I feel compelled
I know I should be documenting my trip more closely but mostly I've been too exhausted by the time I'm back to my flat (yes, everyone says flat here and saying apartment has just become too much work) to do anything but catch up with home and sleep.
For the most part, my ideals about friendship and my feelings towards the majority of the general population have been confirmed. I have one friend/traveling partner who I get along with rather well and will probably generally keep in touch with after the trip. She's from Long Island, which I don't think is a coincidence. I also have about 10 other people who I consider generally nice and enjoy talking to most of the time. There are a large number of American ass holes on this trip who also further conform my stance that people are at their most douche bag stage in life from high school graduation until about 25 years of age.
My creative writing teacher is one of those guys who is so cool that you just feel like a complete bumbling idiot around him. He's written a novel that is supposed to be published and edited and wrote the foreword for the anniversary edition of Kerouac's On the Road. He always wears jeans, sneakers and black shirts and has tattoos all over. He encourages us to people watch to get ideas for stories and the most story-worthy person I've observed yet is him. There are only 4 other people in the class and I have to present a short creative piece for work shopping on Monday and I'm nervous and excited and have absolutely no idea what I'll bring to read.
I'm seeing Harry Potter tonight with Sable (the aforementioned Long Island companion) and I'm quite excited. And I'm going to Richmond tomorrow. I sent out a lot of postcards so hopefully everyone got theres.
More frequent updates should be coming, I hope I hope. I will try at least. It's the thought that counts.
For the most part, my ideals about friendship and my feelings towards the majority of the general population have been confirmed. I have one friend/traveling partner who I get along with rather well and will probably generally keep in touch with after the trip. She's from Long Island, which I don't think is a coincidence. I also have about 10 other people who I consider generally nice and enjoy talking to most of the time. There are a large number of American ass holes on this trip who also further conform my stance that people are at their most douche bag stage in life from high school graduation until about 25 years of age.
My creative writing teacher is one of those guys who is so cool that you just feel like a complete bumbling idiot around him. He's written a novel that is supposed to be published and edited and wrote the foreword for the anniversary edition of Kerouac's On the Road. He always wears jeans, sneakers and black shirts and has tattoos all over. He encourages us to people watch to get ideas for stories and the most story-worthy person I've observed yet is him. There are only 4 other people in the class and I have to present a short creative piece for work shopping on Monday and I'm nervous and excited and have absolutely no idea what I'll bring to read.
I'm seeing Harry Potter tonight with Sable (the aforementioned Long Island companion) and I'm quite excited. And I'm going to Richmond tomorrow. I sent out a lot of postcards so hopefully everyone got theres.
More frequent updates should be coming, I hope I hope. I will try at least. It's the thought that counts.