the time I spent in town will have to suffice. After that I came back and watched the American football team here attempted to play baseball or "Rounders" as they call it here. That was very amusing.

My busy day then continued with a visit to my dear British friend, Kirsty, who I only just met this semester. I walked over to her house and we spent some time talking and eating Dominoes pizza that she ordered for us. The best gift she could have given me though, was taking me to her village and other nearby towns. She took me to see her parents, who live about 10 minutes from Norwich and in a proper English village. All of these moments I cherish because it gives me insight into this incredible culture that I perhaps wouldn't get just living on campus. After that she took me to Wymondham, this beautiful old English village. Of course I forgot to bring my camera and kicked myself the entire time for not having it. We went into this Abbey built in 1107 and just absolutely ancient and stunning. Then, unfortunately, I had to return back to campus. Saying good-bye to her was hard because I wish I had more time here to get to know her, cause I know we would become best of friends.

And my day still continued with seeing my dear professor for the last time. I gave him back all the items he let me borrow for the year. He has been such a great mentor this entire trip and always so generous...that was a tough good-bye.

The hardest good-byes that I am having is saying good-bye to my flatmates and the city itself. Every day for 10 months I have lived in close quarters with my five other flatmates and it is just going to be a bit of a transition not having them in my life anymore. The hardest part is the fact that I may never see some of them again. I really could not have asked for better flatmates. I went out with my girls for the last time at the pub for a drink. I am going to spoil them with lots of treats from America next year, I can't wait. I really hope though that sometime in the future our paths will cross and I will be able to see my friends again. Thank goodness for the internet and skype...

So what will I miss when I leave here you may be asking. First of all, I'm going to miss the people. Despite what stereotype precedes the English about being 'cold' it is totally not true. I have experienced nothing but kindness from English people the entire time I've been here. Despite me having come to England with my "Revolutionary War" attitude about the Brits, I really really enjoyed them and will miss them so much.

I am also going to miss the beautiful countryside and ancientness of the country. There are just some parts of England where you can just feel the oldness. And America has NOTHING on the old buildings of England dating back to the Roman times. And the countryside!! I treasure all those country walks I have taken so much...

And yes, I am going to miss the food believe it or not. My second to last night here my flatmate made me "Toad in the hole" which is basically sausages baked into a pastry. SO delicious. I am going to miss the heartiness of English foods and yes, even their "strange" combinations of ingredients.

I am also going to miss the modes of transportation around England. Nothing compares to English trains and buses and their efficiency and cheapness. I hate to say it, but London's transportation systems blows NYC's out of the water. Speaking of London, I am going to miss how accessible it is being only 2 hours from Norwich. Sigh...

Despite all my melancholy-ness today, I am excited to finally return home after so long. I am looking forward to seeing family members, my boyfriend, friends and yes, America itself. I am looking forward to eating American food, driving in my car and sleeping in my own bed. It will be good to be home.

I have grown so much being abroad...finally feeling like an "adult." I learned to be self-sufficient both cooking and providing for myself and not having a "home" to rely on. It is the true test when you are sick or not having a good day or just want a home-cooked meal when those things are not available to you. You have to learn to rely on yourself and deal with the problems on your own. When I lived in London for a month, it taught me to be assertive and always aware of my surroundings. Even though I still have an awful sense of direction, I can trust my judgment more. One of my proudest accomplishments being abroad is the fact that I can navigate London's tubes flawlessly, as well as the city itself. And even though it was a bit of a struggle for a few months being abroad here, I managed to push through the sadness and loneliness and come out on top.

At the end of my journey I feel like I have succeeded and grown so much. If I had the opportunity to do this again, I would do it in a heartbeat. Were there things I could have done differently? Perhaps...I try to never regret things, but I do regret not spending more time with my English friends because I was scared to get too close. I wish I would have not cared and just dealt with the good-byes when the time came. All in all, despite a few rough months, I have had a great study abroad experience that I only wish I could share with others. Oh I am going to miss it here so much. I hope someday I can return not only to England, but to Norwich, this place that has been so much more than a home to me these past 10 months. I am excited though to start the next phase of my life and see where those adventures take me! For now I shall say, "Cheers England! Thank you for an amazing, bittersweet, beautiful and adventurous year of my life."

Apocalypse Now: Stuck in Athens

Do you ever wish when you are on vacation that it could last for only a few more days? How about another week? How about another possible two weeks? Welcome to my situation in Athens, even though it is not exactly an extended vacation by choice!

If you don't know by this point or have been living under a rock, the volcano in Iceland that erupted a few weeks ago is finally making its voice heard by spreading ash all over Europe. The ash has caused airports to be shut down all over Europe for days (and at this point, currently still shut down). And guess where I am? The day before we were supposed to leave to go back to England from Athens we saw that flights were being canceled left and right going back to the UK. This soon extended to all over Europe and we discovered that morning that our flight was canceled. The earliest we could book a return flight to England was on Thursday...NEXT Thursday.

We had already been here about 5 days and now we are all on day 7 of our extended time here. Alright alright I know all of you are thinking...WHAT? More days in Greece that sounds ideal! Well even though it may sound ideal to a certain extent, we will be missing class and it is more money to stay. Luckily we were able to stay in the same hostel we were staying in before and we know the area well enough. Food is relatively cheap which makes staying a bit more bearable. It is the uncertainty of the situation that makes it not as enjoyable as it could be, especially when there are many thoughts of being stuck here longer looming overhead.

If our flight on Thursday is canceled, we will have to look into either flights elsewhere to get closer to England or boats/trains. Traveling to England by ferries/boats/trains will take anywhere from 2-4 days, depending on how booked up things will be and I imagine they will be. Flights will be difficult because of what airports are available to us being in Greece and the airline we used, if there are any airports open. It is a tough call to make, especially since may of us are running out of funds and we are on our second to last week of classes. So although it may seem very ideal to be stuck in Greece, it is better than most places to get stuck, but it is still not ideal.

On a different note, I am here with 4 other fellow friends and classmates which make my time here more bearable. We have at least been able to find some hilarity in this situation. Last night we went out for McDonalds cause we were in need of some comfort food. We took the food to a nearby park and proceeded to eat and enjoy it. A Grecian elderly woman came up and started talking to us in Greek. Of course, none of us speak a word of Greek but apparently she thought I could understand her. What we could make out of the entire conversation is either that she thought we were Bulgarian or that there were Bulgarians stealing purses and asking for money. That just added to the fact that we are stuck here and gave us all a good laugh.

