Today's lecture was just traumatizing. The morning went well enough, except for the fact that the syllabus had a HUGE mistake - instead of two lectures, as said on the syllabus, we had a full day today. That just dampened my mood, but it wasn't enough to traumatize me. Oh no.
Trouble started after lunch.
Right as I sat down I felt my phone vibrate. It was a call from someone that I knew would never call, so I ran out of the classroom. (He was perfectly fine, by the way). After going to the toilet and checking that my contacts were still in place and seeing some gross stuff in the cubicles, I walked back to the laboratory. And the first thing I heard was:
"Eat your own feces."
I nearly blurted out "WHAT THE FUCK" really loud. Thankfully, I kept my mouth shut, and literally scuttled back to my seat.
Trouble was just brewing. I could smell its acrid, pungent odor from where I sat. It had green fume too.
Well, see, I was recording the lecture for those who left the lecture after lunch for whatever reason. Since my mp3 player had a counter of how long the recording was up to that point, I casually glanced at the screen as he stopped talking about eating your own feces (actually it was about animals who ate their own feces, but still) and moved onto the next topic.
The counter read: 32:14.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen. He had talked about the yucky, gross shit (literally) for thirty minutes.
Trouble didn't end there. After excessively BORING lectures about the endocrine, he did the usual thing.
What is the usual thing? Let me explain.
Recently, we had noticed a pattern in this lecturer's style of lecture. Barring the fact that he repeats himself so many times, lapses into periods of silence, and generally needs to take a speech class, he always rounds off his lecture for the day (which ends at FIVE... we begin at TEN in the morning) by dedicating the last thirty minutes to some ridiculous topic that is definitely related to sex.
Well, I'm not Britney Spears, but oops, he did it again.
Today's porn-in-question was viagra and erectile penises. I don't even know how we got there. We just did. When I actually woke up from daydreaming about bashing his head with my molecular cellular biology book then slowly eviscerating him with my teaspoon, he was already talking about how viagra enhanced penile erection. And pheromones. And some sex study conducted in a nunnery.
Now these are kind of crap that I'd call "TOO MUCH INFORMATION".
Honestly, his lectures are such a torture that they almost equal the pain caused by listening to Britney Spears all day long.
And that's saying a lot.
今年の十月から有閑倶楽部がドラマ化されたらしい。たまたまYOUTUBEを見ていたら出てきたので見てみた。
はっきり言ってかなりのハズレである。まず悠理が主人公じゃない事で醍醐味が半減してしまっている。悠理がめちゃくちゃだから可笑しいんだろうが! 魅録を主人公にしてどうする。
次に不服なのは役者である。まず弥勒自身が魅録らしくない。なんというか軟弱なのである。ふにゃふにゃした魅録なんて炭酸の抜けたコーラのようなものである。髪の毛からして服装まで全部魅録らしくない。
野梨子は線が太すぎる。大体白鹿家のお嬢様が人を引っ叩くか。人を叩いて良いのは悠里だけである。
美童のご自慢の美貌はどこへいったのかぜひ知りたい。彼の長髪は彼にとってもプライドだったはずである。おまけに日本人は金髪にするべきではない。ただでさえ猿に見えやすいのに髪を金髪に染めたら猿そのものである。美童は日本人の血が四分の一しか入ってないので白人の顔をしているはずである。確か１９８６年版の有閑倶楽部では白人がやっていたはずだし。
清四郎の顔は後期の有閑倶楽部の顔である。あとあのもごもご喋るのはどうにかして欲しい。育ちのよいお坊ちゃんだからゆっくり、丁寧にはっきり喋るはずである。おまけに清四郎は１８１cmの身長なんだぞ!
悠理はなんか違う。多分顔が違うのだろう。あともっと乱暴なはずだ。
可憐はどうもガキっぽい...
と言うわけでかなりのがっかりである。
はっきり言ってかなりのハズレである。まず悠理が主人公じゃない事で醍醐味が半減してしまっている。悠理がめちゃくちゃだから可笑しいんだろうが! 魅録を主人公にしてどうする。
次に不服なのは役者である。まず弥勒自身が魅録らしくない。なんというか軟弱なのである。ふにゃふにゃした魅録なんて炭酸の抜けたコーラのようなものである。髪の毛からして服装まで全部魅録らしくない。
野梨子は線が太すぎる。大体白鹿家のお嬢様が人を引っ叩くか。人を叩いて良いのは悠里だけである。
美童のご自慢の美貌はどこへいったのかぜひ知りたい。彼の長髪は彼にとってもプライドだったはずである。おまけに日本人は金髪にするべきではない。ただでさえ猿に見えやすいのに髪を金髪に染めたら猿そのものである。美童は日本人の血が四分の一しか入ってないので白人の顔をしているはずである。確か１９８６年版の有閑倶楽部では白人がやっていたはずだし。
清四郎の顔は後期の有閑倶楽部の顔である。あとあのもごもご喋るのはどうにかして欲しい。育ちのよいお坊ちゃんだからゆっくり、丁寧にはっきり喋るはずである。おまけに清四郎は１８１cmの身長なんだぞ!
悠理はなんか違う。多分顔が違うのだろう。あともっと乱暴なはずだ。
可憐はどうもガキっぽい...
と言うわけでかなりのがっかりである。
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みかんを食べながらぼんやり休憩時間にFACEBOOKをチェックしていたらこの写真にこんなコメントが...
「野村萬斎さんに似てますね。」
やめろおおおー!
ちなみに野村萬斎に似ていると言われるのは初めてではない。大学に入る前の夏、母に言われたのである。
「あんたって野村萬斎に似てるわ。」
「狂言師の?」
「そう。ただ陰陽師をやってる時だけだけどね。」
ほめ言葉なのか貶されたのかさっぱりわからない。
もともと安部清明は狐の子でその役として野村萬斎が選ばれたのだから母は狐に似ていなければいけないはずである。そのことを言ったら...
「だって私狐に似てるってずっと言われてきたもん。それにしてもあんた本当に野村萬斎に似てるね。ちょっとねめあげてごらん。」
「こう？」
「よく似てるわ。妹だって言ってもおかしくない。」
野村萬斎の妹になるのはごめんである。
「ねめあげて『私はそれほど狐に似ておりますかな』って言ってごらん」
「私はそれほど狐に似ておりますかな。」
「ほんと、ほんとよく似てる!」
母は面白がっていたが私にとっては災難である。
「野村萬斎さんに似てますね。」
やめろおおおー!
ちなみに野村萬斎に似ていると言われるのは初めてではない。大学に入る前の夏、母に言われたのである。
「あんたって野村萬斎に似てるわ。」
「狂言師の?」
「そう。ただ陰陽師をやってる時だけだけどね。」
ほめ言葉なのか貶されたのかさっぱりわからない。
もともと安部清明は狐の子でその役として野村萬斎が選ばれたのだから母は狐に似ていなければいけないはずである。そのことを言ったら...
「だって私狐に似てるってずっと言われてきたもん。それにしてもあんた本当に野村萬斎に似てるね。ちょっとねめあげてごらん。」
「こう？」
「よく似てるわ。妹だって言ってもおかしくない。」
野村萬斎の妹になるのはごめんである。
「ねめあげて『私はそれほど狐に似ておりますかな』って言ってごらん」
「私はそれほど狐に似ておりますかな。」
「ほんと、ほんとよく似てる!」
母は面白がっていたが私にとっては災難である。
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Everytime I listen to Linkin Park, it reminds me of the US and the hell I went through throughout my high school.
Why? Let me explain to you.
America is a country of stress. People (well, high-strung, successful people) are stressed out. They are sleep-deprived, nutrition-deprived, love-deprived and time-deprived, always scuttling off to work and whatnot. Because in the US, the more you work, the more you get. So the people with money (I mean middle-class here) work their tails off, trying to be the winner. Because being the loser means that you're the ultimate failure.
While there are many pictures of "failure", there is only one picture of "success", AKA grand car, grand house, grand job, and a fat bank account. To achieve that, kids work their tails off doing extra-curricular, sacrificing their sleep, their weekends, and basically what entails as "good adolescence". They go to a reputable school, where they are filled with all sorts of nonsense that they'll never use in their lives. Drilled, grilled and instilled with a working discipline of a good Puritan and a soldier, the high school teenagers go off to college, where they work (sort of), live lives of small decadance, because... let's face it, unless one does advanced degrees, the childhood, the carefree time, is over. Here comes responsibility, paying the bills and being the adult.
Their lives, hell, our lives, aren't much fun.
And that's why Linkin Park reminds me of the "Land of the Free and the Brave". Because in reality, it might not be what Bush advertises it to be. People are afraid not to become that single picture of success... afraid to fall out of the line, to let go. Literally squished into this cookie cutter shape despite personality, people chafe against the picture of success, but are powerless to rebel.
Yeah, it sucks.
Oh, and have I also mentioned that the only guys who liked me that way always gave me Linkin Park CD? Hmm. I guess the next admirer is going to cross my path when they release a new CD. Now that's a hint, Chester, go make another CD.
Why? Let me explain to you.
