I saw it for the first time today. There it was just sitting on the counter with a giant sign that said "Today's Dessert Selection: SPOTTED DICK." Like I've said before, that is not going anywhere near my mouth. It didn't look too awful. It looked like crispy cake with raisins and custard. No one from Monmouth was brave enough, but it seemed to be fairly popular with everyone else.
I'm trying to eat healthy, but the healthy stuff is really expensive, well its all expensive. Everything has some sort of weird element to it. Even the salad. We finally figured out why even the salads make us sick. There isn't really dressing here in Europe. Its bullshit. There no Italian, or French, or Russian, or even Cesar. They only use some liquidy type substance and add a spice. For instance Caesar is really Garlic Mayo... yum.. lettuce and mayo... yea its so gross. They don't even know what Ranch is.
My theatre teacher announced what plays we are going to see... the ones I remember are Avenue Q, Marry Poppins, Guys and Dolls, Porgy and Bess, and Billy Elliot. Those are free which is good, but we have to pay for the productions we attend for Media and Press, and they are really expensive so whatever.
I tried to do laundry but I didn't have dryer tokens, so my room looks like my closet exploded and a hail storm of soap. Oh well.
They just sent out a letter of several muggings in the park during broad day light by a young gang. A British GANG? Isn't that the funniest thing you ever heard? The Regent's Business school as also moved in so all hell has broke loose here. And now its hard to tell what men belong in the building and which don't. So yea... I just lock my door and sit in the dark so no one will bother me.
Today in Media ethics we talked about patriotism and how it should be reported and stuff. We got into the issue of flags and their sacristy. I started saying how the flag brought us together in times of nine eleven but it also created this gap of "you're either for us or against us" there was no other choices, and not having a flag on your car made you stand out and took tainted you're own patriotic beliefs on the matter. Also that the flag lost value when everyone has them everywhere as war propaganda and merchandise. That's when one of the older British boys said coldly... at least you have the right to own a flag. And that's when I learned my British fact of the day. The Brits are not allowed to have a flag for their own purposes. Which I'm not sure whether I agreed with that or if that made me value our right to own one. He didn't' sound happy about it. But I'm going to look more into it.
Well I have to go read Shakespeare and then pack for Amsterdam.
Love, Jenna <3
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