It's a Non-Stop Party

Nothing in America absolutely holds a candle to the way the British people party. It is insane. By the time I joined the party at around 10:00-10:30 today, the little square where we sat outside was absolutely littered with different kinds of alcohol bottles. Everyone was already tipsy enough to not know whether they were playing King's Cup or Never Have I Ever. And before you go and think that I'm just running around with the wrong crowd, keep in mind: this was the entire campus. I'm sure there are a few kids who don't partake in this kind of thing but every balcony you may look at or any place to sit that isn't the grass is full of people getting to know each other and sharing their £30 vodka like it's no big deal. There was a party in Flat 59, Flat 4something or another in one of the houses, Flat 134134 in another house, behind some other house, between two buildings on the North side... you get the picture.

The party still rages outside. It's time for me to go find fried chicken since I there's no Chick-Fil-A over here :(

Maybe They'll Like Me Over There

Alright, don't let the title fool you. I love it here. I have some of the best friends anyone could ask for and I've known them since middle and high school. The problem isn't in where I come from but where I go. I attend a very conservative, religiously affiliated university. I am not conservative. I have no idea why I chose to go there but at first it wasn't so bad. It just so happened that the longer I was there, the more it become apparent that I was very much a 'me' and everyone else was very much a 'them'. It wasn't a self-imposed segregation. Everyone else took care of that for me and in one fell swoop, I realized I didn't belong there.

I wasn't like them and I didn't want to be. I had no idea why my actions that would be considered normal by the overwhelming majority of the outside world were treated with such shock and dismay. I had no idea why people got engaged their sophomore year and married before they graduated. I just knew that most of the world didn't run this way. 

But, as fate would have it, it's too late to transfer. I'll have to finish up my last 3 semesters there and 1 will, thankfully, be spent across the pond. I really hope they'll like me over there. I know London is probably not like Small Town, Texas in a lot of ways. Thank. Goodness. It just makes me sad, though, to think that I haven't made many new friendships in college. Oh well. What can you do?