Back in Oxford

Things seem the same but really there are a lot of things that have changed. I can't quite put a finger to what it is. Maybe it's just me being sensitive.

I mean, the red brick buildings still feel and look the same aside from maybe some minor changes like the demolishing of a computer lab here and there, or an office added here and there, or an office shifting from here to there. I have all my classes in one building this year.. the Speech Pathology building. How boring is that. With the changing of our class schedules and how I now have 15 minutes between consecutive classes or an hour break at the odd time of 3pm, I find myself hanging out by myself more and more everyday. It's a very weird feeling. Walking from Bachelor, the Speech building to Shriver, the Student Center back and forth all the time. There's too little time in between to walk anywhere else further away. There's only so many times I can go to the bank to check the balance in my account, or go to the food court to get some ridiculously fattening snack.

The week that I arrived in Oxford was pretty crazy. Annie and I had to move our furniture out of our friends' houses and arrange them in our new apartment.. which is now Apartment 11 by the way. So when I say Apt 11 you know what I mean. Then Bridget, my new housemate moved in her stuff and her furniture as well. So finally.. got that done. While I was unpacking my stuff, I realized how much things I have accumulated over the years. From books to clothes.... to random miscellaneous stuff like Oh, the tens of AA batteries that my mum made me bring to the US thinking that I would use all of them. I think I only used 4 batteries or less since I've brought them here. I shudder to think of what my parents will think when they see how much I have accumulated. Maybe I should donate a huge chunk of it to the Salvation Army or something before they come for my graduation. Either that, or pack it up in boxes and hide it where they can't find them and go nuts on me.

Then the week before school started, I was working like a maniac in the Dining Hall. Seriously 8-5am everyday. I went to bed at 11pm every night just so that I would be able to wake up and function to my fullest for work. I would come back at 5pm exhausted. I plop down on the couch and would fall asleep right away. Good things from work though.. is how much money I will be getting from it. I can't wait for my paycheck to come. Plus plus plus with my meal plan account for that week that was provided by Miami, I managed to buy a crazy amount of groceries, which honestly might last me the semester. So.. Miami funded my groceries for the semester!

Shit, gotta rush to class now!!!