I decided that it was kind of boring if all my blog titles just always consisted of dates so I tried to jazz it up a little. We’ll see how that goes. Perhaps my lack of foresight for my titles gestures at the fact that I might not be a very forward thinker, but hey, from here on out, it can only get better, right?
And the same can be said for my second week in Exeter. This is going to sound super nerdy, but this past week was the first week of classes and I have to say, I quite enjoyed it. I felt in my element again surrounded by my works of literature and lined paper. (A4 paper here is not the same as A4 paper back home, though. Here, it is just that little bit longer so the ends of all my handouts stick out of my binders and frustrate me to no end.) For folks who may not be as enthusiastic about my academic endeavours as I will soon prove to be, feel free to skip the next two paragraphs because there will be a lot of raving about the classes I’m taking.
A large part of the reason why I chose to come study in England was because of how steeped I believe English literature to be in this place. This may sound a little (or a lot) far-fetched but for me, studying English here seems almost reverent. English literature is such an integral part of so much here and it has so much significance and prominence; essentially, to offer some perspective to my Canadian peers, it’s like studying engineering back home. For the first time, I feel like what I’m studying is actually valuable because of how closely the culture here embraces it.
This semester, I’m taking two modules (or courses as I’m apt to call them): Modern Irish Literature and The Dream Palace: Cinemagoing, Audiences and Media. Both are courses that wouldn’t be offered back home for which I’m ridiculously excited (yes, again, what a nerd thing to say, I know). Perhaps a part of my excitement stems from the fact that there are really nice lecture halls here. Complete with cushioned bench seating and enough table space for people to actually have a binder and a textbook out, it feels a little like a paradise. Mind you, the chairs don’t swivel and for anyone who has had a class with me back in Ottawa or just knows my habits, you would know that I rather enjoy swivelling around in my chairs just a little too much. However, this doesn’t exactly allow me to give the impression that I’m paying attention in lecture so perhaps it’s for the best. Lecture hall excitement aside, the syllabi sounds super interesting and I would say that both of my professors are great lecturers and really enthusiastic about the subject they teach, so I’m really looking forward to the rest of my semester.
Unfortunately, by the middle of the week, I’d caught a tail end of Freshers Flu. When I had made it to the end of Freshers Week last week without feeling awful, I thought I’d gotten lucky and managed to skip that bit of the experience. However, I guess the conspirers of the universe thought it would be best if I got the whole experience so I can now say I didn’t miss out on Freshers Flu. There was a fair bit of hibernating (or hibernapping as a friend of mine coined it) going on towards the end of the week and I drank water like it wasn’t a finite resource, but I think it did the trick. Hopefully, that will be it for my encounter with maladies here.
This week was also particularly exciting for me because societies (essentially clubs or extracurriculars…goodness, I feel like I need to have a glossary or something at the end of my posts) started up. I’ve found myself involved in two music ensembles for the term, concert band and flute choir. Music has always been a constant for me in my life and I’m glad that I am able to keep that up here. There was one thing that threw me for the loop a little though. The music terminology changes, but at this point, I really should have expected it by now; everything here seems to be called something different than what I’m used to. Here, note names consist of semibreves and quavers and such whereas I call them quarter notes and half notes and the like. I’m seriously contemplating making up a little translation sheet so I can get all the terms down pat because once those semibreves come into play, I’m completely lost. Luckily, the notes on the pages themselves don’t change how they’re supposed to sound and I can still read sheet music about as well as I can read a book, so I think I’m still good on the actual music-playing bit. Music is definitely where I can always feel at home, even if I’m away, and it felt really nice to have found a music family here at Exeter who welcomed me with open arms.
For the next two weeks, in addition to classes and the extracurriculars, I’ll be doing Skype interviews to hopefully obtain a co-op work term placement for when I get back to my home university in January. It’s going to be a bit of a juggling act for me in terms of managing everything as well as making sure I get all my time zones straight; here’s to hoping I won’t drop the ball!