Tea and Spades

Hello!
So, I changed the design to another template to show how I like looking at rain through a window a lot. But I just used the template. Me and super creative web design have just never really explored our relationship to any great extent. I also enabled comments so anybody can comment, not just people who have fancy google accounts. I like hearing from friends and family, so feel free to spam me if thy wish.
Today was lovely.

I had my midterm and studied for it a bit last minute out on the side of Tom Quad. Just warning you, it's illegal to sit on the East side of the quad. Apparently, if tourists see you sitting there, they will swarm and all sit down, and by the expression of the man who told me thus, they will actually rip your flesh and bones apart and make a nice picnic of you. So, no East side, because that's the only side tourists are allowed to be on. We can just make them jealous by sitting on the North, South, and West sides by just looking cool, being all scholarly. I kind of love being able to not be a tourist. Hmmm. Oh, silly Americans. Hehe, that's fun to say.
Midterm was all right. I completely made up the third paragraph of my essay, but that's what the third paragraph is always for in my book: balogna sandwiches.
Then, I went to study in a little corner of the JCR. There are window seats everywhere. It kind of makes my day to sit in a window and drink tea.
Next, I prepared to take the Inklings walk and called Brooke to see if she would like to join. She was apparently in class. Oops. I called out to Lauren who had her window open if she would like to join me. She informed me that we had class in an hour. Somehow I had entirely forgotten that class was on Monday/Thursday, not Tuesday/Thursday. I am very glad that I called out to Lauren, or else I would have been a very confused little girl walking around the streets of Oxford, just reading some Narnia in random pubs. Inklings walk is tomorrow.

Class was great! We just met in the JCR. I definitely said some thing that were completely off and Dr. Hanks just looked at me with gyrating eyebrows and his book covering the rest of his expression like in Home Improvement. He told me to read the part of Jesus in Dorothy Sayer's play. I had gotten a bit bored because everyone was doing normal voices, so I did a nice silly voice for the part of Jesus, and many cried out blasphemy, so I had to tone it down a bit... I am used to reading stuff like Plato and Shakespeare for Great Texts out loud with Andrew and Rachel and we get super bored super fast, so every voice must be entirely different and annoying enough to keep us awake. Apparently, Jesus is supposed to be more blasé...
After that, Maddee and I had tea in my room until dinner. We had a lovely 3 hour girl talk about everything, giggling and telling each other everything that popped into our heads. I hadn't had an unrestrained heart-to-heart over tea in a while, and I definitely needed it. Hmmm. I feel much better now. I had forgotten that tea is not only for personal relaxation, but it is meant for conversation and providing an arena to get to know someone new or old. I had meant to be productive this afternoon, but I think it was worth it. Maddee, if you read this, I think you're a great person. Maddee likes jazz dance, ultimate frisbee, reading, and is just a really cool person to talk with. You should meet her.

Then dinner. We had fowl. I love dinner in the Great Hall, but every night is a struggle for water. The glasses are tiny. All the Oxford Experience people are drinking wine, but we have no alcohol, so the water is our staple liquid. But there is only one pitcher per 6 or 8 people, and we Texans get thirsty. And since the tables are extra long, it's hard to get the attention of the server. I wish I could just get up myself and bring back 2 big pitchers of ice water and pour everyone a nice glass like I do at home. One thing I look forward to in Texas is a huge cup of Bush's sweet tea. Big is important. Ice important. Lots of sugar is important.
After dinner, the Morris Men danced yet again. They apparently dance every Monday night for the sake of the Oxford Experience group.

Then I came back to my room, practiced for a little bit, and then Jaclyn knocked on my door. We played spades with Caleb and his cousin up in Jaclyn's room, and even though Julie and I lost, it was a nice fair game where we discussed identity, faith crisis, and what is important in our lives. Jaclyn's light was broken, so deep discussion was requisite.
It's been a good day. I may have relaxed a bit more than I expected, but every moment was valuable in itself. I had been kind of recluse except for the traveling part. I think that's the first time I have actually had someone in my room... I am used to having girls in my room for tea at least a few times a week in my dorm. It's good to be restored to normality.