America is a country of stress. People (well, high-strung, successful people) are stressed out. They are sleep-deprived, nutrition-deprived, love-deprived and time-deprived, always scuttling off to work and whatnot. Because in the US, the more you work, the more you get. So the people with money (I mean middle-class here) work their tails off, trying to be the winner. Because being the loser means that you're the ultimate failure.
While there are many pictures of "failure", there is only one picture of "success", AKA grand car, grand house, grand job, and a fat bank account. To achieve that, kids work their tails off doing extra-curricular, sacrificing their sleep, their weekends, and basically what entails as "good adolescence". They go to a reputable school, where they are filled with all sorts of nonsense that they'll never use in their lives. Drilled, grilled and instilled with a working discipline of a good Puritan and a soldier, the high school teenagers go off to college, where they work (sort of), live lives of small decadance, because... let's face it, unless one does advanced degrees, the childhood, the carefree time, is over. Here comes responsibility, paying the bills and being the adult.
Their lives, hell, our lives, aren't much fun.
And that's why Linkin Park reminds me of the "Land of the Free and the Brave". Because in reality, it might not be what Bush advertises it to be. People are afraid not to become that single picture of success... afraid to fall out of the line, to let go. Literally squished into this cookie cutter shape despite personality, people chafe against the picture of success, but are powerless to rebel.
Yeah, it sucks.
Oh, and have I also mentioned that the only guys who liked me that way always gave me Linkin Park CD? Hmm. I guess the next admirer is going to cross my path when they release a new CD. Now that's a hint, Chester, go make another CD.
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Due to my flu that has confined me to bed for the time apart from lectures, I am actually updating my blog while sneezing and cursing my throat for being so irritated. Anyway.
During reading week (AKA next week... horray), I swear I'll update the Japanese version of my blog. Swear to God, Mum!
Okay, now that's said, I would like to move onto... my college life.
Since none of my readers (except my mother) has been here, let me explain where I live. First, this quote from Wikipedia...
"Next to Stainer Street, off Tooley Street is Weston Street. Bo
th are among the gloomiest places in London. They are simply tunnels. In the early nineteenth century, before the station was built, John Keats lived in Weston Street, at that time called Dean Street. It was here that he wrote the poem "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer".
Yes, I live on Weston Street. No, I do not live in the tunnel (by the way, the picture of the tunnel is actually Weston Street... ). I live on the extension of the tunnel, but it's still damn gloomy.
Go down Weston Street, you get to a junction. Go right toward Bermondsey, which connects to Elephant and Castle (don't ask me where they got that name) where it leads to... THE TRASHIEST PLACE OF LONDON. Well, maybe not. But I haven't seen much worse.
Go straight, you get into Weston tunnel. Go through that to get to Tooley Street, where London Dungeon (which costs me 20 quid... god knows when I'll ever visit that place), Hay's Galleria (yey Boots), London Bridge Station's one of numerous exits, The London Bridge (which is just a bridge), St. Olaf's House, who apparently was some hotshot during the medieval ages and whatnot, e.t.c.
Go left, you get to... another London Bridge station entrance, Starbuck
s (which closes at 7:30, therefore no longer qualifies as a true Starbucks), a newsagent, some sandwic
h place where I've never been in, bunch of hospital buildings (I told you I live in a damn hospital), McDonalds (in the Student Union of Guy's Campus, AKA Guy's... basically where medical training takes place for the first few years), Boland House where Guy's bar (see left), Blackwell's (where they sell ridiculously expensive books that can be bought for half price in Amazon), Student Union. It also leads you to the actual Guy's C
ampus via colonnade, Hodgkin's Building (which is probably 
as old as the elevator in my dorm... see picture below the orange creepy one, it's the ivy-covered one in the back), New Hunt's House (the orange creepy picture to the right) and Henriette Raphael Building (which look new to impress the candidates who are insane enough to want to come here), and... I think that's it. Anyway, go past the main gates which look NOTHING like the main gates (it's this weird parking lot with steel gates with the Guy's logo on the top where no one can see it... oh, and throw in Thomas Guy's statue randomly standing in the centre). Go past that, you see the place
where Keats lived. Unfortunately, nobody around here knows who John Kea
ts is. Believe it or not, he even went to my school (no, not Fenwick, he's a British, he went to GKT). Go figure. (Yes, that plaque is approximately 2 minutes away from where I live.)
Go down mo
re, you hit Borough High Street, where the famous Borough Market is. Apparently it is a world-renown food market, but unfortunately I only buy vegetables from there, so I'd have no clue. Turn left, the street also houses Ryman's stationary (thank God it's close to my dorm), ANOTHER exit from London Bridge Station (see picture to the left), Sainsbury's which is too expensive for me, and... I think that's it. Oh, and a HUGE Natwest branch, which defies logic because there's a branch two minutes away. Oh well.
Then go right, walk up, you hit London Br
idge (not the station, the actual bridge, right below). Cross it, you hit Monument Station, (seen in the picture to the left), where there is another shoddy branch of Boots, Natwest, and... Tesco's!
Yes, I walk 10 minutes to buy carrots so that I can save 4p. Now shut up.
My lectures are actually at three campuses. Two days I'm at Guy's, right at London Bridge... two days I'm at Strand, another at Waterloo but I never go there anymore because I don't want to repeat Sophomore chemistry again.
The Strand Campus is the heart of KCL (which is NOT Potassium Chloride as I thoug
ht at first). It is at... Strand, which is across from the Aldwych Bend, where LSE is. Turns out I walk the same street to get to my campus as Dad did. Coincidence much? Anyway, keep walking from Strand and you literally hit Savoy, Covent Garden, the attraccion de tourista where I have no business. Turn left righ
t away and you're onto Waterloo Bridge.
The thing is, the Strand Campus isn't actually a campus. It's more of a "what used to be bunch of buildings which Kings College London bought for the sheer lack of money and sheer need". While LSE got p
rettier and prettier, KCL just took turn for the worse... for example, The Norfolk Building isn't ACTUALLY a university building. It was a FREAKING HOTEL. Macadam building fares no better... actually, it's kind of hard to see that it's a university unless you know where to look. They say they'll renovate it, blah blah, but I'd probably be dead of old age by the time they start.
Of course, we have a pretty chapel to show off (since we are the only London University affiliated with the church). I never go in there, because well... I probably should have been one of the Godless Scums of the Gower Street (AKA University College London). I have no faith whatsoever. I'm an agnostic.
On the other h
and, the Maughn Library (left: the entrance, right: entrance details) which used to be the Office for Public Records (or something) is palatial, and also confusing as hell. It has about 4 floors, one mezzanine, and the place is an utter mess. I still get lost in it. Outside looks pretty and about as British as it can be. But then, so does the inside door of Kings College London, which I did not know it existed until a week ago I wandered over to that direction by accident.
Waterloo... fares no better. The James Clerk Maxwell building, which still remains a mystery to me as to its location, USED TO BE A POST OFFICE. You can still see "POST OFFICE" faintly on t
he building.
The Franklin-Wilkins Building, which I used to call it as "Francis-Wilkins Building", is actually mustard yellow. It's literally down the street from the Waterloo Imax theatre, which I will never go to for the price. Across from the building is Stamford Street Building, which houses the Student Union and appa
rently a dorm, but that is yet to be checked.
Okay, so you get my campuses, and my surroundings. Here is my dorm:
Yes, it's a CONCRETE BOX.
Each floor houses a flat, which I have no information about since I've never been in there before, and a corridor. The corridor houses a kitchen (you will hear about the kitchen in a minute), three toilets, two showers, and one bath. It also houses 14 people.
The stuff in the kitchen never works. For example, the stupid microwave always manages to cook a part of meat and leave the rest of it to completely frozen state when you try to defrost it. The fridge (we have two) are missing bars. The only thing that actually works is the stupid freezer. We have two cookers; the hubs work fine, but one of the cooker's oven door just comes off, the other oven spits out black smoke whenever you use it. Fire hazard, anyone? Additionally, the radiator spits out water whenever it is turned on, and the faucets spurt out random bursts of water when you use it for too long.
The bigger shower fails to work properly as well. Basically, what happens is you take shower with lukewarm water, and just as you're getting out it gets warmer. The other shower is no better, as it is a shower STALL, constantly has a puddle the size of Noah's Flood on the floor, has molds on the ceiling that vaguely looks like human faces when you are high on caffeine and has not slept for more than four hours total for the past two nights, and what's worse, the shower head is approximately an inch away from my face (I'm 5'9") and so to get water on my head I have to lean back. The catch here is that the stall wall is approximately six inches away from me, so whenever I lean back too far I smash my head against the plastic. Ow. For bonus, because the other shower does not work the 14 of us are sharing one shower.
The toilets defeat logic. There are eight on the south side of the corridor and six on north side (my side). There are two toilets on my side and one on the other. The toilet seats on my side (don't know about the south side) slips out of where your rear end is when you sit on it, successfully landing you onto the rim of the toilet bowl where some drunk idiot had probably pissed on the night before. Screams and grossness ensues. Fun fun.
