From the Diary: Scotland

I’ve recently gone through my diary (the written, gut wrenching, shaming diary) that I’ve kept over the last five years. I take it on pretty much every big trip I go on and detail some of the events. While I was in Scotland studying abroad in 2012, I had the diary with me. Stories of drunken nights in town or wandering the Isle of Skye are detailed in the book. Some of the details are mushy and gross as I discussed the struggle of having a boy friend back in the States, so I’ll skip over those. Although, I must admit that the idea of studying abroad with a boy friend back home now sounds laughable. I may just include some of them to show the college aged readers exactly what it’s like. Hint: it sucks.

I would like to apologize in advance for the drama and petty talk written in the diary. I plan to type it all out as is. With that, you must keep in mind that I was a budding 20 year-old when I studied abroad. Not much has changed, but enough has to make me hang my head in shame.


June 18, 2014    Stirling, Scotland

So this is my first journal entry from Scotland. This will be my third night here. My flatmates are pretty cool. I have become good friends with two of them. One is named Nicole, and she is from Minnesota and talks like it. She is here with 8 other people. The other girl in my flat I’m good friends with is named Gann. She is from Alabama but goes to school at Ole Miss. It’s nice to have another person from the South because she and I understand each other really well.

The first full day here was miserable because we were all just so tired from the plane ride.

 

June 20, 2014   1:26AM   Stirling, Scotland

Yeah, so I got caught up in talking to Brooke back home. Ok, back to what I was saying.

The first full day we were all just exhausted from the plane ride. By the end of the day, I wasn’t making much sense. I stayed in that night and had some time for myself.

Sunday we had orientation and was shown around town. It was raining but still pretty. I fell out of the bus going to the Robert the Bruce statue. My elbow and shoulder/neck area are all kinds of bruised up and sore, but it’s  ok.

Monday, yesterday, was our first class day. I had The Covenanters. My professor is really cool and gave me a new perspective on James I (VI). Today was my first day in the Monsters and Vampires class. It will be an interesting class, especially since I have zero affections towards the modern Gothic movement.

Both Sunday night and tonight we all went out. I got really drunk Sunday but not too bad tonight. Tonight we went out dancing at some club in town called The Dusk. Everyone could tell that we were Americans by the way we danced. None of the Scottish people really danced. I mean, they moved back and forth but that was about it. The group of us were all over the place grinding and fist pumping and just going crazy. It was a lot of fun, but I was happy when Brian and I left. I can only take so much of the club atmosphere.

Thursday, the ISS (International School Stirling) trip is taking us all to St. Andrews, the home of golf. Then Friday, me and a bunch of other people are heading up to the Highlands for the weekend. I’ll get to see the Isle of Skye and Loch Ness. Probably the next time I write, I will be able to tell more about them.

I really miss Zach. he is being so patient with my being gone, but it is getting hard to talk to him. Not because I don’t want to but because the whole distance thing sucks. I’m trying to wait up till he gets off work so I can call and tell him goodnight. I plan on going the whole weekend without talking to him so maybe we will have stuff to talk about next week.

I miss home too. Scotland is great and all but I really am just ready to be home. And it’s only Tuesday night of the first week… I’m sure it will get better. It’s just a matter of getting used to all of this.

MC

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