Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Classes begin


And I thought there were diverse ideas at Yale… until I stepped into my travel writing class.  It was certainly… interesting?  The kids from the UC schools and the kids straight from China were trying to top each other with creative ideas on questions like what is travel and what is writing and finally, what is travel writing?  I really enjoyed the girl who claimed that you can travel through the internet by learning about a country.  No.  Pretty sure that’s imaginary.  Then when we discussed if you could end up at any destination through travel today, where you would end up.  The first girl said “the middle ages.”  Everyone agreed okay cool I guess, time travel.  She went on to say, “no middle age in life, I am travelling there now.”  One, who wants to be middle age?  Two, that’s your IDEAL destination? And three, that’s just weird.  I said South Africa in case you are all wondering.  Weird class, but guaranteed to be interesting.
However, interesting cannot compete with Spooks and Spies.  There was a plenary lecture last night that they emailed the class suggesting you go.  It was the former head of MI6.  He talked for an hour and a half and it was amazing. It was pretty cool albeit a bit frustrating when he began talking about something then couldn’t elaborate because it’s classified information. But, by far the most interesting was his story of 9/11.  He was the head of MI6 at this time, when it happened he was on a plane.  He was supposed to go through customs with an alias, but when he landed he recognized his bulletproof car outside.  He was ushered out and briefed on the way to Downing Street.  Tony Blair sent him to America to pledge his allegiance, and when he went to the airfield, they refused to fly him out because he didn’t have clearance.  He ended up getting on a cargo plane and promising if he got half way and didn’t have clearance still, he would turn around.  He got clearance, and as he entered US air space, 2 fighter jets met him to guide him in.  They brought him over ground zero (on the day it happened), and he landed in Washington.  He was the only plane to land in the 5 days after the incident.  He went straight to Langley for a week, flew back to the UK, then back to the US with Tony Blair to meet with the President and continue meetings at Langley. Pretty damn cool.
Some more Spooks and Spies fun facts from lecture today for the 2 people I know are extremely interested (and you know exactly who you are)- Mansfield Cumming, the grandfather of the CIA, and father of SIS (original head of MI5), signed all of his documents “C” in green ink.  When my professor asked the head of MI6 if they still signed all papers in green ink he looked at him like he was stupid, and said “of course.”  He was also in a car accident with his son, who died.  To get himself out of the car, “C” cut off his leg with a pen knife.  He returned to work and used an American child’s scooter to get around the halls. And to imitate Germans in interrogation, he would stab himself in his prosthetic since they had no idea he was an amputee.
End of fun facts, although I am sure there are more to come. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Attempting being normal?


So I did something crazy this morning.  I ran.  At 6 am.  Not really sure why I did it, but it was actually the highlight of my trip thus far.  The streets were virtually empty and I got to learn my way around the city a bit.  And by "learn my way around the city a bit" I mean that I stayed on the same road, and would venture off on side roads for a block or two, turn around and return to my road.  So adventurous.  But anyway, after the run I returned to my room to grab my camera... and then I napped.  Obviously I napped, I woke up at 6 AM.
I've been trying to act like a semi-normal person, it's tough though, clearly running at 6 am is not normal. But I've been restraining myself from showing off my IM billiards skills at the pool table (Andrew come play, Caitlin be proud I haven't shown how weird I am).  I figure I shouldn't advertise my IM billiards skills (although I undoubtably will at some point, what do you people expect from me) after my Dad's response to me telling him I played my first IM game and then informing him that it was billiards was "you know some times I start to think you're semi-normal, and then you say weird shit like that."
Besides acting like a semi-normal human being for once, I have to say, being a fake adult in a foreign country is tough when I have to get my British life together.  You know wandered around an hour looking for the phone store.  It was a block from where I live.  Went to 3 book stores to look for a book that I was supposed to start only to find out I can only get it on Amazon.  It's been fun.  I'm contemplating sending my mother a list of things I have to do so she can send me instructions.
So classes start tomorrow, maybe I should pick up a notebook. A pen maybe would be smart. I'm sure the posts will slow down as classes start.

And some pictures from after my run!!!




Sunday, June 30, 2013

And It Begins!

Apologies, the first part of this was supposed to go up yesterday but I didn't have wifi so bear with me. 

It's funny what comes to mind when I think about how excited I am for this to all start.  I’m not just excited to be here because it is legal for me to drink (although that is a huge selling point. Sorry Mom and Dad. Viewers at home- don't worry I waited until I left home to send this) but because child Erin loved it there. I say child Erin because it truly was another person. I mean I had bangs.  I was so young the last time I was there that all I remember is going to a random Hindi wedding (no idea if I even knew the people getting married), and getting lost in Harrods looking for the Hello Kitty section.  But by senior year of high school, I had been to London twice, and have yet to return. Kidding it really was second grade, I clearly wouldn't have forgotten who got married as a responsible 18 year-old. Bangs and Hello Kitty though, I'll give to you. However, I can tell you that going to England in second grade topped my Disney World trip the same year. Clearly it is a big deal. 


This morning I FINALLY reached the PKP program.  A miserable red-eye flight where I barely slept followed by a 2.5 hour wait for a bus, then a 3 hour bus ride and I am here. 


So far, the Yale kids have flocked to each other.  It began at the airport where I turned around on the way to the bus terminal and realized that there was a kid in a complete Yale sweats outfit.  Clearly a friend of mine.  We made our first non-Yale friend minutes later as we discussed how we were tempted to ask every person we saw on their own around our age if they were going to Cambridge.  Obviously the person behind us heard the word "Cambridge" and asked "Are you guys going to PKP? I think everyone I see is going there."  At the bus terminal we ran into another boy from Yale.  And a girl from Yale on the bus.

Tomorrow is a scavenger hunt which I am OBVIOUSLY pumped for.  I knew the two girls across from me at dinner were not like me when they shyly discussed how they didn't want to do it and wanted to hide in their rooms.  On the other hand, I asked if anyone had eyeblack.

King's College Chapel



Punting on the River Cam. My dorm is the building on the left.



My dorm, Bodley's Court.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Pre-My Parents Shipping Me Off Without Knowing If I Will Return


Hola.  I figured I would write my first blog post the night before my departure... definitely not because my parents just left for a wedding and brother and sister don't live at home.  Definitely not it.  Although I am DEFINITELY feeling the family love.  Lies we had an amazing dinner last night.  Not at all dampened by my brother repeatedly expressing his confusion (and hint of bitterness) about us celebrating the fact that I am "going on a two-month vacation." 

So I am writing this blog for two reasons- first, I am taking a travel writing course so figured this fits right in.  Second, combining writing, photography, and travel is actually a dream of mine. 
Downsides- anyone who reads this will realize what a freak I am.  In public I tone it down, because believe it or not I am fairly attention shy, but when writing this, I'm pretty good at ignoring the fact that people will read it.  HELLO zero filter.  So everyone reading this is here to track my progress as I search for the reason my sister said "you should not be left unsupervised on a blog." I really can't wait to find out why.  I am also blissfully aware that since i will be so out of touch, I won't realize how many friends I have lost until I return!  Yay for ignorance!!!

Also, let's be real, I'm writing this because I don't want to pack.