A day to (almost) finish our papers

July 16, 2017

Today we slept in a little bit, even though they were serving breakfast. We got up at around 10 and went to George Street Social once again for brunch/essay writing. As it turns out, going to a really cute brunch spot on at mid-morning on a Sunday is not the best choice if you want an environment that is conducive to studying, but we were able to get a little bit of work done on our papers and enjoyed some good food and coffee. After a few hours at George Street, we headed back toward Brasenose, and decided to go to afternoon tea. We went to Patisserie Valerie, which is right across the street from Brasenose, because they had afternoon tea for two for £25 (I definitely just had to google-search how to type the pound symbol, which I probably should have done sooner considering I am like 16 days into this journal).

Yet another snapchat picture

They brought out our tea, with a huge tray of sandwiches, scones and jam, and desserts. It was much more food than we were expecting, and it was an very enjoyable experience, though we could not finish all the food they brought us. After tea, I went back to my room and worked on my paper a little more. Since we were going to be gone all day Monday, I wanted to get it done today. I didn’t quite achieve that, but I did get it at least mostly done. We went to dinner, and I arrived late so I didn’t get any of the strawberries, which were by far the best part of tonight’s dinner, which included the classic flavorless vegetables, partially cooked (and also flavorless) rice, and a choice between some sort of lamb, or a sweet potato. We are all in agreement that the most exciting part about going back to the US is getting to have food that has a little bit of flavor. After dinner, Caleigh, Justin, James, Davis, and I went to the King’s Arms, where we ended up having a way too loud and way too long conversation about American politics and the American grading system, which I’m sure the other people in the pub greatly appreciated. We made our American-ness so obvious that another American came up to us at one point to ask about whether or not you are supposed to tip bartenders in England. It was a good day, much more relaxed than our previous 3 days and the next day.

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