Today we decided to get out of the hostel for the day and go to the beach. It only costs 2 euros to get there and back, so it was something we all could afford. The beaches here aren't naturally sandy, but naturally rocky. There is some artificial sand that is pumped in, but when you go into the water it is all rocks. Four of us decided to go swimming in the Aegean today and despite it being a bit chilly, it was quite nice. I even ended up with some battlescars from the rocks!

The best part of our day though happened at dinner. We all decided to get some pizza to make for dinner since it is a cheap meal. Unfortunately, we never checked to make sure our hostel had an oven in their kitchen. We got back to the hostel to discover that there was no oven and no microwave. Soo we decided to make them over the stove in a pan and they ended up burning completely on the bottom and only slightly cooking on the top. A delicious meal indeed!

At this point, I am taking it one step at a time and trying to keep positive. I have freak outs a few times every day when I think about this situation and how long I might be here. I just know that other people have it worse off than me and I have to remember it when I am feeling low. I think after this whole ordeal I am done with traveling for a LONG time.

Spring in Spain Part Two: Schmiemann Invasion!

After spending a few wonderful and relaxing days with Matthew, we were joined by his family. It had been about 7 months or so since his family had seen him, so I was glad that I could share in the reunion.

(The Schmiemann family minus Mr. Schmiemann, who was there too)

We stayed at this resort on the outside of Malaga, only a taxi, bus and train ride away! On Palm Sunday we all decided to take the lovely almost two hour excursion into the city. Luckily for them, since it was Palm Sunday, there were many holy week processionals going on. Basically every where we walked we ran into one.
(Don't worry, these are not KKK members, but part of a Spanish religious fraternity)



After the processionals, Matthew took us to the Alcazaba, a centuries old Muslim palace built on top of Roman ruins. It was absolutely beautiful and you can see all over the city of Malaga.





After exploring Malaga for most of the day, we decided to get them churros, a Spanish favorite dessert. Churros are basically fried dough with a cup of chocolate that you dip them into. What can be better than that? This soon became a Schmiemann family favorite and was requested almost every day.
(Spanish-style churros)

On Tuesday morning I was supposed to leave Malaga to go back to Norwich, but after only two days with his family, I decided to stay a bit longer because of how much fun I was having. After changing my flight, I now was able to stay until Thursday afternoon and enjoy more time with this wonderful family.

Tuesday we went to the town of Mijas, right outside of Malaga. This city was built into the mountain side, so we had a great view of Malaga and the Costa del Sol. The town, although very pretty, was very touristy, so that takes away from the beauty of the town. Once again we enjoyed some churros after a disappointing lunch. One of my favorite parts of our days in Spain though was actually coming back to the resort at night. Just like the Schells, the Schmiemanns love games, so we would spend the night playing card games and cracking jokes and doing some more eating. I couldn't think of a better way to end my days.




On Wednesday we went back to Malaga to have lunch with Matthew's host mother. Of course Matthew's real mother was eager to meet his host mother. Dora, Matthew's host mom, has always been so nice and gracious all the times I have stayed at her house, so she had nothing to worry about. Dora and her daughter Dori, made us all paella, a traditional Spanish dish that has rice, veggies, and oftentimes seafood or some kind of meat with an olive oil and saffron sauce. We had had paella the other night at a restaurant but Dora's paella was 10 times better than the restaurants. Dora only speaks Spanish so poor Matthew had to be the interpreter for all six of us the entire time. Her daughter Dori spoke a little bit of English so myself and Matthew's sisters, Kara and Hope, were successful in striking up a bit of a conversation. Overall though, everyone had a great time and despite the language barrier, we were all laughing.

That night we had to be back for a flamenco show at this excellent Italian restaurant that we had eaten at two nights before. Clearly it was that good or we would not be going back! The last time we were there I got the most delicious pumpkin ravioli, which sounds strange, but it was very good! After eating another great meal, we stayed to watch the flamenco show. I had never seen flamenco live, so it was incredible for me to watch since I love dancing. Flamenco is really only native to Andalusia (the region of Spain where Malaga is) but it is considered the dance of Spain. In Flamenco there are lots of heel stomps, clapping and castanets. At one part of it though, they decided to bring up members of the audience. Knowing how I usually get picked for these things and how much I love to dance, I was so hoping to get picked. But instead they pick Matthew to go up and dance. He won the crowd over though and I couldn't have been more proud (even though I wanted to be up there too!). Overall, it was a great day.



On my final day in Spain, Matthew planned for us all to go to Gibraltar. Even though it is technically a part of Spain, it is owned by the British and so is considered a British territory. The interesting part of Gibraltar is that you can see parts of Africa and all along the Costa del Sol in Spain. It is also a huge rock basically where there are more roads inside tunnels in the rock than outside. Matthew chose for us to do the Tunnel Tour instead of the shopping one, so I was excited. On the way to the WWII Tunnels, we took a bus up these windy, narrow pathways. What we came across though, surprised me. There are apes native to Gibraltar and there was a place where we stopped to go see them. They are wild and not on a game preserve and are the only wild monkeys that can be found in Europe. After seeing the apes, we arrived at the WWII Tunnels. During WWII Winston Churchill had the army construct a massive set of tunnels into the mountain for people to live, as well as for an army base. The incredible thing is that most soldiers would work in the caves 6 days a week and then get one day off to go out into the town. They would only get about 10 minutes or so to go out of the cave per day. The water supply was also limited, so showers only happened about twice a week. They did have running water, beds, and an entire kitchen run on electricity. After that, we had some time to eat and then had to go back on the bus.

(That's Africa in the background!!!)

(one of the many apes!)



(Matthew and his sister, Kara, in the tunnels)

(the town of Gibraltar)

We got back later than expected, so I had to say some quick good-byes before I had to leave for the airport. Since it takes a good hour and a half to get to the airport from the resort, Matthew and I were pushing it close. This was one of the first times I had to run to the airport to get there on time. Luckily all was well and I made my flight. But what an incredible time I had in Spain with Matthew and his family. I came back to rainy, cold weather in England, so I am definitely missing the sunshine of Malaga.

Spring in Spain Part One: Reunited at Last!

After almost 3 months of being away from my boyfriend, I finally got to fly to Spain to see him! I cannot even begin to express how excited and relieved I was to see him. Unfortunately for him, spring break didn't start until three days after I got there, so he still had to go to class and work.



