Only in Scotland can you be standing in the lunch line, and find a man listening to his Ipod in a FULL kilt & garb, two people in front of you. Yes, that was the opening on my day. This guy was not only dressed in a full kilt, but had the socks, dagger, officer-looking coat & even the vintage shoes to boot (pun intended). Add that to the fact that there were chips (fries) for lunch, & you have yourself a happy Cavanagh. But, what I did find equally interesting as the skirt-wearing lunchee was that for dessert they had a Belgium waffle topped with ice cream. I would be more than happy to have had this on the breakfast menu, but it being the dessert threw me off a bit. But it was delicious!
Despite the early morning kilt attire and the GORGEOUS day out (Sunny & dare I say it, relatively WARM!), this day has slowly gone downhill. St. Andrews: you are on my last nerve. Ignoring the fact that after putting in double the amount it takes to start the dryer (I was successfully doing laundry) & NOT receiving any change back, I went to the main office determined to replace the room key I had lost on a walk a few days earlier. On top of the fact I somehow dropped this tiny iron key in the dirt of St. Andrews, my swipe ID card wont let me into my building. Summation: I cant get into my room, nor my building. So, with these problems in hand, I put on my nicest smile and attempted to get these minor issues remedied. FAIL!
After FINALLY succeeding in getting the attention of one of the women chit-chatting at the desks, she looks at me after explaining my problems with a bitter face. She confiscates the ONLY key that will let me into the building and tells me to email the school to try and get my other ID card fixed. Um, thank you ma’am, but HOW am I supposed to enter my building now? Then, when telling her of my lost room key she not only has trouble understanding that my dorm even REQUIRES a key, but when the light bulb went on, she then snaps at me that I shouldn’t be giving out my key to anyone (ok, once again, I DROPPED THE BUGGAR, I'm NOT soliciting men!) She then goes on to angrily tell me that it will be $20 to replace the key right then. If I do not find the key by the end of the month (Impossible, seeing as how if I could find it, I wouldn’t BE THERE) then I owe the school an additional $75 for the replacement of the lock. St. Andrews, I know youre a school for princes, but MUST you be so ridiculous! I didnt lose the nuclear weapons (Like Bush did...ha), simply a wee KEY! Plus, I already owe you another $1000 for tuition that you seemed to have miscalculated upon my arrival with the exchange rate. So take it down a notch, GOSH!
At this point I am just fed up with the whole St. Andrews establishment, so I decide I need to head out to the library to get ahead in my reading, just to find that my converter (the thing I use to plug EVERYTHING in my life into) has conveniently gone missing. *Sigh* I will not go on. Basically its just been a slow & rough day. Hoping the weekend will arrive more quickly so I can get a break from little St. Andrews and see the gorgeous capital of Scotland (:
SideNote: Not only will be seeing castles, center of Scotland’s parliament, and LITERAL dungeons (etc) in Edinburgh, but Joshua Hannah (our looovely Scottish tourguide) along with Louis (or amazing Scottish cook) has told us that they are booking a private room in one of the best nightclub in Edinburgh. Not only does this evade any of the admission issues that we experience in Glasgow, a room separate from awkward staring foreign creepers, but a little champagne & grey goose to top off the night (; WE’RE GOING TO BE POPPPIN BOTTLES! (Dad, bear with me. This isnt a usual occurrence. <3)
Overall, I need it to be the weekend. BUT until then, St. Andrews is BUSTLING with police and
television crews awaiting the arrival of Prince Charles and his Fiancé tomorrow, to celebrate the 600th birthday of this lovely, yet frustrating, Uni. Pretty much everyone I know did not win the “lottery” to obtain a ticket for this epic event, but we are all planning on (perhaps literally) camping out near the quad in order to say that we saw the Prince at St. Andrews!
Well, after a long phone call with my friend(: he convinced me that it is SUCH a gorgeous day out, and reminded me that I was IN SCOTLAND FOR GOODNESS SAKES, so I cannot have a bad day & need to go outside & enjoy. Thus, I am going to hop out of this 70's looking library & find a beautiful place to read my Scottish novel. I see this hill (pictured here. look veeeery closely in the background. see the trees?) outside of town, no matter where I am within town. I have made my goal to eventually find & reach where those cluster of trees are. So, perhaps I will venture out of this “bubble” & find my patch of trees <3