Letters from Scotland
By Jonathon Farrell
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Hello again everyone!
again, I failed to send a weekly update. Sorry!
This week also started with an essay - a 24-hour essay, in which we got the question on Monday morning at 9 o'clock and had to research, write and hand it in by 9 a.m. on Tuesday.
So, Monday was pretty much a waste! But I got it done, and I think it was all right.
Tuesday, I spent much of the day just enjoying spending my time with living people, as opposed to the dead reformers I had grown used to. We wandered outside in the gorgeous weather (and I heard about your snowstorm, and felt sorry for you as I strolled through the daffodils!).
Tuesday night was one that I will remember for quite some time - there is a newly-formed Canadian Club here at St Andrews, and Tuesday was the first social, aptly named Hockey Night in Canada. They imported real Tim Horton's coffee and donuts, had maple candies and popcorn, and even served poutine and chicken wings.
The food was fabulous, though the beaver tails needed syrup and non-Canadians simply cannot make a poutine! I had my friend Jonathan come along with me, as he booked tickets this week to come see me in August in Kincardine, and he was a little bit overwhelmed! He said he had never seen so much red and flannel gathered into one room before.
We watched the 2010 gold-medal game, and I really enjoyed seeing how easily it could captivate a room full of Canadians even a year after the fact! I wound up spending five hours there, just basking in the glory of home!
Wednesday, I had a great adventure as well - against the recommendations of every British person I had met, I ventured to Dundee. It is not far from St Andrews, about 13 miles I believe, but I had not been there, as I was warned by the first Scottish man I met here, the shuttle driver in September, to avoid it "like the plague".
It is referred to in these parts as Scumdee, and a commonly-cited fact is that it is the teen pregnancy capital of Europe! However, I did not get into any trouble. I simply took the bus in to the mall, and wandered stores until I found a pair of jeans. There was a limited selection, so I wound up with a pair that is about three buttons short of a Michael Jackson outfit, but they are a good fit. Then I came home and did readings for class.
Thursday was class, and then much of the day was spent once again catching up with the people I had been forced to ignore because of my crazy schedule in the past weeks.
Today has some stories to tell as well! The most exciting ones happened tonight - we decided to have a bonfire on the beach to celebrate our last night with everyone there. It failed, we could not get it going, despite someone having bought 20 kg of coal!
Jonathon Farrell, son of Geoff and Sandra Farrell of Huron-Kinloss, is studying at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland this school year, through a student exchange program at Queen's University, Kingston, where he is a third-year student.
So, we went to join a larger group having a fire - one of our group knew one of them. They were fairly drunk and as we stood chatting, four of them came back from a skinny dip, completely naked! One swimmer made the unfortunate decision to dive into the fire and roll among the embers, getting serious burns on his food. We did not hang with them for very long! It was a pretty shocking evening!
And the last thing I have to say is good news for all of you - I am leaving tomorrow to meet my parents in Dublin, and spending one week touring Ireland and then a few days in Scotland. So my next installment will once again be exciting, and have all kinds of lovely pictures to accompany it!
So look forward to that!
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Sunday, March 27, 2011