Proper Snow, Unlike Home |
The Spanish girls are not too happy with the weather here as 3-4 inches of snow cover the university. I do have to give it to the Americans though, they don't panic when the snow hits and manage to get things ship shape in no time. The University closed until 10.40am; you don't get a snow day, just a morning whilst they sort out the paths and roads. Much better than England when there are wet leaves on the rails or a millimetre of snow and everyone panics.
Lessons seem to be ok so far, my broadcast tutor is a weatherman on the local T.V. and my play writing tutor is an actual play write which is apparently rare to have in a teacher, either that or she's just bigging herself up. For magazine writing we have to subscribe to a magazine of our choice, with no sign of Nuts, FHM, Score, or Furniture & Cabinet Making, I'm a little stuck as to which mag to go for. Evan and I are going to a big book/magazine store to have a gander over the weekend.
25 Year Old Paperboy |
I was introduced to Mohammed on opening day to find that he is a senior who no longer wants to drive to and from University everyday. He is an Iraqi refugee and moved here three years ago not speaking a word of English, however speaking to him you would never have guessed. I'd still be talking like Manuel from Faulty Towers a decade after moving to a new country.
I thought I had got myself a job as a paperboy after being told at the interview to keep an eye on my email as they want to get me signed up as soon as possible. I then received an email saying that the job had gone elsewhere. Why tell someone they have got the job just to tell them it has gone to a friend of theirs no doubt?
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