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Euuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh. There is beer. In my bag! Altogether now - EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH.
I know I have been so busy that I have barely had any time to talk to any of you. Other than a few stolen minutes in the middle of the night, or messages I replied to when you guys were offline, and the very very very rare phone call (think one, twenty-minute phone call that I didn't even initiate), I haven't really talked to any of you. Well, no worries, guys. I've been terribly busy, yes, but I'm okay, and I'm enjoying myself thoroughly. I'm also psyching myself up for the time-management Olympics that I'm going to score a gold in - balancing everything in my life when school actually starts proper.
So this has been the "slack" week. And it's been so fucking busy. I would tell you what I did from Wednesday to Saturday of last week but that was ISOP (International Students Orientation Programme). Okay, stupid reason, but honestly, I have no time (again!) because I still have to bathe, and go clean the beer out of my bag (did I mention eurgh?!).
If you consider Sunday to start at 12 midnight, which I don't, since I consider it to start at whatever time I wake up, but for no reason what so ever let's make an exception, I was out at this bit of London called Shoreditch with some new friends. I got home around 5.30. AM. In the morning. Collapsed on my bed (I was stonecold sober, though, be proud of me!), woke up, did laundry and shopping and whatever and then went to Icebreaker II at this beautiful, beautiful club called KOKO. I think it was an old theatre. There were three floors, pyrotechnics, cheesy songs (think Backstreet Boys, even) and loads and loads of dancing and other things. (Psst, Saturday I went to this place called Camden Town which is a LOT like Bugis Street. Picked up some gorgeous things including a brilliant vintage belt for like 5 or 6 quid. Just so you know.)
[ETA. Okay, wrong. I went to Shoreditch on Friday night and came back Saturday morning. Which means that I came back pretty early (= midnight, ish) on Saturday after I had Icebreaker I at the union, as well as a reaaaally long talk to try settle a problem with a (new!) friend after. Long story. Will tell people when everything has been resolved and I actually know what's going on. But I'm okay! And fine. And okay!]
Got back at 3! Did not drink at all, again! The next morning, Monday, I had lectures! Not like, hardcore cells-and-hearts-and-spleens but more introductory lectures that were nonetheless important. Did tons of mingling, and then went to a boat party at night. Basically, we're all in a boat (with four floors of partying!), and we are forced to mingle for about five hours because the boat goes up and down the Thames. But it was beautiful - we went under Tower Bridge. The juxtaposition of the modern (like the Tate!) and the beautiful architecture (like Tower Bridge!) was fucking breathtaking. I love this country for things like that. Again, I did not drink. Got home early (around midnight, really).
Yesterday I had more lectures, and then Freshers' Fayre in the evening for medics only. The Fayre is like where you sign up for clubs and societies. It was awesome. I got free medical texts that should really cost me £25. I still haven't sorted through the shit yet. Because after that was a THREE LEGGED PUB CRAWL around the hills of Hampstead (where the Royal Free hospital is. Yes, we partied in a hospital.). I got partnered up with a really nice guy, and we were very enthusiastic and drank more than we should have. We also drank only shots. Different kinds of shots. I ended up going back to Ramsay (one of the halls which is well-known for their social events), and puking, sleeping in someone's bed, puking again (I hope I left his room clean!), leaving my handphone behind, stumbling back home (don't worry, was VERY well taken care of by everyone else!), and collapsing on my bed with mascara and eyeliner and contact lenses on. Nice.
Today was MORE lectures, and we had sports trials. I went for rowing. It was BRILLIANT but I don't know if I'll be able to stay on because there are too many people interested and they'll kick the shitty ones out. We'll see. Quite a few people asked me whether I was interested in coxing (basically, you sit in the front, steer, and boss everyone else around) but after trying my hand at rowing I know that's what I would rather do. Then we had sports night, where the seniors and juniors play drinking games and drink tons. I DIDN'T DRINK AGAIN. I am quite impressed with myself, really. Left early so I could come back and talk with my flatmate. I don't want to be one of those medics who only hang with medics. Eurgh.
My schedule, when freshers' ends, is going to be awful. I'll pretty much have school (lectures, practicals, and from January onwards dissection) everyday, with Thursdays being extra-heavy with hospitals in the morning and student-selected components (which can be anything, really, I don't know what I want to do yet and we choose around end October anyway) in the afternoon. I'll have to study TONS, with the general guideline being one hour of school = one hour of private study. And then, at nights, I'll go out with my non-medic friends as much as I can. Wednesdays afternoons we have societies and clubs, and if I get into rowing it'll be Saturdays as well as whatever trainings (running! jogging! gym! how will I survive?!) and extra outings (outings = rowing outings) whenever the crew (= everyone in the boat) wants. And I plan to work. Probably on Sundays.
See where my gold in time management is going to be? (If I was ONLY interested in studying, of course, it'd be easy but where's the fun in that?) I'll update all of you when things die down, really. In the mean time, if you text me, I should text back within the half hour unless I'm in class. If you call, I'll be ridiculously happy to talk to you. And, if you text me to call I will try to remember the right timezone and call back.
MISS AAAAAAAAAAAAAALL OF YOU. BUT MUST GO WASH BAG AND BODY NOW.
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