Wednesday, March 10
Sunday, March 7
THINGS ARE SETTLING DOWN.
Ah, the impossible has happened. Things in New Zealand are finally settling down after 2 weeks of madness. And I must admit, I am relieved.
For those of you back in the States, the Kiwis at Uni have this wondrous event called O-WEEK. Freaking fantastic excuse to go to the bars, every night of the week, and dress or act for a certain theme. A few of the ones I went to include: BOCS (Costume party for all the students living in the residence halls), Toga at Bar 101, and Beer Fest at Outback. All I have to say is that I LOVE the way Kiwis party. It isn't about looking the best, it isn't about going out soley to get laid (on most occasions), and it isn't about sitting awkwardly in the corner feeling sorry for yourself. People here know how to have a fantastic time, no matter what the occasion. People celebrate having a good day here, people are genuinely interested in one another, people really take a piss on someone they like. (Not literally for those back in the States). People dance! People drink! People dress up as ships and showers and go out in public! This fact alone is something I have come to really love about New Zealand. I would never consider myself a big drinker or a big partier, and I definitely feel uncomfortable drinking in uncomfortable situations where people are trying too hard. NZ has none of that, and I LOVE IT.
But now, thank god, O-Week is over. I can finally sit down, study, and do "what I came here to do" as my mother so often reminds me. Yes people, I actually came here for an education. Classes are good so far, mildly boring but that could be because I was severely hungover and the thought of talking about "the art of food" for 2 hours was a little painful. Other than that I couldnt be happier.
I already feel at home in this country, completely, 100%. I am already significantly happier here in the 2 or 3 weeks I have been here than the entire semester I was in South Carolina. Yes, it has to do with the fact that I am in a beautiful country, but it also has to do with the fact that the people are so kind. I am going to have an extraordinarily hard time going home in a few months. I'm not even prepared to face it yet. But who needs to right? At least not now.
Now if the damn first-years would shut the fuck up, stop running down the hallway, and resist playing Miley Cyrus for TEN MINUTES I could get some well-deserved sleep. Ha. A girl can dream.
TO BE CONTINUED.
For those of you back in the States, the Kiwis at Uni have this wondrous event called O-WEEK. Freaking fantastic excuse to go to the bars, every night of the week, and dress or act for a certain theme. A few of the ones I went to include: BOCS (Costume party for all the students living in the residence halls), Toga at Bar 101, and Beer Fest at Outback. All I have to say is that I LOVE the way Kiwis party. It isn't about looking the best, it isn't about going out soley to get laid (on most occasions), and it isn't about sitting awkwardly in the corner feeling sorry for yourself. People here know how to have a fantastic time, no matter what the occasion. People celebrate having a good day here, people are genuinely interested in one another, people really take a piss on someone they like. (Not literally for those back in the States). People dance! People drink! People dress up as ships and showers and go out in public! This fact alone is something I have come to really love about New Zealand. I would never consider myself a big drinker or a big partier, and I definitely feel uncomfortable drinking in uncomfortable situations where people are trying too hard. NZ has none of that, and I LOVE IT.
But now, thank god, O-Week is over. I can finally sit down, study, and do "what I came here to do" as my mother so often reminds me. Yes people, I actually came here for an education. Classes are good so far, mildly boring but that could be because I was severely hungover and the thought of talking about "the art of food" for 2 hours was a little painful. Other than that I couldnt be happier.
I already feel at home in this country, completely, 100%. I am already significantly happier here in the 2 or 3 weeks I have been here than the entire semester I was in South Carolina. Yes, it has to do with the fact that I am in a beautiful country, but it also has to do with the fact that the people are so kind. I am going to have an extraordinarily hard time going home in a few months. I'm not even prepared to face it yet. But who needs to right? At least not now.
Now if the damn first-years would shut the fuck up, stop running down the hallway, and resist playing Miley Cyrus for TEN MINUTES I could get some well-deserved sleep. Ha. A girl can dream.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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