My room is relatively decent, but the duvet they provided probably will not keep a hot money warm in middle of Chicago August. It's literally an quarter of an inch thick. The bed is about as soft as tofu, generating back complaints. The curtains have cigarette burns in them, the windows have this restrictor on them so you can't open it all the way... understandable, since I'd probably kill myself in this dingy hole if the restrictors weren't on the windows. A sink, a VERY tall closet, a cabinet with three drawers, one wall cabinet, a mirror by the sink, and a shelf on top of the radiator that is slanted and therefore makes my books fall off completes the suite. Oh, and a corkboard which is painted a yucky hospital blue to match the walls.
The residence office managers are evil, end of discussion. And the security guards are basically wasting our money, since all they do is take naps and listen to music in their little cubicles. They even have "Out - back at" sign, when they're NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
The laundrette harbours many hatred from the residents of our dorm. The dryer just never works... it's 20p for one session, and you have to invest 80p to get your clothes dry. 20p just warms your wet laundry. Ew.
Despite all this, I am actually enjoying my life at Kings College London.
Yey college!
During reading week (AKA next week... horray), I swear I'll update the Japanese version of my blog. Swear to God, Mum!
Okay, now that's said, I would like to move onto... my college life.
Since none of my readers (except my mother) has been here, let me explain where I live. First, this quote from Wikipedia...
"Next to Stainer Street, off Tooley Street is Weston Street. Bo
th are among the gloomiest places in London. They are simply tunnels. In the early nineteenth century, before the station was built, John Keats lived in Weston Street, at that time called Dean Street. It was here that he wrote the poem "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer".Yes, I live on Weston Street. No, I do not live in the tunnel (by the way, the picture of the tunnel is actually Weston Street... ). I live on the extension of the tunnel, but it's still damn gloomy.
Go down Weston Street, you get to a junction. Go right toward Bermondsey, which connects to Elephant and Castle (don't ask me where they got that name) where it leads to... THE TRASHIEST PLACE OF LONDON. Well, maybe not. But I haven't seen much worse.
Go straight, you get into Weston tunnel. Go through that to get to Tooley Street, where London Dungeon (which costs me 20 quid... god knows when I'll ever visit that place), Hay's Galleria (yey Boots), London Bridge Station's one of numerous exits, The London Bridge (which is just a bridge), St. Olaf's House, who apparently was some hotshot during the medieval ages and whatnot, e.t.c.
Go left, you get to... another London Bridge station entrance, Starbuck
s (which closes at 7:30, therefore no longer qualifies as a true Starbucks), a newsagent, some sandwic
h place where I've never been in, bunch of hospital buildings (I told you I live in a damn hospital), McDonalds (in the Student Union of Guy's Campus, AKA Guy's... basically where medical training takes place for the first few years), Boland House where Guy's bar (see left), Blackwell's (where they sell ridiculously expensive books that can be bought for half price in Amazon), Student Union. It also leads you to the actual Guy's C
ampus via colonnade, Hodgkin's Building (which is probably 
as old as the elevator in my dorm... see picture below the orange creepy one, it's the ivy-covered one in the back), New Hunt's House (the orange creepy picture to the right) and Henriette Raphael Building (which look new to impress the candidates who are insane enough to want to come here), and... I think that's it. Anyway, go past the main gates which look NOTHING like the main gates (it's this weird parking lot with steel gates with the Guy's logo on the top where no one can see it... oh, and throw in Thomas Guy's statue randomly standing in the centre). Go past that, you see the place
where Keats lived. Unfortunately, nobody around here knows who John Kea
ts is. Believe it or not, he even went to my school (no, not Fenwick, he's a British, he went to GKT). Go figure. (Yes, that plaque is approximately 2 minutes away from where I live.)Go down mo
re, you hit Borough High Street, where the famous Borough Market is. Apparently it is a world-renown food market, but unfortunately I only buy vegetables from there, so I'd have no clue. Turn left, the street also houses Ryman's stationary (thank God it's close to my dorm), ANOTHER exit from London Bridge Station (see picture to the left), Sainsbury's which is too expensive for me, and... I think that's it. Oh, and a HUGE Natwest branch, which defies logic because there's a branch two minutes away. Oh well.
Then go right, walk up, you hit London Br
idge (not the station, the actual bridge, right below). Cross it, you hit Monument Station, (seen in the picture to the left), where there is another shoddy branch of Boots, Natwest, and... Tesco's!Yes, I walk 10 minutes to buy carrots so that I can save 4p. Now shut up.
My lectures are actually at three campuses. Two days I'm at Guy's, right at London Bridge... two days I'm at Strand, another at Waterloo but I never go there anymore because I don't want to repeat Sophomore chemistry again.
The Strand Campus is the heart of KCL (which is NOT Potassium Chloride as I thoug
ht at first). It is at... Strand, which is across from the Aldwych Bend, where LSE is. Turns out I walk the same street to get to my campus as Dad did. Coincidence much? Anyway, keep walking from Strand and you literally hit Savoy, Covent Garden, the attraccion de tourista where I have no business. Turn left righ
t away and you're onto Waterloo Bridge.The thing is, the Strand Campus isn't actually a campus. It's more of a "what used to be bunch of buildings which Kings College London bought for the sheer lack of money and sheer need". While LSE got p
rettier and prettier, KCL just took turn for the worse... for example, The Norfolk Building isn't ACTUALLY a university building. It was a FREAKING HOTEL. Macadam building fares no better... actually, it's kind of hard to see that it's a university unless you know where to look. They say they'll renovate it, blah blah, but I'd probably be dead of old age by the time they start.Of course, we have a pretty chapel to show off (since we are the only London University affiliated with the church). I never go in there, because well... I probably should have been one of the Godless Scums of the Gower Street (AKA University College London). I have no faith whatsoever. I'm an agnostic.
On the other h
and, the Maughn Library (left: the entrance, right: entrance details) which used to be the Office for Public Records (or something) is palatial, and also confusing as hell. It has about 4 floors, one mezzanine, and the place is an utter mess. I still get lost in it. Outside looks pretty and about as British as it can be. But then, so does the inside door of Kings College London, which I did not know it existed until a week ago I wandered over to that direction by accident.Waterloo... fares no better. The James Clerk Maxwell building, which still remains a mystery to me as to its location, USED TO BE A POST OFFICE. You can still see "POST OFFICE" faintly on t
he building.The Franklin-Wilkins Building, which I used to call it as "Francis-Wilkins Building", is actually mustard yellow. It's literally down the street from the Waterloo Imax theatre, which I will never go to for the price. Across from the building is Stamford Street Building, which houses the Student Union and appa
rently a dorm, but that is yet to be checked.Okay, so you get my campuses, and my surroundings. Here is my dorm:
Yes, it's a CONCRETE BOX.
Each floor houses a flat, which I have no information about since I've never been in there before, and a corridor. The corridor houses a kitchen (you will hear about the kitchen in a minute), three toilets, two showers, and one bath. It also houses 14 people.
The stuff in the kitchen never works. For example, the stupid microwave always manages to cook a part of meat and leave the rest of it to completely frozen state when you try to defrost it. The fridge (we have two) are missing bars. The only thing that actually works is the stupid freezer. We have two cookers; the hubs work fine, but one of the cooker's oven door just comes off, the other oven spits out black smoke whenever you use it. Fire hazard, anyone? Additionally, the radiator spits out water whenever it is turned on, and the faucets spurt out random bursts of water when you use it for too long.
The bigger shower fails to work properly as well. Basically, what happens is you take shower with lukewarm water, and just as you're getting out it gets warmer. The other shower is no better, as it is a shower STALL, constantly has a puddle the size of Noah's Flood on the floor, has molds on the ceiling that vaguely looks like human faces when you are high on caffeine and has not slept for more than four hours total for the past two nights, and what's worse, the shower head is approximately an inch away from my face (I'm 5'9") and so to get water on my head I have to lean back. The catch here is that the stall wall is approximately six inches away from me, so whenever I lean back too far I smash my head against the plastic. Ow. For bonus, because the other shower does not work the 14 of us are sharing one shower.
The toilets defeat logic. There are eight on the south side of the corridor and six on north side (my side). There are two toilets on my side and one on the other. The toilet seats on my side (don't know about the south side) slips out of where your rear end is when you sit on it, successfully landing you onto the rim of the toilet bowl where some drunk idiot had probably pissed on the night before. Screams and grossness ensues. Fun fun.
My room is relatively decent, but the duvet they provided probably will not keep a hot money warm in middle of Chicago August. It's literally an quarter of an inch thick. The bed is about as soft as tofu, generating back complaints. The curtains have cigarette burns in them, the windows have this restrictor on them so you can't open it all the way... understandable, since I'd probably kill myself in this dingy hole if the restrictors weren't on the windows. A sink, a VERY tall closet, a cabinet with three drawers, one wall cabinet, a mirror by the sink, and a shelf on top of the radiator that is slanted and therefore makes my books fall off completes the suite. Oh, and a corkboard which is painted a yucky hospital blue to match the walls.
The residence office managers are evil, end of discussion. And the security guards are basically wasting our money, since all they do is take naps and listen to music in their little cubicles. They even have "Out - back at" sign, when they're NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
The laundrette harbours many hatred from the residents of our dorm. The dryer just never works... it's 20p for one session, and you have to invest 80p to get your clothes dry. 20p just warms your wet laundry. Ew.