Since I had already been to Malaga (where he lives) in November, I was perfectly fine with just relaxing, going to class with him, and oh yeah, going to the beach!! The first day there was the most beautiful and warm day of the entire time I was in Spain, so we went to the beach. We both went into the water and I almost dunked my head! Now I can officially say I went swimming in the Mediterranean Ocean!



On one of the next days Matthew and I decided to take a long walk on the beach. We didn't realize how long of a walk we would actually take, but we ended up walking to the center of town, which is at least a 30+ minute bus ride! Along the walk we saw so much sea life that we were not expecting. We first came across these blue jelly fish that looked nothing like the jelly fish I have found in the Atlantic Ocean. Since we noticed that most of them were still moving we tried to save them, but they were sadly almost dead. We also found the biggest jelly fish I have ever seen in my life...it was at least 2-3 ft in diameter!
(weird blue jelly)

(2 foot jelly fish!)

Then we found some sort of fish that was barely alive which we tried to save. We managed to get it back into the ocean but it was belly up. And the last thing we found were barnacles. They were on boots, sticks, logs, anything they could attach to.

(a plethora of barnacles)

One of my favorite days with Matthew though was when we got to go behind-the-scenes for the Holy Week (or Semana Santa) in Spain. Basically Holy Week in Spain is filled with at least 7 or 8 processionals per day with these elaborate floats and music. These processionals are put on by the churches in the area and Spanish Fraternities (which are NOTHING like American-style fraternities). The traditional dress of the fraternity members is also startling because well, it is what the KKK modeled their costumes after. They are NOT affiliated with the KKK in the least. Matthew's one professor is part of one of these fraternities and so he allowed me to join the class in getting to see the floats up close. Of course, the entire tour was in Spanish, so my wonderful boyfriend had to translate it all for me. There is just nothing that can compare with these kind of events in America.

(Majority of the floats have a crying Mary) (this train was HUGE!!)

After we had the tour, we got to see one of the processionals going on. Since every thing is done really late in Spain (like eating dinner at 9 or 10 at night), the processional was at midnight! Can't imagine anyone having a parade in America at midnight without complaining.


Another favorite day of mine was the day that Matthew decided to take me to La Conception, the largest botanical gardens in Europe. This time we managed to get a tour in English and Spanish, so Matthew could take a break from translating. We saw so many different types of trees with a majority of the trees and plants that actually came from the Americas! I really wish I could remember more facts about the trees, but I completely forgot! It was just such a beautiful day out and being able to explore these huge gardens was so fun.







And the rest of my time in Spain will continue in Part Two with the arrival of Matthew's family!

Pierogies in England?

Alright so this post is a little past the date that I did this, but I still wanted to blog about it anyways.

Heaven wrapped in dough...(are you salivating yet?)

This little adventure all started when one of my friends here, Sarah, sent me a link to a recipe on pierogies. Now, if you don't know, I LOVE PIEROGIES. It is one of my favorite foods back at home and obviously they don't make/sell pierogies in England. So when my friend sent me that link, I was going to do whatever it took to make them. We shared the idea with our friend Chelsea, who is of Ukrainian descent and it is a holiday tradition to make them in her family. So instead, she managed to get her family's old recipe that feeds 50-60 people!

50-60 people?? Hmm...We had a decision to make. Either make all the pierogies and freeze them for a later time or...invite people over for a pierogy dinner! Apparently, pierogy-making days in her family are a 1-2 day event, but we decided to make it a 2-3 hour event. Recruiting some help, we decided to get pierogy-makin'!

A plate of pierogies with the famous recipe.

First we had to make the filling, which is basically mashed potatoes with cheese, onion powder (or whatever else you want in it). Then you let the potatoes after you mash them and cheese them up cool down. Whilst the potatoes are being cooled down, then you have to make the dough. Unfortunately, we did not have enough eggs to make the optimal amount of dough, since you are to keep making dough until the filling runs out, but it still worked.

Now in Chelsea's family and probably Ukrainian culture, probably why the pierogies took so long is that the woman of the family would sit around and talk and gossip whilst making them. Trying to keep in historically accurateness, we tried to gossip while making the pierogies, but that was of course a fail.

Back to the pierogies. So after you make the dough, you cut out circles, fill them with the cheesy potato filling and pinch the sides so that they stay closed. Then you put about 10 in at a time into a pot of boiling water and after some time, you fry them on the stove. We decided to fry some with bacon and onions and that was a good choice.

The pierogy-makin' station!

In the end, we made around 40-5o pierogies, so we were pretty close to the end result. About 10 or so people showed up to the event and we ate the pierogies until they were all gone. And of course, we had my favorite pierogy topping...sour cream!!

The group digging into pierogies!

My mouth was salivating writing this blog post...I wish they had pierogies here! Not to worry though, because my friend and I decided we are going to make them over Spring/Easter break. It is an Easter tradition in her family and since we are both going to be here over Easter, why not make them? I'll update you all on part 2 of pierogies in England!

A Stranger in Strangers’ Hall: What a mess!

Today, for the entirety of the three and a half hours I volunteered at Strangers' Hall, I organized craft cabinets. Why may you ask? For some odd reason, I thoroughly enjoy organizing (even though oftentimes my own room isn't so) and when they asked me if I wanted to do this task, I sprung to it. With a cold coming on though, perhaps sorting through pipe cleaners and bits of paper wasn't the best thing for me.

My boss briefly explained where the things were located and what she wanted done. Organizing some cabinets and writing lists of supplies seemed easy and mindless enough. Boy was I wrong. Since the museum is very much involved with children's activities, they have massive supplies of random objects. They had enough paper and pens to last them a few years and yet they had only one measly box of crayons and about 15 children's scissors. Clearly, nobody had sorted through their craft supplies in quite some time, so I set to work.

The supplies, activity guides and materials were all over the place with no sense of organization. I managed to make one cabinet only for supplies, one only for the activity sheets and the other for extra supplies such as pens, scissors, glue, etc. Even just that small task made a huge difference. Then I had to sort through everything...what a nightmare!

They tried to have separate bins for each activity with supplies in it, ready to go. Of course, that was not the case when I sorted through them. Many were filled with trash, lacking in supplies or instruction sheets and had no order to them at all. I tidied them all up and made a list of supplies that were needed. I even alphabetized the bins in the cabinet for easy reference. So maybe I'm a little "OCD."

