Again, I am bound to forget to talk about "comfort" part so here goes:
This morning, before Ryiko and I went into our English class, we stopped at the dining hall and had breakfast like usual. Today we were joined by Christine, who are in the same Math group as we are. She said she was homesick particuarly today so we got to talk about how much we want to go home. It was nice to find someone else talk about such things. I had always thought I and Ryiko (maybe Leah too) were the only people who find it hard to get used to living here. I felt relieved that there was another person who feels the same way. I hope us three can stick to each other and give each other strength.
I tend to befriend people who are quite introverted and timid. By contrast, I always come off as the person who's outgoing. Hmm. Do I subconsciously but purposefully make friends among such people due to this reason? I cannot tell. ... Interesting.
Okay, so English. I brought my laptop to class and it proved to be quite useful. I could type almost everything what everyone said (although I blocked out most of the invalid points.) And, although it was just the second class, I raised my hand and contributed to the class... even though it was just once. But better than nothing, I think.
We were discussing Sonnet 138 by Shakespeare, Talking in Bed by Larkin and On My First Sonne by Ben Johnson. I hadn't known the first two before this class so I pretty much listened to what others said. But I had to say something when some people were wandering about what the couplets in the end meant. COME ON PEOPLE. Seriously... I expected most of the people to have taken literature. I guess not.
And about On My First Sonne... one girl was totally off in interpreting - and I mean off. She got carried away so far that I couldn't believe I was hearing them. ... am I too harsh? I guess this can happen to anyone. (But, the difference is that even if that happened to me it wouldn't matter because I would just keep it to myself to see what happens next. Cowardish.) But it was pretty bearable and somewhat interesting.
PSYCH. The long-expected psych. Thus, below the expectation. Maybe it's more so because I'm sick. The professor has a very clear, loud voice. Normally I would very much appreciate it but today it just hurt my nerves. And she made copies of her powerpoint notes, defeating the purpose of my laptop. I guess I should be thankful. It's not all that interesting because we're talking about the history and all... not to mention different parts of our brain which affect our daily function and whatnot... Not pretty.
Tomorrow we go to London. Most of the people... probably, will be staying for the weekends. I hope so, so I can enjoy some space here.
Totally random, but...
I miss Leon so much that I could cry.
