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These last few days have been crazy.
Since my last blog post, it feels like I have lived more than three lives. For the first time, I experienced both stereotypical British weather (aka me coming home, so extremely drenched in water, it felt like I had become a massive raindrop myself), and an unexpected heat, similar to what I think hell feels like. I ate a ridiculously expensive lunch at the Key Theatre in Peterborough, went bananas in the Sue Ryder vintage shop, nearly caught fire while lying on the grass of the central park, managed to get lost in the exact same park (don’t ask how, I have asked myself the same question), and cursed about the Christian god while raving about the Greek gods with an old chap at a museum ON THE EXACT SAME DAY. How I can still possibly be alive is a mystery neither people who know me nor I have managed to answer yet.
However, you haven’t even heard the rest of it. On Wednesday and Thursday, I attended the Induction Days of the Media & Journalism course I am taking. Of course, none of us really knew what we were doing 90 percent of the time, and, to be fair, it seemed like some of the teachers didn’t either, but I would say that those days really helped us students to get to know each other and the school better.
We were divided in two groups, and naturally, the first person I had almost started to establish something like an emotional attachment to (hi, Rachel), and I were separated immediately. However, thanks to my conscious awareness of the fact that we’re all going to die someday so why bother with being afraid of doing things, I somehow managed to talk to a bunch of people without making a complete fool of myself (well, hopefully).
The obligatory get-to-know-each-other-games, where we somehow always sit in the usual therapy or anonymous-alcoholics group circles, actually helped us loose this uncomfortable tension between everyone, and already after the second day and some long lunch breaks together in the sun, I feel like we’ve become quite confident with each other. (As a result of our exceptionally long and passionate conversations about food, I have come to the decision to check out a restaurant called “Wetherspoon” soon. A review is to be expected, so stay tuned).
Due to some busy days, I didn’t manage to edit some of the pictures I took in Cambridge earlier, sorry for that, but anyways, here they are.
To be completely honest, I'm not really happy with the outcome of these pictures. I hope they might give you a slight insight in what the old part of Cambridge looks like, and I'll definitely try to take some better pictures in the future.
Talk to you all soon. x