Despite all this, I am actually enjoying my life at Kings College London.
Yey college!
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Well, he's kind of dead now, but...
No, he is NOT Hugh Grant (that's what I thought at first)
He is...
JFK JUNIOR.
OMG. (that was my reaction too)
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Personally, I don't have a clue why ANYONE would want to go to med school. A month into it and I've already visited the doctor three times, bought 3 jars of coffee and nearly finished with the second one, have used over 320 sheets of looseleaf for notes, on four kinds of pills, sleep-deprived and love-deprived, yelled at, and sick. If that doesn't scare you away, you're a masochist so STOP READING MY BLOG.
Anyway, since I did the classmates last post (which was a while ago), here is lesson 2 - the PROFESSORS.
The Walltalker - with the IQ of 2000, an appearance of an alien and a very bad speech pattern, this guy is a genius. Unfortunately, since he had never experienced any problems in school he can't understand what the general population goes through in his lectures - constant hypnosis and disrupted sleep patterns via unplanned naps. He talks INTO the wall, thereby inhibiting the class from taking decent notes. He also is a complete tech idiot, and does not plan his lectures, throwing the avid note-takers into utter confusion.
The Hyper TA - this guy isn't a TA, actually. He's a full-fledged lecturer... unfortunately he has an appearance of a second year college student and is just juvenile in every way possible. Braces? Check. Nerdy smile? Check. Much awkwardness around single female species who just crowd around him so that they can get the extra points in the exam? Check. He is also constantly hyper compared to the more somber fellows, thereby giving an impression that the only reason he got to such an educational status at such an early age is because of overdose of cafffeine and sugar. Which is most likely the case anyway.
The mad scientist - THIS GUY IS CRAZY! He's a great guy, great teacher, but something tells you that he kind of slept through "Common sense 101" during college. As the result, he's a wacko. Oh, and he sort of remembers safety procedures, but sees it as a a guideline, not rules, sending you into utter horror, increased by the factor of one trillion by the fact that he has an innocent smile on his face.
The Evil - This guy is just damn evil. He doesn't intend to, oh no. But see, that makes it even worse. He likes to give long-ass lectures on Fridays when everyone's ready to dash back to catch up on sleep, party, work, or just plain stuff. He also is in desperate need of speech classes; his lack of ability to speak properly in the public sends you to utter hell, because this disability prolongs the lectures by the factor of four. Oh, and he also always have a congenial smile, then fails you with the congenial smile still on his face. Simply put: he's a lying bastard.
I hope you enjoyed my observations. Now I have to go read 100 pages (literally) for cellular biology for tomorrow. And I haven't even started.
Craaap.
The Evil - This guy is just damn evil. He doesn't intend to, oh no. But see, that makes it even worse. He likes to give long-ass lectures on Fridays when everyone's ready to dash back to catch up on sleep, party, work, or just plain stuff. He also is in desperate need of speech classes; his lack of ability to speak properly in the public sends you to utter hell, because this disability prolongs the lectures by the factor of four. Oh, and he also always have a congenial smile, then fails you with the congenial smile still on his face. Simply put: he's a lying bastard.
I hope you enjoyed my observations. Now I have to go read 100 pages (literally) for cellular biology for tomorrow. And I haven't even started.
Craaap.
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Statement: I actually shouted "MUUUUUM, FIVE MORE MINUTES" this morning when my alarm played a LOUD version of KT Tunstall.
I'm pathetic. I'm ashamed of myself.
I'm pathetic. I'm ashamed of myself.
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You know your first day of Senior year, your teachers lectured you about "Senioritis", a commonly mysterious phenomenon when the Seniors just start slacking off? Well, I do. And I distinctively remember one of my lecturers - I mean, teachers - saying something like "Don't drop into the pit called Senioritis - you can never get out" or some weird metaphor like that.
Well, if that was a pit, then Collegitis is a Mariana trench.
Away from parents, freedom (and relatively more money, now to think about it), I've been slacking off. Not like "I'm going to procrastinate this paper till tomorrow" slack-off, because I never get any homework (I have one coursework, three labs, and final exams in most of my classes to make the grade). The thing is, I stopped going to lectures (ahem ahem, Chem), mainly because it's a waste of time.
So what do I do? Well...
I'm usually studying some other crap (read: Advanced algebra, Statistics, Clinical Psychology, nuclear physics), or I'm sleeping. Or watching House (Episode 3 just sucked, honest). Or writing out notes for my two biology classes, which makes AP Biology look like a fairy cake. Serious. All the transcriptase and lipase and -ases are driving me nuts, and Mammalian bio is no better - who the HELL spends THREE lectures on thermal control of mammals? Argh (and tomorrow fares no better - lecture from 10 til 4:30, hour breaks in between. Shit.).
So... to my younger people (AKA Ian, yes, you)... DON'T get Senioritis. I didn't get one till post-AP exams, and then there were about two weeks before graduation. And now I'm getting Collegitis, and it's seriously taxing me...
Well, if that was a pit, then Collegitis is a Mariana trench.
Away from parents, freedom (and relatively more money, now to think about it), I've been slacking off. Not like "I'm going to procrastinate this paper till tomorrow" slack-off, because I never get any homework (I have one coursework, three labs, and final exams in most of my classes to make the grade). The thing is, I stopped going to lectures (ahem ahem, Chem), mainly because it's a waste of time.
So what do I do? Well...
I'm usually studying some other crap (read: Advanced algebra, Statistics, Clinical Psychology, nuclear physics), or I'm sleeping. Or watching House (Episode 3 just sucked, honest). Or writing out notes for my two biology classes, which makes AP Biology look like a fairy cake. Serious. All the transcriptase and lipase and -ases are driving me nuts, and Mammalian bio is no better - who the HELL spends THREE lectures on thermal control of mammals? Argh (and tomorrow fares no better - lecture from 10 til 4:30, hour breaks in between. Shit.).
So... to my younger people (AKA Ian, yes, you)... DON'T get Senioritis. I didn't get one till post-AP exams, and then there were about two weeks before graduation. And now I'm getting Collegitis, and it's seriously taxing me...
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Honestly, I have no clue.
See, every year, my former math teacher, math idiot extraordinaire (and I hope to GOD that he doesn't read this) takes about 40 kids to... where else but London. In my opinion, his obsession with this city is beyond disgust or pity - it piques curiosity. It's that bad. His room is cluttered with London stuff that I'd never even DREAM about going near to, let alone buy.
...
He stays with kids in Royal National Hotel, which is apparently in Bloomsbury, which is just about ten minutes from one of my campuses at Strand (who would have guessed that Kings College London had over 5 campuses... not me). Incidentally, the only time I was in Bloomsbury was when I accidentally took the wrong turn from Covent Garden back from school (well, I was trying to get to Picadilly, oops) and ended up right by Gower Street. Therefore, have I ever seen the hotel? Nope?
But coming to think about it, I think Finnell's little group knows more about London than I do. Sure, I can tell you if Boots or Superdrug has cheaper soap, or where you can buy the cheapest carrots (which is not Borough Market, but Tescos at Monument... who would have guessed). I can tell you how many Prets I pass by when I get to Strand Campus, or what's in the London Bridge station, but beyond my home ground, I'm clueless. I have no idea how to get to Tower Bridge, although I can explain to you about 4 different ways to get to Stamford Street in Waterloo (well... I can see it if I walk about three minutes from my residence... would that help?). If you ask me which way to Harrods, I'll probably end up leading you to Leicester Square instead. When it comes to the famous parks (AKA Hyde Park), I can't even locate them on the map. As for Stonehenge? Well, anything outside of London is a mystery for me - there's Scotland up in the north, Wales down somewhere in the southwest (and even that's dubious), Ireland is to the west. The other places are... well, they don't exist on the map for me. So there we are.
So all in all, London isn't a fun place, folks. Especially when you are dodging gruntled businessmen to get to the class on time.
Oh, and the best sandwich around: Tescos.
See, every year, my former math teacher, math idiot extraordinaire (and I hope to GOD that he doesn't read this) takes about 40 kids to... where else but London. In my opinion, his obsession with this city is beyond disgust or pity - it piques curiosity. It's that bad. His room is cluttered with London stuff that I'd never even DREAM about going near to, let alone buy.
...
He stays with kids in Royal National Hotel, which is apparently in Bloomsbury, which is just about ten minutes from one of my campuses at Strand (who would have guessed that Kings College London had over 5 campuses... not me). Incidentally, the only time I was in Bloomsbury was when I accidentally took the wrong turn from Covent Garden back from school (well, I was trying to get to Picadilly, oops) and ended up right by Gower Street. Therefore, have I ever seen the hotel? Nope?
But coming to think about it, I think Finnell's little group knows more about London than I do. Sure, I can tell you if Boots or Superdrug has cheaper soap, or where you can buy the cheapest carrots (which is not Borough Market, but Tescos at Monument... who would have guessed). I can tell you how many Prets I pass by when I get to Strand Campus, or what's in the London Bridge station, but beyond my home ground, I'm clueless. I have no idea how to get to Tower Bridge, although I can explain to you about 4 different ways to get to Stamford Street in Waterloo (well... I can see it if I walk about three minutes from my residence... would that help?). If you ask me which way to Harrods, I'll probably end up leading you to Leicester Square instead. When it comes to the famous parks (AKA Hyde Park), I can't even locate them on the map. As for Stonehenge? Well, anything outside of London is a mystery for me - there's Scotland up in the north, Wales down somewhere in the southwest (and even that's dubious), Ireland is to the west. The other places are... well, they don't exist on the map for me. So there we are.
So all in all, London isn't a fun place, folks. Especially when you are dodging gruntled businessmen to get to the class on time.
Oh, and the best sandwich around: Tescos.
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Just one word today:
Dante Sparda. The Sex God.
Dante Sparda. The Sex God.Just kidding. But he is hot.
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I currently hate everything and everybody.
First of all, my watch wristband broke. So now I have to get the damn thing fixed. I hate spending money, period.
Second, I just bout $200 worth of books - Nuclear Physics, molecular biology, Psychology. And I feel bad, although I'm going to use them a lot, because again, I hate using money for myself.
Third, this stupid postal strike is CRIPPLING ME. I HATE ROYAL MAIL!!!!! I hope they crash and get banned or something, so the stupid postal workers can get fired and go on the streets. It's a PUBLIC SERVICE, STOP STRIKING, DAMN IT. If this was States nobody would care because people'd just use FedEx or UPS, but nooo, this is the UK. So people just bear with it. In the US if the postal service was the only service available, they'd be crippled, and the entire country will fall down. ARGH. Now I won't get my books within the next week, it's doubtful my lab coat will be here on time, my bank stuff wouldn't be here for another week, and it's pissing me off.
Fourth, I've been averaging 3 hours of sleep a night, high on caffeine, and 6 to 10 hours of study per day, and this is making me CRANKY AS HELL. I've been averaging around 1000kcal a day, mostly sugar (yeah, I'm really a health nut).
Fifth, I hate my Mammalian biology professor. Can't he JUST GET TO THE POINT AND STOP GIVING OUT INDISCREET INFO, like HOW TO KILL PEOPLE WITHOUT GETTING TRACED? I KNOW THAT INJECTING K IONS WILL KILL YOU WITHOUT TRACES, I READ THAT IN HOUSE OF GOD, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! STOP REPEATING YOURSELF 30 BILLION TIMES, I KNOW THAT THE pH OF THE FUCKING BLOOD IS 7.4 WITHOUT YOU SAYING IT 13 TIMES, I'M NOT A DUMBASS. AND STOP GIVING 6 HOUR LECTURES, I HAVE LIMITS, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 36 HOURS, ON THREE DOSES of 200mg CAFFEINE, ATE NOTHING BUT TWIX ALL DAY! AND STOP SAYING "FINAL WORD" THEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR 10 MINUTES! AND STOP TALKING ABOUT CAMELS, I'M NOT GOING TO BE A VET, I DON'T CARE IF ALL THE CAMELS DIE IN THE WORLD! GOD.
Sixth, THE GUYS WHO COME BACK TO THE FLOOR PISS-ASS DRUNK, STOP SCREAMING. I'm EITHER SLEEPING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 DAYS OR RIPPING MY HAIRS OUT DOING BIOLOGY. NEXT TIME I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT, AND THEN YOU CAN SCREAM AS MUCH AS YOU WANT.
SEVENTH, STOP MAKING ME DO EVERYTHING (that's to the people over here, not you guys in the US). I'M ALREADY SWAMPED, I'M CRANKY, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME STUDYING NUCLEAR PHYSICS AND PSYCHOLOGY ALONG WITH THE COURSEWORK, HAVING 2 JOBS. DO THE SHIT THAT YOU CAN DO YOURSELF. I AIN'T YOUR MOMMY.
Argh. I'm SO PISSED OFF.
First of all, my watch wristband broke. So now I have to get the damn thing fixed. I hate spending money, period.
Second, I just bout $200 worth of books - Nuclear Physics, molecular biology, Psychology. And I feel bad, although I'm going to use them a lot, because again, I hate using money for myself.
Third, this stupid postal strike is CRIPPLING ME. I HATE ROYAL MAIL!!!!! I hope they crash and get banned or something, so the stupid postal workers can get fired and go on the streets. It's a PUBLIC SERVICE, STOP STRIKING, DAMN IT. If this was States nobody would care because people'd just use FedEx or UPS, but nooo, this is the UK. So people just bear with it. In the US if the postal service was the only service available, they'd be crippled, and the entire country will fall down. ARGH. Now I won't get my books within the next week, it's doubtful my lab coat will be here on time, my bank stuff wouldn't be here for another week, and it's pissing me off.
Fourth, I've been averaging 3 hours of sleep a night, high on caffeine, and 6 to 10 hours of study per day, and this is making me CRANKY AS HELL. I've been averaging around 1000kcal a day, mostly sugar (yeah, I'm really a health nut).
Fifth, I hate my Mammalian biology professor. Can't he JUST GET TO THE POINT AND STOP GIVING OUT INDISCREET INFO, like HOW TO KILL PEOPLE WITHOUT GETTING TRACED? I KNOW THAT INJECTING K IONS WILL KILL YOU WITHOUT TRACES, I READ THAT IN HOUSE OF GOD, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! STOP REPEATING YOURSELF 30 BILLION TIMES, I KNOW THAT THE pH OF THE FUCKING BLOOD IS 7.4 WITHOUT YOU SAYING IT 13 TIMES, I'M NOT A DUMBASS. AND STOP GIVING 6 HOUR LECTURES, I HAVE LIMITS, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 36 HOURS, ON THREE DOSES of 200mg CAFFEINE, ATE NOTHING BUT TWIX ALL DAY! AND STOP SAYING "FINAL WORD" THEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR 10 MINUTES! AND STOP TALKING ABOUT CAMELS, I'M NOT GOING TO BE A VET, I DON'T CARE IF ALL THE CAMELS DIE IN THE WORLD! GOD.
Sixth, THE GUYS WHO COME BACK TO THE FLOOR PISS-ASS DRUNK, STOP SCREAMING. I'm EITHER SLEEPING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 DAYS OR RIPPING MY HAIRS OUT DOING BIOLOGY. NEXT TIME I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT, AND THEN YOU CAN SCREAM AS MUCH AS YOU WANT.
SEVENTH, STOP MAKING ME DO EVERYTHING (that's to the people over here, not you guys in the US). I'M ALREADY SWAMPED, I'M CRANKY, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME STUDYING NUCLEAR PHYSICS AND PSYCHOLOGY ALONG WITH THE COURSEWORK, HAVING 2 JOBS. DO THE SHIT THAT YOU CAN DO YOURSELF. I AIN'T YOUR MOMMY.
Argh. I'm SO PISSED OFF.
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最初の二日が終わったがもう私の頭の中でステレオタイプが出来始めている。優しい人もいるし退屈なやつもいるしものすごくいらいらさせられるやつもいる。今のところこうなっている：
勉強馬鹿 －このタイプは私の癇に障る。このタイプはとてもよく読むのだが（それはそれで良い）、教授が聞く馬鹿馬鹿しい質問に一生懸命答えるのである。まったくである。われわれはみんな２足す２は４だということはわかっているのだから得意げに答えてその後で私は頭が良いだろうと言わんばかりに見回さなくてもいいのである…みんな実はあんたが頭よく見せようとしている馬鹿だとは知っているのだから。だから今すぐ黙ってください。
スポーツ野郎 －このタイプの人たちはあなたが彼らの階級に何かしらの理由で入っていないのであなたを見下す方々です。大抵の場合、国籍、言葉の発音、部活、外見で決められることが多い。彼らはまあまあ出来るが野望も天才肌も一切無いのが普通である。
怠け者な天才 －この人たちは授業中眠るわIPODを聞くわさんざんである。酷いのになると授業に出てこようともしない。ところが試験だけはばっちり取るのである。
ニセー怠け者な天才 －このグループは夜中にみんながパーティーに行ったり、眠っている時に必死で勉強するくせに次の日になって授業に出てくると眠ったり、IPODを聞いたりリラックスしたりしている。だがさすがに３千万時間勉強しただけあって試験はらくらくといい点数を取る。
いやな君 ーこいつは頭は良い。本当に良い。だが不運なことに「みんなで仲良くしましょう」という教訓は学校で学ばなかったらしく、クラスのいやなやつナンバーワンになっている。
寡黙な東洋人 －この人は寡黙だがただひとつの理由からである－英語が話せないのである。一生懸命よく勉強するのでペーパーテストになるとすばらしい成績を取るが実技になるとバラバラになってしまう。
ぶくぶくおしゃべり箱 －この女の子たちは常にしゃべっているか笑っているかバービーの世界に住んでいるかどれかである。それはそれでよいのだがこれは大学である。ですから出来ればリネックスに脳味噌をインストールしていただいた後にまたご来店ください。
本虫馬鹿 －勉強馬鹿に良く似ていてこのたいぷは他聞ヤフーニュースで読んだ関係ない情報を教授に吐き出してクラスをトピックからそれさせ、みんなのことを混乱させるのが常である。彼らは頭が良く見えるとばかりに答えの無い質問、長い質問、関係の無い質問を教授に聞くのが大好きなのだがその間教授を含めてクラス全員を苛立たせている。怠け者な天才の反対である。
ナイスガイ －こいつは本当に優しい。大抵平均以上か佑の外見をしていて体格もなかなかだし頭もそこそこ良くて何しろ性格がピカイチである。彼氏がほしいあなたには残念な事に彼は大抵フリーではない。
まあ、今日まで出こういう人たちにあった。優しい人もいるし、一人は私だしいつか寮の冷蔵庫で湧いているボツリヌスで殺す予定の人もいる。
まあ、これがレッスン１でした。レッスン２は近々の予定です。
勉強馬鹿 －このタイプは私の癇に障る。このタイプはとてもよく読むのだが（それはそれで良い）、教授が聞く馬鹿馬鹿しい質問に一生懸命答えるのである。まったくである。われわれはみんな２足す２は４だということはわかっているのだから得意げに答えてその後で私は頭が良いだろうと言わんばかりに見回さなくてもいいのである…みんな実はあんたが頭よく見せようとしている馬鹿だとは知っているのだから。だから今すぐ黙ってください。
スポーツ野郎 －このタイプの人たちはあなたが彼らの階級に何かしらの理由で入っていないのであなたを見下す方々です。大抵の場合、国籍、言葉の発音、部活、外見で決められることが多い。彼らはまあまあ出来るが野望も天才肌も一切無いのが普通である。
怠け者な天才 －この人たちは授業中眠るわIPODを聞くわさんざんである。酷いのになると授業に出てこようともしない。ところが試験だけはばっちり取るのである。
ニセー怠け者な天才 －このグループは夜中にみんながパーティーに行ったり、眠っている時に必死で勉強するくせに次の日になって授業に出てくると眠ったり、IPODを聞いたりリラックスしたりしている。だがさすがに３千万時間勉強しただけあって試験はらくらくといい点数を取る。
いやな君 ーこいつは頭は良い。本当に良い。だが不運なことに「みんなで仲良くしましょう」という教訓は学校で学ばなかったらしく、クラスのいやなやつナンバーワンになっている。
寡黙な東洋人 －この人は寡黙だがただひとつの理由からである－英語が話せないのである。一生懸命よく勉強するのでペーパーテストになるとすばらしい成績を取るが実技になるとバラバラになってしまう。
ぶくぶくおしゃべり箱 －この女の子たちは常にしゃべっているか笑っているかバービーの世界に住んでいるかどれかである。それはそれでよいのだがこれは大学である。ですから出来ればリネックスに脳味噌をインストールしていただいた後にまたご来店ください。
本虫馬鹿 －勉強馬鹿に良く似ていてこのたいぷは他聞ヤフーニュースで読んだ関係ない情報を教授に吐き出してクラスをトピックからそれさせ、みんなのことを混乱させるのが常である。彼らは頭が良く見えるとばかりに答えの無い質問、長い質問、関係の無い質問を教授に聞くのが大好きなのだがその間教授を含めてクラス全員を苛立たせている。怠け者な天才の反対である。
ナイスガイ －こいつは本当に優しい。大抵平均以上か佑の外見をしていて体格もなかなかだし頭もそこそこ良くて何しろ性格がピカイチである。彼氏がほしいあなたには残念な事に彼は大抵フリーではない。
まあ、今日まで出こういう人たちにあった。優しい人もいるし、一人は私だしいつか寮の冷蔵庫で湧いているボツリヌスで殺す予定の人もいる。
まあ、これがレッスン１でした。レッスン２は近々の予定です。
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So, the first two days are over, and already I see some stereotypes springing up in my head. Some of them are nice, some of them are boring, some of them are just plain damn annoying. So here it is:
The Studious Idiot - this type just annoys me. They are the ones who read diligently (which is fine), then proceed to answer retarded questions that the professors ask. I mean, seriously. We all understand that two plus two is four, you don't have to answer it proudly and look around to make sure that everybody thinks you're clever, we all know you're stupid trying to look intelligent. Now SHUT UP.
The Jock - These people look down on you because you simply aren't in their class for some reason. It's usually because of your ethnicity, your accent, your extracurricular, or simply how you look. They also are moderately intelligent; however, they have no aspiration and absolutely no spark of brilliance whatsoever.
The Lazy Genius - These people sleep through class, listen to their iPods, some of them never even show up. Then they ace the exams.
The Pseudo-Lazy Genius - This group study their butts off during the night while everybody's partying or sleeping, then turn up next day for lectures and casually fall asleep, listen to their iPods, relax, e.t.c. But owing to the 3 million hours of study, they ace the exams.
The Clever Jerk - This guy's clever. Really clever. Unfortunately, he didn't get educated in "let's share and get along" facet of school education, and he has successfully turned into the official jerk of the class.
The Silent Asian - This guy is silent, mainly for one reason: he can't speak English. He studies hard and well, and when it comes to paper exams they ace it. But when it's practicals, they're down the drain.
The Bubbly Chatterbox - These girls are CONSTANTLY talking, giggling, laughing, and living in Barbieland. That's fine, but hello, this is university. So please come back when you get a brain installed, preferrably by Linux.
The Bookworm Idiot - Very similar to the Studious idiot, these guys just spit out random facts that they probably read on Yahoo news to the professor, distracting the class from the topic and pretty much confusing everybody. They love to ask rhetorical questions, long questions, and irrelevant questions to the professors, thinking that this makes them look clever, all the while annoying everyone - including the professor - in the class. Quite the opposite of the Lazy genius.
The Nice Guy - This guy's just NICE. He looks good (above average to excellent), has a nice physique, relatively clever, and his personality's gold. Too bad he's already taken.
So far, I've met these people... some people are nice, one of them's me, some of them I'm going to kill someday with a terrible case of botulism that's probably flourishing in the kitchen fridge.
So that was Lesson 1. Lesson 2 to come very soon.
The Studious Idiot - this type just annoys me. They are the ones who read diligently (which is fine), then proceed to answer retarded questions that the professors ask. I mean, seriously. We all understand that two plus two is four, you don't have to answer it proudly and look around to make sure that everybody thinks you're clever, we all know you're stupid trying to look intelligent. Now SHUT UP.
The Jock - These people look down on you because you simply aren't in their class for some reason. It's usually because of your ethnicity, your accent, your extracurricular, or simply how you look. They also are moderately intelligent; however, they have no aspiration and absolutely no spark of brilliance whatsoever.
The Lazy Genius - These people sleep through class, listen to their iPods, some of them never even show up. Then they ace the exams.
The Pseudo-Lazy Genius - This group study their butts off during the night while everybody's partying or sleeping, then turn up next day for lectures and casually fall asleep, listen to their iPods, relax, e.t.c. But owing to the 3 million hours of study, they ace the exams.
The Clever Jerk - This guy's clever. Really clever. Unfortunately, he didn't get educated in "let's share and get along" facet of school education, and he has successfully turned into the official jerk of the class.
The Silent Asian - This guy is silent, mainly for one reason: he can't speak English. He studies hard and well, and when it comes to paper exams they ace it. But when it's practicals, they're down the drain.
The Bubbly Chatterbox - These girls are CONSTANTLY talking, giggling, laughing, and living in Barbieland. That's fine, but hello, this is university. So please come back when you get a brain installed, preferrably by Linux.
The Bookworm Idiot - Very similar to the Studious idiot, these guys just spit out random facts that they probably read on Yahoo news to the professor, distracting the class from the topic and pretty much confusing everybody. They love to ask rhetorical questions, long questions, and irrelevant questions to the professors, thinking that this makes them look clever, all the while annoying everyone - including the professor - in the class. Quite the opposite of the Lazy genius.
The Nice Guy - This guy's just NICE. He looks good (above average to excellent), has a nice physique, relatively clever, and his personality's gold. Too bad he's already taken.
So far, I've met these people... some people are nice, one of them's me, some of them I'm going to kill someday with a terrible case of botulism that's probably flourishing in the kitchen fridge.
So that was Lesson 1. Lesson 2 to come very soon.
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３時４０分頃、私は部屋をかたずけてメールをチェックして机の上を整理して皿を洗った後でやっと寝るところであった。ものすごく疲れていて疲労感に襲われ、体はスポンジのようだった。やっとうとうとしかけた時…
ものすごい甲高いサイレンが聞こえてきた。
私が最初に思ったのは「これは夢だろうか」という事であった。火災警報だったのだがもし最初の授業に行く前に寮が燃えてしまったとしたらこれはとんだ学年明けである。まあ、私は本当の火事だと思ったので私のフェンウィックの体育用のTシャツと薄い黄色のチェックのショーツを穿いたまま階段を駆け下りて外へ出た。そして外はものすごく寒かったのである。
火災訓練ではなかった。三大の消防車が来て怠け者の消防士が火事ではないことをチェックしている間、私たちは３０分も外に立ち尽くしていたのである。それから私たちは中に戻った。
その頃、私の目は冴えてしまって眠ることは不可能になっていた。
ものすごい甲高いサイレンが聞こえてきた。
私が最初に思ったのは「これは夢だろうか」という事であった。火災警報だったのだがもし最初の授業に行く前に寮が燃えてしまったとしたらこれはとんだ学年明けである。まあ、私は本当の火事だと思ったので私のフェンウィックの体育用のTシャツと薄い黄色のチェックのショーツを穿いたまま階段を駆け下りて外へ出た。そして外はものすごく寒かったのである。
火災訓練ではなかった。三大の消防車が来て怠け者の消防士が火事ではないことをチェックしている間、私たちは３０分も外に立ち尽くしていたのである。それから私たちは中に戻った。
その頃、私の目は冴えてしまって眠ることは不可能になっていた。
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So around 3:40AM, I was just about to fall asleep after sorting everything out, checking e-mail, tidying the desk, doing the dishes, e.t.c. I was fatigued and exhausted, my body felt like a sponge. As soon as I dozed off...
came the high-pitched siren.