I then moved on to make some order of the huge supply cabinet. Nothing was labeled or in any order. I've realized over time that most people really won't take the time to search through boxes or things to find something, unless it is labeled for their convenience. There were the usual supplies of paper, yarn, fabric and then the unusual supplies such as baby socks, nutmeg and floor tiles. After the cabinet was labeled and organized, I thought that my tasks were done, but then I turned around.

I noticed on the floor of the supply room that there were piles of random papers and objects that looked like they might have been for crafts. Guess what, I was right. Now I had a whole other pile of things to sort through that weren't in any bins. I found more activities for the activity bins, useless scraps of paper, and other random activities that might possibly be used in the future. Once again, I sorted and organized, found places for these objects and left a pile of miscellaneous items that I had no clue about for the curator. Whew!

What I thought was going to be a day of mindless work turned into a day of organizing genius. I had no idea (and I think the museum workers as well too) of the amount of craft items and activities the museum had in possession now that it was all organized and labeled. I can understand why things get like this in a place like a museum, especially after a busy holiday, but it is just incredible just how unorganized it can get. At least I'll be leaving in a few months so I won't have to be there to organize it when it gets cluttered up again. I think I would cry if I saw it in disrepair again so soon.

Hours logged: 3 1/2
Total hours: 15 (technically I'm done, but I'm going to keep volunteering there anyways)

A Stranger in Strangers’ Hall: When a reproduction just isn’t good enough

Last Friday I went to Strangers’ Hall with the notion that I was going to be helping out with some children’s project or making another “robot” out of a box. Sadly, today was completely normal. After learning about what I was supposed to help out with today, my boss and I got on the subject of my research paper. This enthused her so much that I ended up doing research for my project instead (which I am not complaining about in the least!).

For the couple hours I was there we bonded over “museum talk” or the pains and joys of being involved with museums. In a mere two hours or so that I was at Strangers’ Hall, I learned its life story and why it is the way it is today. She brought out dozens of newspaper articles and photo albums of the museum in its heyday, about 30 years ago. Seeing the museum as it is today compared to what it was back then I couldn’t believe the difference.

What I noticed the most through my exploration of Strangers’ Hall’s history was the massive collection the museum houses. But what I noticed even more was that about 1/18 of that is on display today. I had no idea about the amount of “stuff” the museum owned. I learned that the Hall owns about 25,000 objects and artifacts, but the majority of them are stored away. Even the objects strewn about the museum today are reproductions. With reproductions it allows a museum to become “more accessible” to the public because it makes them feel like there are less barriers around and that they can touch “historical” objects.

This got me to thinking about what is better, accessibility to museums (through reproductions) or having more of the “real stuff” on display. I briefly discussed this with my boss, who told me a story about the National Trust in England. The National Trust basically protects, preserves and funds sites all around England. What the National Trust is supposedly doing now is working with certain museums to “bring down the ropes” or the barriers behind authentic items to make objects and museums more accessible and have the “real stuff”.

Although that may sound like a great idea, I happen to disagree with the National Trust. In my years of working in museums, I have learned all to well that it is the adults you have to worry about more than the kids when it comes to handling objects. I’ve witnessed adults open closet doors, pick up priceless artifacts, try to go past “No Admittance” areas and even touch my personal objects. Sure there are also plenty of children that can be as bad and be reckless, but I believe adults are just as bad, or even worse.

Despite those qualms, I am a fan of reproductions and authentic items and I think a museum needs a balance of both. I love reproductions because people can actually handle historical objects and understand more the lifestyle and people of the past. And I also love authentic artifacts because people do come to museums to “see the real thing” and there is so much more meaning in seeing a real, historic object compared to a reproduction of the same thing. My question to any of you reading this entry is, what do you think?

Hours logged: 2 1/2
Total hours: 12 1/2

A Stranger in Strangers’ Hall: If you give a child a box…

Two weeks ago was the re-opening of Strangers’ Hall to the public, thus meaning it would be busy today. I got placed in the Undercroft, which is where they hold all the children’s activities. Once again I was instructed to make a robot/invention sort of thing for the children to look at. That fell way to the many little visitors that soon took up all the table space.

After learning about Victorian cleaning tools and techniques, the children were instructed to make some sort of cleaning invention or robot. Now with children there from ages 2-10 you can imagine the variation in things being created. I saw a total of 3 castles being made, 2 homes, 4 rubbish cleaning bins, a beauty bin and a video camera. I thought it was incredible watching the children who were given a box and a table of various papers and bits and see their imaginations at work. And I was also surprised that the children took to the craft. I must admit I was a bit skeptical about the idea of the craft, but the children had a great time and really used their imaginations.

Before the children came down to make crafts, a woman from the press was at the Hall to take pictures of the conservation that was happening. Today there was no conservation happening of course because it was just re-opened to the public. So we had to put together a sort of “scene” that made it look like the museum was still conserving something. One of the volunteers was used in the pictures to demonstrate how the equipment was used. He kept nicely arguing with the photographer about how he is supposed to be properly using the equipment compared with what she wanted to make a good picture. In the end, it is always what makes a better picture than wins, not the accuracy of the scene. And I know that is how most things are with the press and the media, but it still frustrates me as a historian…I’m all about accuracy, accuracy, accuracy! I guess we’ll see what the museum has in store for me later this week!

Hours logged: 4
Total hours: 10

A Stranger in Strangers’ Hall: When working in museums, make robots?

A few Saturdays ago I offered to come in and help out at the museum, not really knowing what I would be doing. Strangers’ Hall for the past month or so has been having a “face-lift” aka conservation work done to it, among other things, so they have been closed to the public. The day I decided to come in and help out was definitely a whirl-wind day for the museum and I was glad I could be there to help!

I came into a place full of boxes, conservation equipment, paint buckets, school children, antiques, and my boss running around. This I have come to learn is normal for many museums, maybe not an everyday ritual, but definitely normal. After about an hour of running up and down stairs, following my boss around, and looking at antiques for a possible press release that was happening in about an hour, she decided it would not be the best idea to have the press come in that day. The press wanted to come in and take photos of either the conservation or the new activities planned for “half term” for the school groups. If the press came today, the museum would not have been at its most appealing, so it beat having to set up a “faux” childrens’ activities center in a half hour.

