wow. It’s been a while. That resolution to write more went well, didn’t it. I’ve got a million excuses, mostly the complete lack of empty space on my calendar from January till now. I’ll try to backtrack and get something up, at least for some of the amazing travel that happened this spring, but for now a brief update.
I wasn’t kidding about the lack of empty space, because empty space was pretty much filled by doing things like reading for classes, and other silly things students have to do.
I went to Italy! And Austria! And Hungary! There will be photos but I’m saving them all until I actually write about them.
Turns out photographing Europe’s biggest intervarsity sporting event is a great workout. And apparently, this is what I look like while working.
I met some alpacas.
I ate a lot of ice cream. Anna crashed a lot of photos.
I finished my second year of university! I don’t have any photos, because I went from my final exam to volunteering on a “Get Out and Vote” campaign as it was the day of the General Election.
Hopefully it won’t be months until the next one, but until the.
In 2016 I (in no particular order)..
- saw “Gardens That Speak”, a piece of theatre that still has me thinking a year later
- performed in my first Vagina Monologues
- went to Romania
- taught art to small children
- planned a conference
- went to Edinburg
- spent my birthday in Portugal
- had a phone interview in an art museum
- went to Madrid, and spent a day in museums
- then 24 hours later went to London for a conference
- then Brighton a week later for another conference
- and a week later spent 24 hours in Brussels for yet another conference
- attempted to write about sports at Roses
- celebrated orthodox easter at a Romanian Orthodox church
- taught children to dance like bees
- passed my first year of uni
- got my first job connected to my degree
- went on a sister roadtrip
- took another trip to Dallas
- went to a lot of doctors appointments
- flew back to England
- missed a lecture on the first week for another conference and a trip to London
- cast a show, while knowing nothing about theatre
- did a lot of interviews for SCAN
- took a weekend off in Scotland
- watched, liveblogged, and spoke on radio for 7 hours for the US election
- did not process the US election, and stayed awake for 40+ hours
- saw more great theatre
- went to a political party conference as a media delegate
- ran for a student government officer position (in an avocado sweater)
- quit Enactus
- got 2 jobs
- got the officer position
- raised a lot of money for domestic violence charity
- saw my sister graduate
- made it another year around the sun
At 3am on Saturday I pulled banana bread out of the oven. Now, if this had been high school, it could easily be assumed it was for yet another thing I had promised to do. But this time, it just was. I should have been asleep, but instead, I was eating warm banana bread with a few of my housemates in the quiet early morning. Its a good description of my week.
I don’t have words for how busy the past week was. Looking at my calendar was physically stressful. It felt like junior year all over again. I treasured the free moments I had, and broke my attempted rule of not working while eating meals. It was the collision of coursework, recruitment for my Enactus project, looking for next year’s housing, and the beginning of our Human Trafficking awareness campaign. But, as always, the week is over and we have started another busy, though luckily not as busy, one.
If you look at my calendar, its full except for the weekends. With just a few meetings or events sprinkled in, the weekends stay open and quiet. They’re for recharging, mentally and physically, and getting ahead on the endless reading for my courses. Weekends are for sleeping in, slow breakfasts, and depending on the week, a nap. They’re the days I take the time to really cook, and sometimes, bake. I don’t think I could make it through the week without the peace of the weekends.
There are a few new things looming in the future, from performances to the continued development of TR:ust. I’m so happy with the opportunities 2016 is already holding.
On Saturday evening, the lights flickered. Then, they went off. We had no idea then what was coming.
For a country where it rains constantly, a flood sure did a lot of damage to this city. Apparently rains north of us flooded quite a bit of Lancaster, including the power main. This resulted in a city wide blackout.
When we woke up on Sunday (after spending most to of Saturday night awake, gathered in a kitchen, my housemates and I found there was still no power and ventured out to find information. Things were beginning to feel apocalyptic, though I blame that on the fact that everyone watches Walking Dead. The Chaplaincy Centre had a backup generator on, so we went there for power, tea, and information. This is where we found out that school was cancelled. For the rest of term. This would be great information, if you know, I wasn’t in a different country.
So while all of my British friends called their parents and packed their bags to go home, the international student looked around, lost. We were told to ‘pack our essentials’ and head to the Great Hall. This turned into us spending the night in the Great Hall, which felt like a scene out of Harry Potter (thanks Sirius Black) and the worst sleepover I have ever been too. I know when I walk across stage at graduation in a few years, I will look over at the spot I slept in and think of this adventure.
We had some hope on Monday when the power came back on for a few hours, but it did not last. The power has been out since, though we were originally told it would be back on by 7pm on Tuesday. Now we are hearing 4pm on Wednesday. Who knows?
They’re feeding us and we’re supposed to be sleeping in one of the lecture buildings tonight, so its another night of cold floors and close proximity with people I don’t know.
Its an adventure to say the least.