My first thought was, "IS THIS A DREAM?" It was a fire alarm, but it's rather a precipitous start to the schoolyear if my dorm catched on fire before I even went to my first class. Anyway, I thought it was a real fire, so wearing naught but my Fenwick gym t-shirt light yellow checkered shorts, I ran down the stairs and outside. It was freezing.
It wasn't a fire drill. Three firetrucks came, and we had to stay outside for thirty minutes while the lazy firemen looked around - leisurely - for fires. Then we went back inside.
And by then I was so wide awake that I couldn't go back to sleep.
came the high-pitched siren.
My first thought was, "IS THIS A DREAM?" It was a fire alarm, but it's rather a precipitous start to the schoolyear if my dorm catched on fire before I even went to my first class. Anyway, I thought it was a real fire, so wearing naught but my Fenwick gym t-shirt light yellow checkered shorts, I ran down the stairs and outside. It was freezing.
It wasn't a fire drill. Three firetrucks came, and we had to stay outside for thirty minutes while the lazy firemen looked around - leisurely - for fires. Then we went back inside.
And by then I was so wide awake that I couldn't go back to sleep.
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I arrived in London on the 15th. The luggage was so heavy that I really thought I'd die, but apparently I wasn't the only one who overpacked stuff from the US.
Right now, I have two friends. For whatever fate, they're both males. One is Chinese who lived in the UK from age 1 to 12, then came to the US. Then he returned to England for university. He's in the same dorm as me, and lives one floor down. The name's Kevin. He's in the dentistry course. He has a very determined personality and eats a lot - generally a nice guy.
Another guy is a Japanese from Waseda Academy who came to Kings for some reason that I still can't figure out. He got into Waseda University (The Princeton of Japan), but didn't get into Keio (The Yale of Japan), so he came to London. I did hear many times that there are Waseda-type students and Keio-type students, but I didn't know it was true. He speaks relatively gof English, and true to his past in Waseda Academy, he's very interesting to talk to. He told me he wanted to study International Relations. He also had to suffer through the fate of being dragged around the world, since he moved to Chicago 8 months after he was born, then to Nepal, then to Hawaii and came back to Japan when he was 8.
I realized this while I was watching people, but maybe those who had moved around a lot in the world stick together with people with similar past. It's not on purpose, but people like Kevin and Akira and I see so many things, see so many priorities, that we don't really fit in anywhere as a nationality. For example, an ordinary Japanese may ask for help to me, but Akira never does that. I think he's used to doing things alone. As a British, Kevin doesn't speak British and lives at a much faster pace, and as a Chinese he's slightly more nervous about "give-and-take". Maybe the same thing can be said about me as well.
Right now, I have two friends. For whatever fate, they're both males. One is Chinese who lived in the UK from age 1 to 12, then came to the US. Then he returned to England for university. He's in the same dorm as me, and lives one floor down. The name's Kevin. He's in the dentistry course. He has a very determined personality and eats a lot - generally a nice guy.
Another guy is a Japanese from Waseda Academy who came to Kings for some reason that I still can't figure out. He got into Waseda University (The Princeton of Japan), but didn't get into Keio (The Yale of Japan), so he came to London. I did hear many times that there are Waseda-type students and Keio-type students, but I didn't know it was true. He speaks relatively gof English, and true to his past in Waseda Academy, he's very interesting to talk to. He told me he wanted to study International Relations. He also had to suffer through the fate of being dragged around the world, since he moved to Chicago 8 months after he was born, then to Nepal, then to Hawaii and came back to Japan when he was 8.
I realized this while I was watching people, but maybe those who had moved around a lot in the world stick together with people with similar past. It's not on purpose, but people like Kevin and Akira and I see so many things, see so many priorities, that we don't really fit in anywhere as a nationality. For example, an ordinary Japanese may ask for help to me, but Akira never does that. I think he's used to doing things alone. As a British, Kevin doesn't speak British and lives at a much faster pace, and as a Chinese he's slightly more nervous about "give-and-take". Maybe the same thing can be said about me as well.
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１５日にロンドンに着いた。荷物が重くって死ぬかと思ったがいっぱい実家から持ってきたのは私だけではなかったらしい。
いまの所、二人の友達がいる。何の因果か二人とも男である。一人は中国人でイギリスに一歳から１２歳まで住み、それからアメリカに来た。それから大学のためにイギリスに戻ったのである。私と同じ寮で一階下に住んでいる。名前はケビン。歯学部予科である。からっとした性格でいっぱい食べるいいやつである。
もう一人は何を考えたのか早稲田学院からキングスに来た日本人である。早稲田に受かっていたらしい。慶応系列は全部落ちたのでロンドンに来たそうだ。まあ、早稲田系と慶応系の生徒がいるとは何回も聞いた事があるのだが本当だとは思わなかった。結構英語も達者だし早稲田学院に行っていただけあってすごく話していて面白い。国際関係に行きたいそうだ。彼もこれまたあっちこっちに引きずり回されていて生後八ヶ月でシカゴに移り、その後ネパールに住み、その後ハワイに移って八つの時に日本に帰ってきたそうである。
見ていて思ったのだが小さい頃から世界中動いているとどうしても同じような環境のやつとくっ付くらしい。別にわざとではないのだが私とかケビンとか明は沢山の価値基準に触れ、沢山のものを見てどの国の人の型にもはまらないのかも知れない。たとえば日本人だったら人に聞こうとするだろうが明は絶対人に聞かない。自分でやるのに慣れているのである。ケビンはイギリス人としては言葉とか生きているスピードが違うし中国人にしてはなんか神経質である。私も多分そうなのだろう。
いまの所、二人の友達がいる。何の因果か二人とも男である。一人は中国人でイギリスに一歳から１２歳まで住み、それからアメリカに来た。それから大学のためにイギリスに戻ったのである。私と同じ寮で一階下に住んでいる。名前はケビン。歯学部予科である。からっとした性格でいっぱい食べるいいやつである。
もう一人は何を考えたのか早稲田学院からキングスに来た日本人である。早稲田に受かっていたらしい。慶応系列は全部落ちたのでロンドンに来たそうだ。まあ、早稲田系と慶応系の生徒がいるとは何回も聞いた事があるのだが本当だとは思わなかった。結構英語も達者だし早稲田学院に行っていただけあってすごく話していて面白い。国際関係に行きたいそうだ。彼もこれまたあっちこっちに引きずり回されていて生後八ヶ月でシカゴに移り、その後ネパールに住み、その後ハワイに移って八つの時に日本に帰ってきたそうである。
見ていて思ったのだが小さい頃から世界中動いているとどうしても同じような環境のやつとくっ付くらしい。別にわざとではないのだが私とかケビンとか明は沢山の価値基準に触れ、沢山のものを見てどの国の人の型にもはまらないのかも知れない。たとえば日本人だったら人に聞こうとするだろうが明は絶対人に聞かない。自分でやるのに慣れているのである。ケビンはイギリス人としては言葉とか生きているスピードが違うし中国人にしてはなんか神経質である。私も多分そうなのだろう。
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私はなぜロマンチックな夢を見ることが出来ないんだ！？
えーっと… そういう意味じゃなくて…
まあ、説明しよう。
私は玄関ところの段々に座っていた。どうやら高校を卒業した夏らしい。短パンをはいてフェンウィック高校のTシャツを着て頭を両手で支えてボーっと外を眺めていた。私のそんな一時はすぐに破られた。銀色のセダンが目の前手違反で駐車したのである。見ていると運転席から出てきたのは…
セフィロスだった。（そう、あのFFVIIの悪役です）ハーバードの名前が入ったトレーナーを着てジーパン穿いて。髪はポニーテールになっている。
私が最初にやろうと思った事は「ぎゃー！セフィロスが玄関の前に来た！私はばらばらになって死ぬんだ！」と叫ぶことだったが私のそんなパニックを無視して車のトランクから大きいダッフルバッグを二つ取り出すではないか。
え…？
「これ運ぶの手伝ってくれるか？」
私が次に思った事は「これは彼がお隣さんの家を訪ねているに違いない」と言う事だった。もしかして彼はお隣さんの家の息子で私が会った事が無いだけかも。そういうことではなかった。彼は気軽の私の家の段々を上がり、ポケットから鍵を出し、ドアを開けた。
私が次にやりたいと思ったこと：「うわあ、何でセフィロスが家に入ってくるの？！」
「学校はどうだった？」
「…え？」
私が偉大なるセフィロスの質問に答える前に私の両親が走ってきて子供の帰りを喜ぶ親子シーンが目の前で展開された。（ついでに言っておくがその両親は私の両親であって宝条とルクレツィアではない。）聞くとセフィロスは私の兄でハーバード大学三年を終了したところだそうだ。専攻は政治でハーバード法学校に進む予定らしい。優等生でロード奨学生候補。私の考えとは違って普通の兄だった。
