Baby Blue

For the two weeks preceding the commencement of school terms, I inevitably recall how much I hate lectures, homework, and the overall structure that academia enjoys. Generally, this feeling absents itself until the time in the semester when all the major essays are due; at which point, I have been known to whip up favorite childhood ailments such as chicken pox or appendicitis to give myself genuine reasons for procrastination. Say what you like about procrastination... it gives the procrastinator a tremendous feeling of accomplishment. After all, it takes persistent dedication to accomplish so little over such a great amount of time.

I digress.

Classes began on Tuesday and I rediscovered that in actuality I am not entirely antagonistic to school. To be sure, it was slightly disturbing when the professor started lecturing on thermal dynamics but in the main, I have managed to find my way to the economics lectures.

In other news:

Golf in Scotland is fantastic though I did have quite the shock last week when two Scotsmen and one Irishman decided that it was "too wet and muddy" to play an afternoon 18. The disillusionment was comparable to discovering that Santa still brings gifts for the "naughty" children as opposed to the promised switch. (It is only when you are older that you discover that Santa is a code word for the World Bank.) As we left the parking lot, a threesome of middle-aged women wearing waterproofs last seen sported by fishermen on some decrepit haddock boat, informed us that "te cauz jist naight pliyaible." Who were we to disagree with such stalwarts of all-weather play?

On Wednesday I sported the 1 in my first proper 11-a-side soccer game. For those of you ignorant of soccer tradition, this is the jersey worn by the starting goalie. Looking back on the match it is difficult to determine which was harder on my ego: giving up a goal in the first 20 seconds of the game,wearing an all baby-blue uniform ( another "privilege" of playing in net is your own unique and ugly outfit), or having to change my shorts on field after my team realized that I had them on backwards!