was a bit disappointing, if I'm honest. There weren't as many people there as I thought there would have been, and the music wasn't as classic/traditional Celtic as I would have liked, and the directions were no better, maybe worse even, than those at the Sallie's ceilidh. Luckily, the Celtic society is having ceilidh lessons tomorrow.
Before that though...
me and my group of friends Charlotte, Harry, Sarah, Heather, Jamie, Miriam, Amanda and Christina attempted to make omelettes for dinner this evening. It didn't go too well. Some of the eggs from the frying pan fell down into the cooker (or some nether region of the oven/stovetop combo unit) and created a bunch of smoke, so we were really afraid that we would set off the fire alarm and everyone would hate us. We also I think shorted a circuit in the kitchen, so the toaster would spark when the toast popped out. It was a bit of a disaster. It's a good thing we tidied up really well.
Tomorrow starts the first day of academics at St Andrews, while I am excited, I am terribly nervous (as well as confused) about how it is all going to work out. The linguistics module that I swapped for comparative literature is currently on the other side of town, right after my English class is over. If this is the case for the whole first semester, then I'm going to have to change my module...again...to modern history (although modern history this semester covers 1450-1770, so I don't know how that classifies as modern).
Hopefully I can talk to my adviser and sort this out.
I'm trying not to worry about it, but it really bothers me.
Anyway, I'm going to bed now because poor Amanda has her French class at 9 am tomorrow, and there's an aptitude test. Although in fairness, I am going to get up early as well to try and sort out some of these issues, and maybe clear off my desk, which looks like the result of an angry gorilla rampage.
Night all,
--Rachael
