Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Back to being a student bum

I just rounded off my teaching assistantship with a 1st class, doing ordinal numbers and realising I have absolutely no idea how to spell eighth or twelfth. Spellcheck is being put to good use right about now.
There hasn't been much taking up my last weekend, with the slightly large exception of our grill party and me being studious. The grill party started off with Helen and I trying to find an open supermarket. Once successful, she was then ID'd for beer. That's 16. When she handed over her driving license the young man at the till proceeded to ask "really??" in the most disbelieving manner imaginable. I found it hilarious!
We made our to the beach where we found Jesse being a model boy scout (although apparently he never was one) and building up a fire. Everybody slowly arrived in pairs pretty much and food was grilled, burnt and munched. Stones were skimmed/thrown. There was posing in front of the sunset. It was all really rather lovely.
Once it started to go dark we all made our way to Jesse's house, where we changed into white t-shirts (if need be) and wrote all over each other. Standard leaver's practice! You can see them in this photo >> as well as the game we were playing. I have no idea, it was like taboo, but not. I wasn't very good at it. Other events of the evening include playing the piano (we are quite the musical group) and waffling.
After sleeping a little on the floor, I helped Kieran take his stuff to the station, by which point I think most people had gone to get the first train home. I then wobbled home.
After listening to 'The Duck Song', with which at least half of 6bc seemed to be obsessed, my classes were nothing out of the ordinary. I spent the rest of the day in the glorious sunshine, down by the lake. I was actually really productive and it was nice to take regular breaks cooling down by taking a little paddle in the lake. My inability to apply sun cream evenly has yet again been brought to light. So although my tan is coming along nicely, I have random little pink patches. Darn British skin...
I got very restless last night though and needed to go outside. At first I went for a walk, but it was dark so I didn't stray too far. Then I went back outside and ended up sat with some of the boys from the Marianum. And a French girl. No idea what she was doing here. They all got told to come inside eventually (lol), but I stayed outside. Not because I'm badass, but because I don't have rules like they do. This time I just lay on the grass, observing the stars. They seem brighter here. I guess that's to do with less pollution. I still can't find Orion though. The Plough is the most obvious constellation here. At least to my eyes.  It was nice to stare at the night sky, headphones in and just soaking up the beauty of it all.
It's probably good that I wasn't in work until 11.50 today as I stayed up pretty late. However I'm fairly certain my neighbours were pulling an all-nighter studying. It was time to use my ear plugs.
I don't quite know what to do with myself this afternoon...

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