I have so much news.
This is a bit long-winded. Sorry.
Firstly, belatedly, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes. I had a lovely one in London with my parents and later on, a friend of mine.
So, my parents and I arrived in London on the 9th. There was orientation for three days; nothing too exciting there, except during, my mum and I went to visit the British Museum instead, with my mum, which was amazing. We saw the Rosetta Stone, and I now have an iPhone case that is a picture of the Rosetta Stone, which is amazing. Also, the Museum had a bookstore, and one thing led to another, and now I own this gorgeous (hardcover!) book of The Epic of Gilgamesh
. It is beautiful and I am in love. (You can see it on the desk in the second photo of my dorm!)
Anyway, I'm capping it off there RE: the first week, because otherwise this entry would get really long. So, more about uni life. I love London as much as I'd expected to since I visited it for uni tours last years - and as much as I love Shanghai, already, except I've only been here for slightly less than two weeks! My dorm looks like this (it's slightly messy, bear with me, I'm still figuring things out):
I really do like it. I guess for some people it might be a tiny space, but for me, it's pretty much perfect and I think it's great.
So, I moved in, I made a few friends, and on the 17th, Wednesday, we had Induction, which essentially meant we (finally) met everyone who was doing linguistics. Up until then I hadn't met anyone doing my course! But, I went, and I met some great people who have the same interests as I do and had some really lovely conversations! (I talked about accents with two other people for about a hour. It was fantastic.)
Also, I found my schedule the other day and I'm still slightly amazed by it. I have nothing - absolutely nothing - on Mondays and Fridays for Semester 1, meaning I have a four-day weekend for a semester, and as for the other days... well, in total, for my lectures, I have around 6 and a half hours of attending class maximum, and my latest lecture ends at 2.30pm. I mean, I'm sure I'll have a lot of "work" (is it really work if I'll be loving 90% of it?), re: assignments, and reading, and writing, but still.
Speaking of lectures: the best thing about where I am is that my campus is literally right across the road. I cross the road to get to all my lectures, every day. It's amazing. I can actually wake up at 9am every day if I so wish (my lectures all start at 10.00am onwards).
As for friends... I've to admit, it's been a bit difficult, finding people who don't go clubbing, or have the same schedule as I do (where I get up at 7.30am and go to bed at 10.00pm) - I've been pretty upfront with my epilepsy and what events I can and can't go to, and it's a bit of a conversation killer at times. It's ... kind of made it difficult to make friends. But, I have met a few absolutely wonderful people - who don't mind if I don't go clubbing, if I have to leave at 9pm, etc., which has been great.
On Thursday and Friday, we had Freshers Fair and more Induction. Induction was slightly boring, basic stuff - academic writing (which the IB, as it turns out, was really useful for) and library services, but I got to talk to my friends again, so that was lovely. Freshers Fair was... intense! I joined a few societies that looked neat (like the Indian society, the Intersectional Feminists society, the LGBT society, etc), got a few freebies and student discount-related things, so that was nice.
I also found out about the AKC - Associateship of King's College which is essentially an extra course thing I can do alongside my degree, about ethics, religion, and theology, and it sounds amazing. There's so much there about religion and art - all I have to do is go to a lecture a week, read a few books, and do one exam for it each yea - and if I pass, etc., I get to put the letters, AKC, after my name! I'm definitely doing it because it sounds absolutely fascinating - here are some lecture titles: Poetry and Piety; Lost Women, Lost Sexualities: Reading the New Testament in Cultural Contexts; Music and Atheism; The Idea of Beauty in Islam; Learning from the Wise: Proverbs and Other Wisdom Literature. And there's more!
Right, lastly, today, Saturday, I went to an art/science exhibition with one of my closest friends, who's at the University of Arts, London - she was with me in my school in Shanghai and we're both in London together now, which is really lovely. Next week, my classes start, and I'll be going to an LGBT coffee social hosted by the LGBT society with another friend, so - that's exciting! (I've met so many fantastic LGBT people already. It's
really ... wow. I don't have words for it!)
I'll keep you guys updated on what happens this week, but (seriously) enough about me already. How are you?
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Why the fish-men are so many, and we, so fewKois flock like rainbows, trellis vines
evolved to curl to the Moon and dine.
We are rivers, but from gold mines,
the rails align and we find birds
evolved to curl. We are rivers
given to furnish vacant land.
We are rivers, but forgot, and
evolved to curl fish to brigands.
Past canopies foresaw this dirge:
we are rivers (evolved) to curl.
How to Be a Smoker I fucking hate the rain. Some people like how it sounds and that’s nice, and some people say it cleans up the streets. All I know is that my shoes are dirty enough without having mud on the inside, too.
Students are already filing out the door when I figure that it’s been another hour of class wasted wondering how nasty my socks are now. The rain is pounding against the thin roof of the lecture hall and as I head toward the doors, sidewalk outside soaked already with footprints and puddles, I realize that I don’t own a fucking umbrella. It’s the beginning of the fucking rain season and all we’ve got to show for it are two hoodies and the jacket Pierre eats in, sleeps in, and probably shits in. And before I know it, I’m bumping into the girl to the right of me with the bright yellow umbrella still tucked into her backpack. Her books spill out of her hands and I motion towards them, picking up a couple an
Gay LoveAnthology Theme: I recently had a long, painful conversation with a new friend from work. We'll call him Paul. Paul is 24 and married less than a year ago. His husband, we'll call him Pat, recently admitted that he's been cheating on Paul. I hugged Paul while he cried and cheered him on when he raged, and offered my couch if he wanted somewhere to crash - and was incredibly proud when he said, "hell no. The cheating bastard can find a street corner for all I care."
Love is heartbreak, sometimes. And it's pain. And it's kicking a sorry excuse for a partner to the curb. And that's true no matter who you are or who you love.
So, inspired by Paul and his amazing confidence in who he is and what he deserves, this mini-anthology is focused on gay love. I tried to find a bit of it from every angle. I hope you'll enjoy these personal, powerful pieces of literature. I sure did.
You know you’re in love when you sound li
The title is from Land
by Agha Shahid Ali, because I have a terrible sense of humour.