セフィロスが自分の部屋に荷物を置いた後で（この部屋は実際には家には無いのだが夢の中では私の部屋の隣にあった）、彼は私が本屋の図書券があると言うとボーダーズに連れて行ってくれた。その後アイスクリームを食べてくるまで帰ってくると駐車場に真っ赤な車が止まっている。
「あーあ、お隣さんの息子は気違いで夜中の二時にナイン・インチ・ネイルズを聴く様なやつなんだ…」と私は思った。そんなことを思っている間にセフィロスは車（あの銀色のセダンです）をとめて私達が家に入ると赤毛の人がテーブルに座ってクッキーを食べているのが見えた。
そう…レノがクッキーを食べているのである。
彼はジーパンを穿いていたがあのゴーグル見たいなグラサンは頭に乗っけておらず「コロンビア」と入ったTシャツを着ていた。私の二番目の兄でコロンビア大学工学部で一年生を終わらせた所らしい。
彼は私に学校はどうだったと聞き、私がプロムと卒業式を逃したと聞くとその二つのイベントは金の無駄になるだけだと保証してくれた。そして彼は次に私を「妹」と言ったのである。
要約してみると…私は彼らの妹なのであった。
えーっと… そういう意味じゃなくて…
まあ、説明しよう。
私は玄関ところの段々に座っていた。どうやら高校を卒業した夏らしい。短パンをはいてフェンウィック高校のTシャツを着て頭を両手で支えてボーっと外を眺めていた。私のそんな一時はすぐに破られた。銀色のセダンが目の前手違反で駐車したのである。見ていると運転席から出てきたのは…
セフィロスだった。（そう、あのFFVIIの悪役です）ハーバードの名前が入ったトレーナーを着てジーパン穿いて。髪はポニーテールになっている。
私が最初にやろうと思った事は「ぎゃー！セフィロスが玄関の前に来た！私はばらばらになって死ぬんだ！」と叫ぶことだったが私のそんなパニックを無視して車のトランクから大きいダッフルバッグを二つ取り出すではないか。
え…？
「これ運ぶの手伝ってくれるか？」
私が次に思った事は「これは彼がお隣さんの家を訪ねているに違いない」と言う事だった。もしかして彼はお隣さんの家の息子で私が会った事が無いだけかも。そういうことではなかった。彼は気軽の私の家の段々を上がり、ポケットから鍵を出し、ドアを開けた。
私が次にやりたいと思ったこと：「うわあ、何でセフィロスが家に入ってくるの？！」
「学校はどうだった？」
「…え？」
私が偉大なるセフィロスの質問に答える前に私の両親が走ってきて子供の帰りを喜ぶ親子シーンが目の前で展開された。（ついでに言っておくがその両親は私の両親であって宝条とルクレツィアではない。）聞くとセフィロスは私の兄でハーバード大学三年を終了したところだそうだ。専攻は政治でハーバード法学校に進む予定らしい。優等生でロード奨学生候補。私の考えとは違って普通の兄だった。
セフィロスが自分の部屋に荷物を置いた後で（この部屋は実際には家には無いのだが夢の中では私の部屋の隣にあった）、彼は私が本屋の図書券があると言うとボーダーズに連れて行ってくれた。その後アイスクリームを食べてくるまで帰ってくると駐車場に真っ赤な車が止まっている。
「あーあ、お隣さんの息子は気違いで夜中の二時にナイン・インチ・ネイルズを聴く様なやつなんだ…」と私は思った。そんなことを思っている間にセフィロスは車（あの銀色のセダンです）をとめて私達が家に入ると赤毛の人がテーブルに座ってクッキーを食べているのが見えた。
そう…レノがクッキーを食べているのである。
彼はジーパンを穿いていたがあのゴーグル見たいなグラサンは頭に乗っけておらず「コロンビア」と入ったTシャツを着ていた。私の二番目の兄でコロンビア大学工学部で一年生を終わらせた所らしい。
彼は私に学校はどうだったと聞き、私がプロムと卒業式を逃したと聞くとその二つのイベントは金の無駄になるだけだと保証してくれた。そして彼は次に私を「妹」と言ったのである。
要約してみると…私は彼らの妹なのであった。
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WHY CAN'T I HAVE ROMANTIC DREAMS?!
Ahem. I mean...
Well, let me explain.
I was sitting on the front steps; apparently I just graduated from high school. I was in shorts and a Fenwick T-shirt, hands propping up my head, staring into the sunset. My daydreaming was jarred awake by a silver sedan that parked right in front of the house (illegally). And out came...
Sephiroth, from the driver's seat. In a Harvard sweatshirt and jeans, his hair in a ponytail.
My first course of action was to scream "ARRRRGH! SEPHIROTH IS HERE AT MY DOORSTEP! I'M GONNA DIE A GRUESOME DEATH!" but ignoring my panic, he went to the trunk and pulled out two duffel bags.
Erm...?
"Can you help me carry this in?"
My next thought was that he was visiting my neighbours. Maybe he was their son that I never had the chance to meet before. Alas, that was not the case. He casually walked up the front steps to MY house, got out the keys, and opened the door.
Next course of action in my head: "ARRRGH WHY IS SEPHIROTH GOING INTO MY HOUSE"
"How was school?"
"... huh?"
Before I was able to answer the Sephiroth Nobilis' question, my parents were running to him, hugging him, playing the loving parents. No, they were my parents, not Lucrecia and Hojo (ew). Turns out Sephiroth is my brother, just finished his junior year at Harvard, a government major and is planning to go to Harvard law school. A student, a Rhodes candidate, e.t.c. He happened to be a normal brother.
Anyway, after he stored his duffel bags into his room (which is not in the real-life floor plan, but happens to be right next to my room), he took me to Borders because I wanted to use a gift card I received. We went to Oberweis after that, we had ice cream, he drove me home, only to find out that there was a bright red car in the parking lot.
My thought: "Great. A lunatic is going to be in my neighbour's house, possibly the kind who plays Nine Inch Nails at two in the morning."
My brother parked, I got out, and we went into the house, only to see a redhead at the dining table, eating... cookies.
That's right. Reno eating cookies.
He was dressed in jeans as well, but lost his goggle-like shades, and was wearing a COLUMBIA T-shirt. Turns out he's my older brother as well, now going into his sophomore year at Columbia, in Engineering.
He asked me how school was. I told him how I missed out prom and graduation. Reno assured me that those two events were meaningless wastes of money. Then he called me "sis".
So... to summarize: I'm their baby sister.
Ahem. I mean...
Well, let me explain.
I was sitting on the front steps; apparently I just graduated from high school. I was in shorts and a Fenwick T-shirt, hands propping up my head, staring into the sunset. My daydreaming was jarred awake by a silver sedan that parked right in front of the house (illegally). And out came...
Sephiroth, from the driver's seat. In a Harvard sweatshirt and jeans, his hair in a ponytail.
My first course of action was to scream "ARRRRGH! SEPHIROTH IS HERE AT MY DOORSTEP! I'M GONNA DIE A GRUESOME DEATH!" but ignoring my panic, he went to the trunk and pulled out two duffel bags.
Erm...?
"Can you help me carry this in?"
My next thought was that he was visiting my neighbours. Maybe he was their son that I never had the chance to meet before. Alas, that was not the case. He casually walked up the front steps to MY house, got out the keys, and opened the door.
Next course of action in my head: "ARRRGH WHY IS SEPHIROTH GOING INTO MY HOUSE"
"How was school?"
"... huh?"
Before I was able to answer the Sephiroth Nobilis' question, my parents were running to him, hugging him, playing the loving parents. No, they were my parents, not Lucrecia and Hojo (ew). Turns out Sephiroth is my brother, just finished his junior year at Harvard, a government major and is planning to go to Harvard law school. A student, a Rhodes candidate, e.t.c. He happened to be a normal brother.
Anyway, after he stored his duffel bags into his room (which is not in the real-life floor plan, but happens to be right next to my room), he took me to Borders because I wanted to use a gift card I received. We went to Oberweis after that, we had ice cream, he drove me home, only to find out that there was a bright red car in the parking lot.
My thought: "Great. A lunatic is going to be in my neighbour's house, possibly the kind who plays Nine Inch Nails at two in the morning."
My brother parked, I got out, and we went into the house, only to see a redhead at the dining table, eating... cookies.
That's right. Reno eating cookies.
He was dressed in jeans as well, but lost his goggle-like shades, and was wearing a COLUMBIA T-shirt. Turns out he's my older brother as well, now going into his sophomore year at Columbia, in Engineering.
He asked me how school was. I told him how I missed out prom and graduation. Reno assured me that those two events were meaningless wastes of money. Then he called me "sis".
So... to summarize: I'm their baby sister.
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2007,
English,
GKT
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