Instead, my boss plopped a big box down in front of me and said, “Make a robot.” From 8 years in working in museums, I can tell you I have never heard that in any of them. Apparently, the theme for the “half term” school events is ‘Spring Cleaning’ where they will be showing kids Victorian cleaning tools and teaching them about a servant’s day. The craft they wanted the kids to make though are I guess cleaning robots or machines, making some sort of invention. My job was to create a “robot” as an example among two other ones the staff made. Someone had made a washer with legs and someone else made some sort of Hoover. Staring at this empty box, I didn’t know what to make. After a few moments of looking through craft supplies, I decided to make some sort of trash converter with a conveyor belt and a screen. The end result was a “trash converter” that turns rubbish into food. Not one of my best art creations by far, but for coming up with something on the spot, I was pretty proud of myself.

This little project goes to show that anything is possible in museums. I think why I really enjoy working in museums is because there is always something exciting and different happening from day to day. Maybe it is not what most people would call, “living by the seat of their pants”, but I find it rather exciting. Now I am a bit curious to see what my next adventure at the museum has in store for me.

Hours logged: 4
Total hours: 6

A Stranger in Strangers’ Hall: The realization that I am one of the only volunteers under 60…

For those of you who don’t know, I am volunteering at Strangers’ Hall, basically doing whatever odd jobs they have for me. My research paper is somewhat connected to my volunteer work in that I will be observing how small, local museums are run throughout Norwich, especially since many of them are run through one organization, the Norfolk Museum and Archaeological Services. Anyways, back to my day…

On Wednesday I went to a volunteer meeting at the Hall, since it had been closed for a month due to repairs, etc. From volunteering at a few museums before this one, I don’t know why but I always forget that I will always be one of the youngest volunteers. This case was no exception. I was the only volunteer there under 60 (not that I am complaining in the least, I love the company of a person from age 1 to 99). While sipping on my “cuppa”, I listened to their gripes and groans about CRB or the Criminal Records Bureau. Basically the CRB is a background check that allows you (or not) to work with children in any kind of setting. They were complaining about the fact that despite getting a CRB clearance for one museum or organization, you have to get an individual one for each place you have contact with children, which is obviously a pain. Getting this clearance also limits volunteers until they get cleared, so places oftentimes have trouble organizing events because of a lack of volunteers due to the CRB clearance. Unfortunately for me, like a few of you are also experiencing, I will not be able to directly help out with children activities because of how long the CRB takes. It just seems ridiculous to me that it both takes quite a while for a person to get cleared and that you have to get cleared for each place you work at. I learned that the CRB is a fairly recent development and I hope that in future years they will improve it immensely.

Another complaint I was listening to was the problems of running smaller museums through one large institution, like the Norfolk Museums and Archaeological Services. When having an organization like this, they oftentimes don’t focus on the individual needs of every museum but rather use similar regulations for all of them. Although a bit of a minor problem, the volunteers and staff were complaining about the hours the museum has to be open. Strangers’ Hall, although they are open until 4, want to have the guests out of the place by 4, thus having a final tour time. The museum takes at least 20-30 minutes to walk through its entirety (and I’d say that is rushing) so ideally it would be nice for the staffers to have everyone out by 4 and not have any stragglers coming in at 3:55 wanting a tour. Unfortunately, in order to even post a “last call” time, it has to be change by the NMAS, who regulates all the times. Sure those closing times might make sense for other smaller museums, but for Strangers’ Hall, which is a pretty large museum, it doesn’t quite work. This is obviously one of the problems of having so many smaller museums run by one larger entity.

On another note, it makes me sad though that there aren’t as many younger volunteers. Obviously I know that many young kids aren’t going to be as passionate about history and museums as I, but unless we get more youth involved, it will add to (I think, among other things) more museums dying out. In every single museum I’ve worked at, there has been a majority of elders who volunteer and run the place. And they are all so passionate about it. Yes I understand that many are retired and looking for something to do on the side, but why can’t youth consider doing this too? I think with having many older people running and regulating museums, they often lose touch of what might interest younger and future generations today. I hope for the future museums can find a way of balancing these two things in order for them to survive.

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American Idol

Alright folks I'm back! Sorry for the long hiatus...a combination of finals and traveling but now I am back!

Today's topic: An American in an English Class, namely an American focused class.
This semester is different for me than my last one here because I am taking all American studies/history courses. I am taking Gender and Sexuality in the New Republic, Gender and Democracy in the US and The Civil War in American Culture. The last two courses I am the ONLY American in it, so it creates both an awkward and awesome situation. Awkward because I am the only American so everyone immediately looks to you for answers and reactions to things. It is common in my classes to be asked by both my professor and students, "How is ______ viewed in America?", "When did _____ happen?", "Have you been to _____ in America?"
It is awesome though being the only American because I get quite a bit of attention from everybody. Many of the students have studied abroad in America for a year or semester so they are always eager to talk to me. It's really fun to be in these classes because as much as the British students might learn stuff from me, I am learning stuff about how they view American things.

On a side note, discussing American events and people is quite interesting and amusing. Even for being American studies majors, the British students and professors oftentimes don't know about typical famous people in our history, such as Betsy Ross or Molly Pitcher. I had to explain to my American gender history professor (who is a very good teacher nonetheless) about Molly Pitcher and how she manned the cannon to defend her husband. This same teacher thought the Statue of Liberty was built in 1812...the actual date is 1886. Nonetheless my professor is an enthusiastic teacher and loves hearing my input. In my Civil War culture class it is also interesting looking at the Civil War from a foreigner's eyes. America kind of looks ridiculous that we still hold on to the Civil War so much, especially with people still owning Confederate flags. People always love to ask me about that. It is unfortunate, but I have to tell them that I see them in Pennsylvania, a "northern" state today, oftentimes in my hometown. Not only are my courses useful to my learning, but also learning from other students has proven just as useful to my education.

Scotland Puts Me In a Conquerin' Mood

Hello Friends!

If you haven't guessed from the title of this blog post, I just came back from a weekend in Scotland, namely Edinburgh. 7 other friends and I decided to head up to Edinburgh for what better than Halloween weekend! So after a few hours train ride from Norwich (and listening to very annoying and loud Americans the entire way up) we made it! We arrived in the early afternoon, so we didn't have too much planned for the day. First things first, we had to find our hostel.

Edinburgh is set up on about 7 hills/mountains, so if you haven't gotten my drift already, the city is VERY hilly. The really nice thing is you can basically get around both the old and new city by walking, so it is very convenient and often treacherous! Our hostel was down a hill and across the street from the Three Sister's Pub, which closes at around 2-3 in the morning. Excellent. After checking in, we head to our rooms, one room that fit 6 people and another room that fit the other 2 (who had to share with 4 other strangers). The hostel was so nice as to give us a sheet sack (a sheet that is sewn together at the bottom to form a sack) and on our sunken-in bunk beds, we have a nice, crusty comforter and pillow that who knows when the last time it was washed. The bathrooms were tolerable, a bit hairy and wet, but could be worse. And thank goodness almost all of us decided to bring towels, because they give you none. All in all, I was just thankful for a place to rest my eyes for the night, because I was in Scotland!

