Needless to say our group of over 17 people split up. It started with a couple people deciding to stay a bit longer. A few more people got fed up and decided to walk. Then the rest of us started walking towards a bus and some people got left behind to find their own way. Then when the bus thing didnt work out 5 of us got seperated from the other five with us. Alison and I started talking to a local to figure out where we were and where we were going when one of the girls came over to us and said we were offered a cab. Only the cab looked more like like a van. A shiny new family van with windows, but it didnt have the sign on the top and when a couple of us checked out his liscence it didnt have a cab number thing. So we said no and started walking in the general direction of the hostil. I must say Alison we the hero of the night, flagging down a cab for us and figuring out the address to give the cabbie. We made it back around 2:30am and found no one else had gotten back yet. The guy left (he was a random we had met on the crawl) and two of the girls decided to go back to the pub next to the hostil. Alison and I decided to sleep/wait for everyone else to come back. Slowly everyone showed up and by 4am we were all accounted for.
Around 8am in the morning a very loud alarm starts going off, obviously a wake up alarm from someones watch or phone. "BRADY!!!" three of the girls simultaniously and angrily repeat over and over, then Brady from her upper bunk, "its not me!" Brady had set her alarm the night before but it hadn`t gone off. Finally when there is silence we realise it was Shophie`s phone. "Sorry Brady." Basically the day started with free breakfast at the hostil bar then a wakl about of the area. Eventually we seperated from most of the boys except one and one of the girls, so that there were 7 of us left in total. We first wandered down the Thames looking at all the stuff that was being sold. There was a festival being set up for so there was lots to see. We stopped to watch this dance group practise for a Korean thing at the festival. We also stopped at a market and explored the goods.
The best part for me was going into Harrods. It was huge and beautiful! I wandered most of it alone because I wanted to look at the glassworks and china nad sculptures and things like that. Absolutely stunning stuff. After that we headed to Kensington Gardens/the park and all colapsed under a magnificet tree. It was our saviour since it had gotten fairly hot and we were massively tired. The most exciting part of this hour was the brave squirl that wandered over to us. It got so close Melanie and I decided to get a picture of it. I think it got camera shy because we ended up chasing it around for a bit trying to get it to go closer to the group. Melanie got really close and I think she may have gotten a couple good shots.
Our goal after that was to catch the train and go home to Bader Hall. Once we figured out what train we were on we jumped into the nearest coach and relaxed. Then came the announcement that you had to be in certain coaches depending on where you were going. We needed to be in Coaches 1 to 8. Well we hopped into the first coach so this must be number one. The train starts going and we dont think anything of it. Then I see a sign saying coach 12 of 12. The food lady comes by, "what coach are we on?" "Coach 12." Damn. So 7 kids gather our things and start to head towards the front. The coach was apparently going to seperate in a few stops and thats why we needed to be at a certain coach. After about 2 coaches we all agree we are not going to make it going through the coaches like this. So Kevin suggests, "next stop we are going to get off and book it to the right coach." Brilliant. The train stops, the doors open and. . . you see 7 kids with huge bags and parcels sprinting down the train station and all barely make it to hop onto . . . Coach 8. So we walk further up, get seperated and find seats partially together. It was a quiet train ride, but a farily lively taxi from the train station to the castle. We chat away and hope the other guys made it back okay. Dont worry everyone got back safely and it was a fairly quite and relaxing night.
Not much happened on Sunday. I had decided to take a taxi to Eastbourne and since no one wanted to go with me (everyone wanted to study) I decided to walk down to Herstmonceux village to get cash for the Taxi to go myself. This time I was a bit smarter and brought my music. I had a lovely strole to the village, only when I got there and finally got on the ATM. . . the machine broke, telling me to go to the cashier. "Theres a code you are supposed to type in to reset it, but i dot remember what it is." Fine then, I guess it wasnt meant for me to go to Eastbourne today. So Guess what I did? I walked bak to Bader and studied, the whole day! ME! I STUDIED! I am actually very proud of myself. That night was the floor meeting. So basically each area has their own floor meeting each week on Sundays. I am in the D corridor. . . just in case you wanted to know. After the meeting our SLC had organized a scavenger hunt. So she put us in groups and we ran around down to the castle and back again. Our team got in last but we still got some of the prize, cookies! And that was the finale to my weekend.
Cant say much happened yesterday. I had English and decided I was really excited to get to Shakespeare stuff. I also had Art History which I felt really good about because I had already made all the notes. And finally I had Film. This is an interesting class, but since it is at night and lasts for 3 hours, lets just say the last hour is a bit of a trial. I find I get really antsy. Oh well, i`ll get over it.
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