Modules, Pictures, and Christians in Pubs

Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Kidding. Today was the first day of classes, or should I say modules? Anyway, classes are run differently here. Classes are scheduled in three hour blocks but usually run for about two hours each, and all the classes start at the same time, so there are no conflicts in schedules. Anyway, I had three courses today: language and society, social psychology, and inclusive working: organisations and services.I started at 9 and ended at 5. The first two went well and were fairly interesting, managing to keep me mostly alert. By 3:00, however, I was tired and running low on energy. But with high hopes that my last class of the day, Inclusive Working, would be some grand course and incredibly stimulating, I rumaged up what little energy I did have left and walked the road to class. Little did I know that road was not only a road to Medecroft (the building my class was in), it was a road to dire boredom and confusion. By the end of class, I determined I never want to take another social work class again, let alone ever be taught by a British professor, or tutors as the Brits refer to them. Which is really unfair of me, because I really liked the tutors I had for my other two classes of the day. So maybe I don't mind British tutors...

After class and grabbing a bite to eat, I spent awhile posting pics on facebook. And soon they will be available on this blog for your viewing pleasures, if you haven't got access to facebook. That's another thing I learned about England... the people here say "got" a lot. If you're confused as to why I threw that tidbit in here, just reread the last few sentences. You'll figure it out.

To cap the day off, Christian Union started at 7. Christian Union is basically an on-campus Christian Organization for students, similar to Intervarsity or Navigators or Student Impact or what have you. The guest speaker of the night talked about the importance of wittnessing and praying for others, very similar to what I hear back home at IV. But it was good, and the students are so friendly here. Afterwards, we all went out to a pub, which is a typical after-group thing. It was the first real European pub I've been to, and it was cozy and fun. All the students jsut sat there talking and joking and eating. A perfect way to end the evening. Which brings me back here, in my room, posting this blog.

And that, dear friends, is the end of my first Monday in Winchester. I miss you all and hope all is well back home. Good night!