We didn't have much planned the first night, except that we had seen a literary pub tour offered at one of the pubs. Of course, all of us being some form of a nerd, we decided that was an excellent idea (and it was!). Our tour guides were witty and recited poetry both in Scottish and English, as well as told us a few stories about Edinburgh and authors. It also helped us to get acquainted with the city and enjoy an ale or two along the way. We were all a bit worn out from traveling and walking, so we went back to the hostel so we could enjoy a full day tomorrow. As soon as I laid down in bed though, my nose completely blocked up from the lovely mold/dust/disgustingness and I only got a few hours of sleep. Oh well...

The next day we had quite a full day. We got up early (early enough to get 4 girls and 3 boys into the shower in a timely manner) and headed off to Edinburgh Castle. It was very uncanny to be back in Edinburgh, after being there about 4-5 years ago as a high school student and seeing some of the same sites...but now I could do what I really wanted to do...just explore! The castle was great, with lots of interesting exhibits and got to see some crown jewels along the way. There was even an exhibit on American POW during the 1780s (I guess that made up for the misnamed cafe in the castle...the REDCOAT CAFE...awful name haha). From the castle, one of my friend's had spotted two rather large hill/mountain on which one we could see people climbing and another that looked like it had a Roman parthenon. What did we decide to do then? Find these places!

After a wee bit o' a walk, we found the hill with the Roman-y ruins. Along the way we stopped to check out a cool little cemetery (at my bidding, because I have a certain fondness for cemeteries...). Once we climbed to the top of the hill, you could see all over Edinburgh and even out to the sea. It was such a beautiful day and I was so happy, that I just laid down in the grass. At first, everyone was apprehensive to what I was doing, but low and behold about 2 minutes later, everyone was joining me. That was probably one of my favorite moments that weekend.

From the Roman parthenon, we spotted another castle and decided to try and find it. And find it we did! Unfortunately, to get into the palace it would have cost us about 12 pounds and none of us was willing to spend that. So we then continued on our random journey, which included us stumbling upon the Scottish Parliament building right next door. We got to get a quick look inside and see the room where they hold meetings. If you haven't already got the idea from this blog post, all of my friends are either History, English or American Studies majors, so we love this kind of stuff.

And from the Scottish Parliament, my one friend Brandon tried to convince us all to climb this mountain that he had had his eye on climbing from day one. After a bit of twisting our arms (not really) we all decided to do it! The mountain from a spectator's view looked like it would be quite a climb, but actually it wasn't too bad. It was worth the view and the fact that we could say we climbed that mountain. It was the perfect almost ending to our day. We got to watch a bit of the sunset and a storm roll in (that caught up to us later).

It was only about supper time once we got back, so we went out in search of food after climbing at least 3 mountains that day. Since it was Halloween and we were a group of 8, it was awful trying to find a place to eat because every since place was turning us away. The one place that had room was a thai restaurant by our hostel that ended up being perfect. We all got to sit around a big round table, enjoy some wine and eat yummy thai food. Our night concluded with going to a few pubs and people watching on Halloween. And boy was that fun! Some of the prize costumes of the night were people dress up like Pac-Man, a group of men dressed up like secret service and one man was Obama (of course) and I believe there was a Jesus-like person at some point. It was a great end to one of the most perfect days.

On Sunday we decided to head back early, because we bought train and bus tickets that could be used at any time. Sunday is probably the worst day for England travel because that is the day that the transportation business does servicing on the lines. This means that you are constantly getting on and off different trains and buses...there is no direct line. Our day was supposed to be taking a bus, a train, a bus, and another bus, but because we got up early, we managed to catch a train first. Once again, we are magnets for loud talking people, so we all had to endure a loud gaggle of giddy girls on the way from Edinburgh to Newcastle. From Newcastle we had to get off and get on another train. This train was especially crowded because it was going to London King's Cross Station (even though we were getting off before it). Many of the seats were reserved, so myself and 3 other friends ended up sitting/standing in the toilet/luggage/standing part of the train. It ended up being alright because it was quieter there, but you got bumped into alot and had to sit on the floor for a few hours. At one point, a woman asked me to watch or in her words "put my arms around" her 2 year old daughter while the woman helped another daughter pee. Quite an awkward moment for me. After we arrived in Peterborough, we now had to catch a bus to Norwich. After a two hour bus ride, we arrived in Norwich and had to catch another bus back to the University...another 30 minutes or so. I had quite lost my appetite the entire day because I was constantly on vehicles that were in motion. All in all, I had arrived home safely and earlier than we had originally planned, so I was happy. And I had a really awesome weekend with great company, food and adventure!

An American in England Part 1

In a matter of about 12 hours I managed to have two completely diverse experiences with the British here in Norwich...

Part one of my experience started last night when I was waiting outside a local pub with a number of my American cohorts. A man, clearly a bit intoxicated, started off his conversation with us asking us if we were Americans. Of course, at least for me, I am always wary of a person when they ask that question because you don't know what their reaction is going to be. After we all answered a timid yes to the question, the man clapped his hands with joy and thus began his words of praise. From what I gathered from his scattered speech to us, he had fought alongside Americans in WWII during the Battle of Britain. To just give a quick history lesson, the place where I am studying, Norwich, is apart of the county of Norfolk, from which there was a big airbase that supplied much of the army and went through damages from the war. Since Americans were a big help to the English during that part of the war, some people hold us in very high esteem. This man contined his praising with blowings of kisses and many "bless you all"s. He also relayed to us that, "We Brits had never seen coffee before you Americans came, all we had to drink was tea (at this point he makes a letter "T" with his arms) and then you introduced us to the world of coffee...". Anyways, after chatting with this fellow, or I guess I should say, him chatting with us, we backed away slowly from his attempts to blow kisses at us and give us a hug. Overall it was a nice gesture and something I thing none of us ever expected to experience.

