Second Week

*The following message is an extreme exaggeration* By second week, papers really start catching up with you. Slowly you begin to suffocate in book dust, thinking of the times that you spent frolicking in meadows. You were so young back then. Your innocence is gone now, and you fear that you may never gain it back again. So what do you do? You do whatever it takes to keep sane. For me, it was having multiple birthdays and walking around in a place where people used to clean themselves.

Monica perfectly illustrates the exasperated second week expression as we try to study in the cramped cafe in Blackwell's Bookstore. 

My wonderful friends, in attempt to never let me trust them again, lured me to a lovely little place wherein lies shelves and shelves of board games. Upon my arrival, they informed me that we would be celebrating a bit early this year. This is only a hint of the love that they showed me on that day. #Howtheheckdidigetsuchgreatfriends?

 At the flat, Manash had been slaving away in the kitchen making excellent food. We enjoyed a great meal and watch an all-time classic: Hot Rod. I think I was the only one who liked the movie. Maddie, as you can tell by her incredulous expression, thoroughly enjoyed Hot Rod's weirdness.

We took a coach to Bath when the weekend came and got to see the town that Jane Austin lived in! Below are pictures of Bath Abbey whose ceiling is widely known for its architectural beauty, and the Roman baths that give the town its name.

Cheers!