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Monday, Murder, and Marginally Radioactive Rust

It’s Sunday, again. I’ve got class tomorrow. Huh.

That’s not to say that I didn’t expect I’d have class, here. I did realize it was a definitely possibility that I would have to attend classes while studying abroad.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d have only six hours of class time a week. I go to class on Monday from nine to eleven, on Thursday from nine to eleven, and on Friday from eleven to one.

Hence the “huh.” Because going to bed knowing that I’ll have to wake up for class tomorrow isn’t my normal routine at this point. Nor will it be my normal routine while I’m here. Class is actually a relatively rare thing.

But it’ll be happening tomorrow. So that means I’ll have to go to bed at a reasonable hour, or something. We’ll see. I really can’t say at the moment whether that will happen or not.

What I’m more worried about is whether I’ll be feeling well enough to go. I’m starting to come down with something, I think. And given that class is, as we’ve discussed, something of an oddity, it seems like it would be a real shame to miss it.

Actually, though, it’s kind of weird to think about. There are twelve weeks of instruction. Just twelve. Being sick for one of my classes means I’m missing a one-twelfth of my scheduled contact hours with the professor. That’s a pretty big hole in the semester, right there. Plus, being sick is no fun. Given the choice between being sick and being not sick, I would choose the latter at least nine times out of ten.

But you know what is fun? Actually…well, that was supposed to be a lead-in to the fact that I tried Irn Bru (Scotland’s unofficial national soft drink), but it was honestly just sort of meh. It tasted a bit like flat orange soda with an aftertaste of bubblegum. Not bad bubblegum, mind you. Definitely at least as good as Juicy Fruit. But still. Not what I’m looking for in my soft drink. Also, it’s orange. A strange shade of orange. Like…rust. Marginally radioactive rust. Just look it up, you’ll see.

Oh, and apparently, the way they formulate Irn Bru in Scotland doesn’t meet standards for the FDA in America. So the Irn Bru they have here is illegal in the US. Which is at least a little bit fun.

And where did I try this Irn Bru? (He said, segueing into something else). Why, at Murder Mystery Society!

Yes, Murder Mystery Society, where a bunch of goofball college students get together and play murder mystery games…. No, that’s pretty much it.

I mean, it’s a lot of fun. But it’s exactly what it sounds like. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to play, given that I was too late to sign up for one of the parts, but I did get to go hang out/watch/make snide comments behind people’s back. And that was good, because I definitely needed something to do. Was just about mad from boredom.

So I watched a bunch of people prance around as Disney Villains for a few hours (that being this week’s theme), helped out the hosts a little bit, and then drank their Irn Bru. It was great.

Today, I had fencing. It was also great. They’re much better than me. I couldn’t ask for anything better.

Actually, though. I got to fence someone who competes in global championships. I don’t know what league, but still. It was amazing. She wiped the floor with me, obviously, but I’m looking forward to practicing around/squaring off against these people more. If I actually put some work into it, it’ll do wonders for my skills. Because, these people, they’re really good.

I mean, they’re also, like, nice and friendly and intelligent and good-looking and stuff. Which is cool, I suppose.

But yeah. They’re really good.



No, that’s it. I’ve got nothing more. Don’t you have anything else to do?



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