Part two of my experience happened in my Visual Display class (which is all about well "visual display" in museums, life, art, culture, nature, etc.) the following day. It was actually a rather good class, where the guest lecturer was discussing Vauxhill Gardens, a place in 18th Century London that was about art first and foremost as an aescetic. It was also about British identity and nationalism, put on display in an area to show off to other visiting cultures and people as well as to make fellow Englishmen and women proud of their country and themselves. To begin with, it is also a little awkward to listen about British nationalism during the 18th century (at least for me). The class concluded with a discussion about finding this sort of naivity, non-political correctness in society in a place where nationalism is put on display. People were discussing how nationalism is not really thought of as a tasteful thing in society. The kicker was though, when my professor decided to bring up the difference between American and British soldiers today. Her comparisson was that, "British soldiers are often perceieved as 'nice chaps' you know where American soldiers are all about might. So maybe we [British soldiers] don't wear helmets on our heads or metal vests and we get blown to smiterines for it, but at least we are thought of as nice chaps." Hmmm. So much for being all "PC" there huh? It was quite a different attitude on American soldiers than I experienced only a mere twelve hours or so before.

I am quite sure I will have many more experiences and encounters either similar or different or whatever to this, so I will be sure to post them!

No Place Like London

This past weekend my boyfriend decided to come up and visit me both at my University and in London. It had been over two months since I had seen him (which is not a whole lot of time apart, but still enough) so I was looking forward to seeing and being around something, someone from "home". One of the things I remember from the first few minutes together was how "American" I thought Matthew, my boyfriend, looked. He was wearing his typical New York Yankees blue ball cap, a bright blue windbreaker, jeans and sneakers. And he was talking loudly. I don't want you to think that I was embarrassed being around him, but it was just interesting seeing him in the English culture where I have been around and tried to adapt and learn the customs.

I took Matthew all around Norwich first. I had to show him all the lovely 70s concrete architecture that was oh so scenic. We then met up with friends of mine and his to go out on the town and show him a night in Norwich (which isn't as exciting as it may sound). As tradition, we went to our favorite pubs for dinner and some after dinner treats with a few of my close friends. It was a good, relaxing night with great company and lots of laughs.

On board the "Hogwarts Express" to London!

Then we were off to London by train! Since I had lived in London for a month I was interested to see what it would be like returning after a month had gone by living in Norwich. I must say, I did not realize how much I really missed London...going back felt like home. I had missed the Tube, the atmosphere, the places, everything. Of course, I had to take him to a typical pub at first and get some pub grub. During the meal, I convinced him to try HP Sauce. For those of you who don't know about it, HP sauce is quite vulgar. It is a mixture of molasses, beer, and salt and the English put it on their chips, burgers, etc. Matthew was so happy with me after trying it.
Matthew, after trying the HP Sauce, and oh so happy.

One thing that Matthew and I really wanted to do was to go to Madame Tussauds, the wax museum. Neither of us had ever been to one, so we didn't mind waiting in line to take pictures next to creepy but realistic looking people. The wax museum was pretty big, with many rooms filled with celebrities, famous sports starts (that we didn't really know because they were all English), famous famous people, and royalty. Then there was a "scary" part where you got to walk through dark corridors and have costumed people scare the daylights out of you. The scariest part for me though was what came afterwards. The next room was of wax figures of famous murderers and an exhibit on the guillotine, with the actual blade that beheaded Marie Antoinette. There was even a ride at the end all about London and how it is a wonderful place. All in all we had a great time and I would recommend to anyone to go to at least a wax museum once in your life.
Matthew taking the Queen Mother for a walk.

Us spending some time with B. Spears.

Spirit fingers!

Madame Tussuad's making light of the French Revolution...


After spending some time exploring parts of London, we met up with other Dickinson students and friends that were there with him from Malaga, Spain. We went to a museum or two with them, ones that I had already gone to. My one friend constantly kept asking me about a place to get "authentic English tea" and how he wanted to go out for "tea time". Not to burst his bubble, but I had to tell him that "authentic English tea" is everywhere, just go into a pub or a cafe and order a cup of tea. People have this idea that the tea here is so much more exceptional than back at home. It's really the same, tastes the same, smells the same, it is the same. The only places that I've seen that have cutsiey little tea shops are in English country towns that want to cater to tourists. I think he ended up going into a cafe and ordering some regular tea...

Got my "Eye" on you.

Being back in London again, as tour guide Alli, and among friends who had not lived with me in London for a month, it was interesting to observe the situation. I always like to find out what each person really wants to do when they get to London...for some people it's the typical touristy stuff, like going to see Big Ben and the Eye, but for others it is just as simple as going to a park. Since I had been here long enough to get to know the city and the sites fairly well, I felt confident enough in showing Matthew around to some of my favorite places. We did a nice variety of museums, parks, Indian and pub food, sight-seeing and markets. At the end of the trip, it was hard to say good-bye to both my boyfriend and the city again.

What I have learned so far...

It has been almost 2 months since I have been in England and so, I felt it fitting that I share my observations with all of you so far.

1. A common greeting is, "You alright?" meaning "What's up?" I must say this still throws me off because I feel like I have something on my face whenever my flatmates say that to me. Cheers! is also a common universal phrase here. It can mean anything from "good-bye" to "thanks" to well, "cheers!"

2. There are no cookies here, only "biscuits". And they sell loads of them in stores for 'tea time'. My favorites are ones called 'Digestives'. It took me a few weeks of curiosity until I finally tried them and realized that they aren't for digestive purposes, just meant to be "digested".

3. Just like we have preconceived notions about British people in America, British people have the same things towards us. A sampling of questions asked are:
"Is Pennsylvania above New York?"
"Are you from California/Florida/New York?
"How do you say...[insert word here] aluminum?"
"Don't you say "garbage" instead of "rubbish?"
"Are you an Evangelist?"
"Is high school in America like 'American Pie' the movie?"
"What do you think of Obama/Bush?"

4. To some British, dinner is often called "tea". So it get's a bit confusing when one of my flatmates will say that they are "having tea" when it actually means they are making dinner. So if someone invites you to "tea" you have to make sure it is "tea time" and not dinner.

5. The water systems in England aren't necessarily the best. Over the 2 months I've been here, I've mastered flushing the toilet. Yes, I am serious, there is a trick to it. Some toilets will only flush if you push down the handle twice consecutively, others you have to hold the handle down for about a minute and others will flush normally.

6. If you are in a "line" here in England it is called a "queue". There is also queue etiquette you must learn. For all other queues, there is no "queue jumping", but at the pub it is basically a free-for-all for drinks. You are also not served at the pubs, you must go up to the bar and order or you will never be served.

