In the Thick of Things
The faithful have probably noticed that blog entries are slimming. Jen and I are in the third week of the term and the workload is relentless. Still, we press on and will uphold our commitment to post entries.There are three "classes" I am taking here. I put "classes" is quotes because all but one of them are one-on-one tutorials. The remaining "class" is a seminar in church history. Allow me to tell you about the guy who is teaching it. His name Vincent Strudwick and you could not conceive of a nicer, quirkier, more proper old British guy than him. The most carefully constructed words cannot express how amusing it is to be around him. You always know when you said something even remotely intelligent because he instantly perks up, begins pointing his finger at you as though you have just discovered the cure for cancer and then starts babbling about obscure bits of history you will never use.
This Saturday we will be going to Leed's castle. Here is some useless knowledge I learned today. This is a paragraph you can skip if you were one of the ones complaining about long entries. Leed's castle was started sometime in the 12th century. Though it suffered two major attacks, many of its 12th century structures still remain. The first attack was against the mother of Henry II, who fled the castle dressed in white during a siege. She had to carefully tread in miles of snow to keep her life. The second attack was from the king, who ordered the castle to be taken when the head of the castle refused entrance to the queen.
Jen, her roommate Lauren, me, and my roommates Caleb and Chris are forming a quiz team. A local newspaper is sponsoring a quiz competition for Oxford students and we are going to have a go at it. Maybe all the time I have spent going through news magazines will pay off. Still, part of me wonders how bold we are being. This is, after all, Oxford. We shall see.
Well, that is enough for now.
-Chris

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