Confessions of a drinker student abroad

Friday, November 5, 2010

Guy Fawkes night

So, it's been almost a week since I last wrote, but this week has been pretty crazy. Since our first game is Sunday football has stepped up a notch, and it's intense. Then there's classes, good grief, all we've been doing is direct stiffness method (woo structures) and such like. Absolutely murderous matrix algebra, although today our Structures prof explained Gaussian Substitution in a way so that I finally understand it, but it's still a mathematical problem to me, it's tough to relate to real world. In geology we've been doing stereo nets for analysing rock slope stability, it's pretty cool, although a lot of the people are having trouble drawing the points and circles.

That's how classes have been going. Not much to say about football, we're all stoked, Sunday we're gonna go smash up Bristol and I cannot wait.

It's been a fun week on the whole. On tuesday Keiran, Decklan, David and I went to WOW (the great sandwich shop) for lunch. It's a lot of fun hanging out with the Irish guys, although I find I can't relate their stories to other people without imitating the accent too. Love the sandwiches at this place though, Karl and I went this morning for a sausage roll for breakfast. Two massive fresh pieces of break loaded with everything good for 2.50 with a student card, can't really beat it.

Tonight we're all gonna go out and have a bit of fun, but nothing major since we have some light training tomorrow morning and then a match on sunday, but hey, it's Guy Fawkes night, and everybody knows the best way to show you love something is to blow up a piece of it. So, fireworks it is then, hopefully I won't get set on fire. On to deeper thoughts.

Today I went out to the store after the sun had set. The rain is still coming down in that steady mist that we've been under for 4 days now. The streetlights halos reached down over our heads. There were about 20 of us walking up the road, all spread out in groups. 3 on their way back from Lidl, 2 girls who came up from Queen street shopping, a group of classmates, all of us spread out over the 300 yard stretch of road. And yet it felt crowded. The ghosts of years of students lives hung in the mist. It wasn't terrifying, or creepy, it was just a sense of years and years of hopes and dreams that had lived and died in these countless windows. None of us think about this much, we all have a bed, and a shower, and a desk, but who was here last year. Who had to lay on this mattress last year with the spring that buries into your shoulder when you sleep? Whose posters were up on this wall last year? Was there love, hate, depression or happiness? Or like all of us, was it a mix of the four? Was it just another life, unremarkable except for the fact that it was here? This complex is a puddle, we come and go, and we turn it into our image, but when we go away it will calm and go back to the way it was before we came. It doesn't care for the story how everything got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

No, it's not that the deepness or thoughtfulness were fake, but this is life, it's sad, it's funny, and boy if it doesn't surprise you. ;)

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little score, a TD
And I'm to bust the head of this safety.


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