7. While drinking non-alcoholic beverages here, there are also some things to note. First of all, Sprite is often known as lemonade here, which can be confusing because I am afraid one time I will order sprite and it will be actually lemonade. Also, fruit drinks are called "squash", which took me awhile to realize when my flatmates would tell me they bought squash today.

8. Jacket potatoes are baked potatoes. They are one of the biggest foods here. They eat them with beans and cheese (white cheddar always) or just white cheddar or tuna and corn. Almost every night one of my flatmates has a jacket potato. They are rather delicious.

9. I've also learned that anything with the words "spicy" before it, means it isn't spicy at all. It took me about 4 or 5 disappointed tries of such "spicy" foods to realize that spicy is often a misnomer. Unless you go to an authentic Indian restaurant and ask for it to be spicy.

10. Cornish pasties are the best food you will eat here besides chips and Indian food. They come in many different varieties and they are the best way to warm your inners when it is chilly out. 

11. Fancy dress parties here do not mean wear your best attire. Fancy dress means wear a costume. Luckily I did not attend the first fancy dress hosted party on campus for I would have worn a nice dress to a "farmers"-themed party. Whoops!

12. Never say you are not wearing pants, or you don't have pants on because you are wearing a skirt, etc. Pants=underpants. Trousers=pants. Underpants=Knickers. People will look at you very strange if you say any variation on the pants/underpants theme.

So far, those are my various encounters with the oddities of the English culture. It has been very fun and often embarasing making some of the discoveries, but here they are for you to enjoy.

A Narnia in Norwich

Adjusting to life here at my Uni in Noriwch has been a bit different and bit harder than adjusting to life in London. In London, we were extremely busy every day, and the city is just one big distraction. Here in Norwich, I finally have a room and time to myself, with spare time being put towards classes, reading, research, walking, and meeting new people. On the one hand I miss London, for it's adventure and ever-changing nature, but I believe I will grow to love Norwich even more, for its country charm, beauty, and it just feels like home.

When I first decided that I was going to study abroad in Norwich, England, one of my first thoughts of joy was the fact that the campus was probably going to look like Oxford or Cambridge and be old and charming. Wrong! I forget that in England they are constantly surrounded by "old" and so, when designing this campus, they went to "new". Of course, this "new" is "70s new" which means it is rather quite hideous. All the buildings are sterile, bland, grey, unemotional, concrete placed into a lovely English countryside. I try not to look at the buildings or become emotionally connected to them when I walk to class.

On of the many "aesthetically pleasing" buildings on campus.

The campus also makes me appreciate Dickinson a bit more. First of all, Dickinson is absolutely gorgeous when compared to what the 70s thought what aesctically pleasing. Secondly, there are about 14,000 students on UEA 's (University of East Anglia) campus, whereas Dickinson has about 2,500. The walks around campus take at most about 30-40 minutes, whereas Dickinson is about 15 (and everyone still complains about the "long" walk at Dickinson ha!). But, I can't just sit here and compare and contrast home and now because that would take away from my experience. I just realize how much I appreciate the little things back at home.


In my backyard!

One of my most recent discoveries though will perhaps make the bad 70s architecture tolerable for some time. On a whim after a lovely pasta dinner, my friend Sarah and I decided to go exploring. A short walk past our flats and down a little dirt path, we were awestruck by a beautiful stream that was cleverly hidden by the residential halls. In the stream we also saw a wild swan, which is common in England, but rare in Pennsylvania. After walking along the stream and taking some pictures, some very friendly Brits told us that there was farmland and a big hill "over yonder" that you can see the entire town. Sarah and I were all over that.
A wild swan.

After walking over a bridge that went over our newfound stream, we entered into a small wetlands, which lead us to the next part of our journey. Stretching before us was English countryside and farmland. We then spotted "Corses" or "Hows", horses that we thought were cows, some sheep and real cows further out. The pathway ran right inbetween the farm animals and it was apparent that the farmer had laid out the pathway for anyone to walk it. The sun was setting, so we never made it up to the hill, but the sites around us were still incredible.

"Corses"


It reminded me of home, yet it was very much not like home. I find myself lapsing into my subconscious that I forget that I am in England. In my mind sometimes I feel like I am just walking around somewhere in Pennsylvania or I am going to class at Dickinson. Sometimes, I cannot believe I am here in England, but I am so glad I have this opportunity to be here.

I'm an International Student?!

On Wednesday I arrived here in Norwich, UK, which was about a 2 1/2 hour bus ride from London. Upon arriving on the campus, we were all greeted by a sign that said, "Welcome International Students" and it was quite strange, but we are international students! After getting all sorts of useful information and my room key, we were bused to our flats.

O little town of Norwich!

A hill and three flights of stairs later, I was finally in my own room with my own bathroom. The room is rather cosy, with a long desk, a very board-like bed, a closet and the toilet/shower/sink-in-one bathroom. It is a cross basically between a portapotty and a cruise ship bathroom, but it really is not bad.

The rather spacious room.

The shower/toilet/sink all-in-one!

After getting settled in, we were invited to our professor's house for a dinner and some goodies. Apparently every year the professor invites over his students and lets them divide up things left from the previous year's students. There was everything there from coffee makers, comforters, lamps and pots. Basically we all picked a number, waited for our numbers to be called and got to pick out one item for three rounds. After three rounds it was a free for all. It was a bit crazy! I did manage to get two pillows, one comforter, silverware, a pan, a skillet, a towel and some plates. Not bad for it all being free.

View of the flats in The Village.

We did pay a price for it all being free though, for our professor lives about a 30 minutes walk from campus. So after we collected all our spoils, we had to carry them all back. Everyone's arms were sore the next day, to say the least.

Today my flatmates all moved in and I have 5 in total. All are from Britain and are freshman. It was definitely quite strange because, just like Americans like to talk to British people because they are from Britain and they like to hear their accent, they were doing that to me! I got such questions like, "Say 'aluminum" or "You say trash instead of rubbish, don't you?" The best ones though, are when people want to know what state you are from. Of course, I answer with Pennsylvania. One answer I got was, "Oh, isn't that above New York?" or "Are you from California then?" They are generally nice though and are just curious about various American customs.

They are particularly interested in our schooling system. Apparently there is no "high school" here, it is called "college" and it lasts for 2 years. So when I say I'm in college, I'm really in University. I guess some English schooling systems are beginning to take the "American" approach of having a 'high school', etc. All in all, I am an international student and I am having fun both learning about their culture and teaching them about mine, however strange it may be for me...