In which I speak Old English
Today was the first official day of classes. I went to a class I’m not actually in. I went to an hour long lecture for Old English. Mostly for fun. Partly cause I’m bored. It was really fun. I learned a little bit of history and little bit of pronunciation. It was kind of fun to learn some of the things that have happened to make modern English so screwed up. The teacher was very nice and enthusiastic. We read sentences aloud, which were easy until they weren’t. The letter C in old English is a tricky bastard. I hope my real classes are that fun.
I don’t know if I’m going back next week. I’m not sure how long I can keep it up while not doing the homework and having no intention of doing the homework. Students are allowed to go to whatever they’d like (just not seminars) but this teacher might notice if I don’t know anything on a regular basis.
Although a bit boring, my first week here has been really fun. I’ve been to the Globe theatre, to see Henry IV; a gay bar in Soho; the British Library and seen a bit of London. There’s still plenty more till explore though.