Well my goodness

It's been a strange few days over here. Yesterday I woke with a nagging sore throat and it seemed to be heralding something worse as last night I crawled in bed at 10pm. Now, anyone who knows me knows that something pretty odd has to be going on to send me to bed that early.

However, not to fear, I'm taking lots of vitamins, eating oranges, etc. Hopefully I can stop this before it becomes serious. After all, my friend is here for the weekend, and it's hard to shop when you're coughing.

On a more positive note, Monday night I saw "Equus", the Harry Potter play as it's known to many. Yes, the boy was naked, and no, it was not a very good production. Still, I knew that going in and figured, even if it's terrible, I should see it for the historical value. And that would save me the effort of reading the play at some point, as I would absolutely have to do.

It's Easter holidays over here right now, so Greg and Pascale's daughter has been studying in the office this week. It's been really fun talking to her, because she has a new perspective. I've talked to locals my age, but she's 16, so she's in a different position and we've been comparing perspectives on our countries, as well as weighing the pros and cons of our various school systems. In the end, I think I prefer our secondary schools, but I really like their university system. Then again, I've only heard about the best universities over here. Perhaps I would have enjoyed Harvard as much I think I would've liked Cambridge.

In fact, I probably would have hated Cambridge in the end. I love the way they teach over there, in small seminars and one-on-one's with the profesor, but from what I hear, the attitude is still very elitist and at heart, I am a Marxist.

I'm getting tired, tired of trying to peacefully co-exist with five other girls. I'm afraid the atmosphere is starting to get quite catty and I don't know what to do anymore. No doubt I'm adding to it, but so much of the nasty things we're doing to each other seem to be sub-conscious. Still, there's only two and a half more weeks, then I get to go try and co-exist with somebody else. Who that is, I'm still not sure, but if Pascale hasn't found me a place by the end of this week, I'm going to start calling people from the flatshare website I found. I'll figure it out. Not to worry.