Day Twenty-Two
I woke up pointlessly early and had a disappointing encounter of the toast kind. We ate slowly and followed our feathered friends out of the cafeteria. We’ve gotten them to start taking bread from our fingers, and guess what that means — we can touch the ducks!!! I touched a duck!!! I TOUCHED A DUCK!!!! It was so soft and sleek and I just *melts into a puddle*
The morning was a rush and a neighbourly nap. JF taught us about hotel websites that lie and how monasteries can actually be mental institutions. We broke, and I learned a new rhythm, before we reported back to learn more new rhythms and to recreate what it feels like to be a hostage. I honestly couldn’t tell you more without sounding mad.
Lunch was a warm and informational hour. I headed off to find the “Natural History Museum” of St Andrews (I’ve put that in brackets because it’s actually just a very large collection of animals, fossils, skeletons, corals, and the like), where I met up with my tutorial. We held a bomb and played with the animals before it was time to find and attend a lecture on undergraduate admissions.
We wandered home in merry, sleepy company. Dinner came quickly and after we exited the cafeteria, a duck managed to get itself stuck in the maze of tables. This required the chef coming out of the kitchen to do his special whistle to get the duck to exit. Very dramatic, to be sure.
I gave into my neglected work and research this evening. And now, I must return to it.
Quote of the Day: Krysto (speaking to me) – I’m glad to know that you care more about napping than the important affairs of the world.
Currently Reading: Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya
Currently Listening to: It Catches Up With You by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross