A Look Back: part three

Right, so now that I'm back in Ontario, I'll wrap this up. After flying with what was either food poisoning or a violent stomach flu, I can say with total honesty, I'm glad to be home. However, I am already missing the UK and looking forward to next year's summer school (or sooner if I can figure out a way).

So, where was I?

Following the fieldtrip, we broke into new groups to discuss the previous day's museological adventures. We analysed our experiences and then presented to the rest of the students our findings. Some groups presented together. I, on the other hand, was voluntold to present because I had "the nicest accent". I firmly believe that it was because I am a loud-mouth and arrived late to the session. Thanks guys.



















I should also add that after mainly typical English weather, the sky cleared, the sun shone and the temperatures rose.

Not wanting to miss what might be the only sunny day ever again, I went and took a whole bunch of photographs at the cemetery across the road. Like this one. Nice, eh?

Then it was back inside for a lecture and workshops presented by the RCMG. Although it wouldn't have been my choice to attend, Ceri Jones' workshop on data analysis was really, really good. Anyway, then we all got back together and presented back to the other groups.




Thursday morning was spent in tutorials. I don't know about everyone else, but the tutorials I attended with Dieter and Ross were fantastic. One measly hour each was not nearly enough. The afternoon was spent meeting with faculty and/or staff about things like dissertations, or, if you were like me, jawing with Babs (okay, technically she's my pastoral tutor and I can pretend it wasn't a social call). There was a staff-student advisory-sort-of meeting that I'd planned on attending, but bailed on because of sheer exhaustion.

Then, as it was the last night of the summer school session, there was a final, informal dinner/drink event at what I variously remember as The Old Horse Pub, Black Horse Pub, etc. For a small group of the very intrepid and mildly inebriated, following dinner and drinks, there was more drinking and dancing at the Student Union.


It should here be noted that apparently, the magic of Air Conditioning has not been exported back to the Empire from the Colonies because I have never sweat so heavily while dancing in my entire life. Gross.


Finally, Friday came, the day that signalled the end to all the fun. There were surprisingly helpful lectures about researching and writing dissertations followed by Ross Parry's tear-jerking wrap-up. God, what a way to end it !

For those of us who were around one more night, we enjoyed dinner at the Bombay Curry House (best korma ever) and a final drink at the Lansdowne. What a week. What an amazing time. See you next year !