Hey all. So I should be reading The Alchemist by Ben Johnson, but I just thought I would write...
Nothing big has been going on, well that's a lie, but nothing life changing. Mary and Sammy are gone, that's sad, because I love them! Their company was awesome, we had some good times, and Mary told me that when I come to Prague I better look her up! Oh I will be, don't worry about that! Sammy, Mary and I cooked dinner Tuesday night, we had burgers, fries and salad, an All American meal! The burgers here have onions in them... that's gross. I was thinking about just going to Burger King and making our lives easier, but thankfully we found 100% Beef! I ate so much, we bought two big things of fries, and there was a lot left, so I showed them how a Fontbonne alumi eats! I felt sick.. hahah.

So my 18th century teacher had something very interesting to say to me right before class started. At 11am, the time that my class is suppose to start, there wasn't a whole lot of us in the room, and my teacher was like, "Well that's okay." UH, what? I said, "That's insane that class doesn't begin at 11am, or whenever it is scheduled to start. There is some leeway with time." And my teacher said, "So if it's different than what you are use to in the States it's insane?"
Uh yeah. No just kidding, but class should start at the designated time, no question. I can't be late for class, it's not in me, but kids here walk in 5, 10 minutes late no big deal. I hate being late to class, I will sprint not to be late. Some teachers at home even take off points off your attendance grade if you are late, that screwed Shorty in Rome class. I told my teacher that they give us time to get from one class to another, a good 15 minutes, and we are expected to be in class on time, and ready to go. It's weird because I have 18th century seminar right before 19th Century English Lecture, and I don't have time to go to the Surrey Club, and I always miss the first few minutes of class. I hate that! It bugs me, but what can I do? There's a whole bunch of us who do that too, so I'm not the only one, but still.

So next topic, it's offical I like tea. Stupid Mary bought tea, and now I've been tea crazy. Before, if I was in a cafe, I would order tea, but now I wake up and have tea. I have tea after dinner... my thoughts are always on tea... when can I next have it? Mary gave me the tea too!! Kathleen doesn't drink tea, so she left it in my capable hands... so sweet.

Kathleen and I were just watching the British version of The Price is Right... wow, one it's not Bob Barker, two it shouldn't even be called The Price is Right. They gave away one car, a trip to Italy and then a bunch of kind of in the middle stuff. One car though... and that was in the Showcase part. In the US version three cars are given away each episode, a trip, usually a boat, furniture, just overall better stuff. I felt like I was watching Let's Make a Deal, because a woman was dressed up as a Pilgrim, but the host was like, "You're from Wales right?" She was because she went nuts. There are more winners in the US version though, I think two people won their games. The wheel is a whole different story, it's something out of the 70's, and they don't tell you what the last person got, and I wanted to know. There was also a male beauty... that was wrong. Thankfully the host was like middle age, so I didn't have to fear for his life. I swear one day someone is going to break Bob Barker when they go nuts and hug him! Oh wait, that's another thing, they got excited but not like crazy, crazy excited. There was no screaming, jumping up and down. It was like they were channeling my father's thoughts, if he was ever on that show, it would be like, "And a new car!" His first thought would be, "Um, the taxes would be outrageous on that." I'm not kidding either. When the woman won at the end, yeah then she was excited, but it was more of a "You won 5,000 pounds" not a "You won a car, a trip, a camera and outdoor furniture." It was weird, but interesting.

Classes are going well, I'm done for the week. Stupid fire alarm at 4:40am screwed up my Tuesday. I could barely stay away, I went to bed late Monday night, but man, I couldn't really fall asleep after the fire alarm. It was raining, and yeah no one was going out into the open, beyond the ceiling part of KBH. I don't think so. These fire alarms are going to be the death of me! They must stop!

Alright, so I think that's it, I'll write again before Spain since I'm going to London tomorrow! YEAH for LONDON!

Cheers all!