*12:52 pm
*08:52 pm
“I typically expect the first day of a new class to be one of those uneventful “lets get to know one another, I’ll cover the rules, what the course will cover, and this is me, your professor, trying desperately hard to get you to either like me or fear me within the first 10 minutes.” However this semester the first days of class were straight into lectures and assignments.”
“We, who were heading to the gymnasium, death-marched in silent rows of two, soaked to the bone. I probably should have brought an umbrella but that was the last thing on my mind. As I looked around the grim faces of my fellow students I could see that they were probably thinking the same thing.”
“…having a silly little film I made with friends and then passed off as arty premiere in England in a proper cinema (not to mention one of my favorite places in the world) was pretty stinking cool. Even cooler is that was billed with Wes Anderson’s The Darjeeling Limited. (He is tied for my favorite director). It was like being a rubbish little garage band that somehow managed to open for their favorite group.”
“All and all we did more than it seemed in those few Hull days. Besides what I’ve just listed there was the Zuperman premiere (more on that next post), fish and chip consumption, snooker playing, and English countryside viewing. Granted there was a lot of down time but just hanging out was good as well.”
“Those who have traveled with me before would have been impressed with my progress. Or perhaps they would have been frustrated that I chose THIS opportunity to be organized and on time rather than the occasions when my “fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-ness” prevented us from being where we were supposed to be. (Sorry again everyone).”
“Instantly we were just a part of the group like that had always been the case and contented talk and laughter followed. In some ways we didn’t do much in Dublin, or at least didn’t do what the average tourist of the city would do, but I wouldn’t change our memories for anything.”
“Feeling cheated, I quickly opted to move to some empty seats closer and with a better view, and after a few minutes’ seats that were closer still. In doing so I became somewhat of a revolutionary, preaching my ideas of the shows worth being incumbent on actually being able to see. This was a foreign idea to our English fellow audience members who are used to having assigned seats even in a movie theater (a notion I still can’t get used to) but they quickly responded and soon we saw the trickle of them making their was down as well. I felt like Che in the smallest sense of what his name has come to represent…namely t-shirt sales”
“What began as comments in almost drunken innocence erupted into drunken aggression and racism on one train. A fight began to ensue and could have gotten quite bad except for the confined space of it all. The aggressive party couldn’t actually get through the mass of sardine-packed-people to fight the others. Even if they could, the sheer confines of said people would have prevented any punches from being thrown. So instead they exchanged their vulgarities in alcohol soaked and strained throats.”