This is my travel journal from my study abroad trip to the UK and France. The names of my teachers and classmates have been changed for privacy reasons.
DAY 15- June 3
               Last day in Scotland. Frowny face! But the good news is that it was also our last day in class. We presented our skits and we did so well that we don't have to take a final! (For Owen's class at least. My teammates told me we needed more time and I needed to improvise. So I ended up quoting "Behind Blue Eyes" for no apparent reason.) After class, there was pretty much NOTHING to do at all. Just packing. So I did my laundry and went out with Joan and Clara.

               I was going to go with Liz and Rebecca, but they were planning on leaving sooner than I wanted, so I thought I was going with Amy and Sarah. Sarah needed to borrow my detergent. Due to a misunderstanding, she ended up using some she found in the laundry room that she thought was mine.

               This is my travel journal from my study abroad trip to the UK and France. The names of my teachers and classmates have been changed for privacy reasons.

DAY 14- June 2
               More class. Yeah, yeah...but we went to the Taste of Scotland Show. Best. Show. Ever. And I'll tell you why, but first here's the rest of the day. My group sat in the lobby for three hours after class, writing our sketch to present tomorrow. See, it's a part of our group projects and we're supposed to write a skit about one of the books we read for class. While we were downstairs, the cleaning ladies got onto us about the state of our rooms.

               Have I mentioned this yet? We're staying in a building on campus that seems to double as a hotel in the summer. In addition to our class, there's a lot of other people here for conferences and business things and stuff I don't know about. And they have people who come in to clean the rooms every day. It's making me antsy.

               See, I understand it for things like taking out the trash and restocking the tea. But they come in and vacuum, mop, straighten things, make the beds...it makes me feel weird. Mostly because I'd rather make my own bed and pick up after myself. And I've spend the last year and a half playing the clean-up fairy for my roommates. So every time the cleaning staff shows up while I'm in my room, I feel awkward. I started hiding my dirty clothes under my bed until I forgot where I put them and panicked.

               "Oh God! Aliens took my socks!"

               This is my travel journal from my study abroad trip to the UK and France. The names of my teachers and classmates have been changed for privacy reasons.

DAY 12- May 31
            Exam today! I have carpal tunnel now, I wrote so much. Shame we weren't allowed to type them, but we had to maintain some integrity. I think I did pretty well, although I may get points taken off for sarcasm. On an unrelated note, I've been watching a lot of BBC news when I'm in my room. Well, mostly because I like to have the TV on. I hear the voices and I think someone else is in the room. (Kind of like leaving the radio on for the dog.) I keep seeing these people I saw at the Scottish Parliament appearing on the news. Neat.

               Okay, so class happened and then we had to putter away until Pub Tour Time. Did I mention we were going on the Pub Tour? I ended up on a bus with all the guys and was apparently the only one who knew the way to the Beehive. Our tour began on what had to have been the third floor of this pub. This whole place was one of those pubs that felt really old, with lots of dark heavy woods, thick carpets and wood floors. And curtains. And upstairs was a tiny little room, barely big enough to seat twenty or so, with a stage that was almost as big as a floor mod. (3'6" x 3'6")

               This show is how I wish history class could be. I mean, at least once or twice a month as a way to reenforce what we've learned. Little comedy, little drinking...it's very conductive to education. It's two characters, Clart and McBrain, leading the audience from pub to pub while having a hilarious debate about the duality of famous Scottish writers. It was AWESOME. Did you know you can sing one of Robert Fergusson's poems to The Yellow Rose of Texas? Yeah, they asked where everyone was from, and when they found out how many of us were from Texas the guy said "Well, you're gonna love this!"