Wednesday

Bujak is extolling the virtues of tea at the moment (the stuff he drinks-Assam- is addictive. I'll stick to the herbal, thank you)

He's trying to find out what it means to be British...it's getting to be interesting. Apparently the British people are scruffy sorry people with no logic and non-American accent.

And they eat weird food.

He's already tossed a marker in the air trying to intimidate me into saying that pigeonhole was a more logical name instead of mailbox (I was silly enough to argue with him) and he just about took out the overhead projector screen.

I really wish I could clone him and take him back to Eau Claire with me. He's lots of fun.

Today's our last day of British Studies; next week we leave for Italy, the week after I'll be home again, probably trying to yank my feet out of a snowbank.

There hasn't been that much going on around here-I have a paper tomorrow that I should get started on this afternoon so I don't have to freak out and stuff.

The end of class has come. Gotta go eat lunch.

Ta,
Bec