The first meal back at boulder was a rather unwelcoming one, the label above the serving hatch read "Chicken Fried Steak". Just take a few minutes for that to sink in. A steak so bad it is comparable to the welsh football team, deep fried in breadcrumbs and served with chips.
Well the less said about it the better really, it seems the dorm food has given up its 'healthy and professional facade'. The chef's special yesterday was '3 coloured nachos with cheese' and today it was yesterdays burritos with some salsa on top. Going home and having my mum's cooking has made me realise how terrible the food is here.
Classes are suspiciously easy this term, I am taking less science modules than last term and am taking a music class titled 'history of the rock era'. So far it has been incredibly easy and fun - we get to listen to some good music in class. Hopefully this should be an easy A, my other 3 modules (Molecular Bio, Cancer Bio and Evolutionary Bio) seem ok and they haven't got too hard yet. The only problem with my apparent lack of work is that this has coincided with all my friends taking more classes so people are often busy. Oh well it just means I get to write more music these days.
First afternoon in the gym for about 2 months yielded some pretty horrific results. I could only do ¾ of my rowing workout (I'm partially blaming the altitude) and now ache like I've had 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
A chilled out day (involving much aching from the gym) and an evening where I introduced my friends to the genius of Dara O'briain.
My first day snowboarding in 2011, had a great day and am confident (if not quite proficient) enough to try a trick. It needs some work. After some more rank dorm food I had a night in with some friends watching DVDs. I have indefinitely borrowed some speakers from a friend so I can now blast out obscure progressive metal.
More snowboarding, the only downer of the day was that it was snowing on the highway to the resort so a journey that would normally take 1 ½ hours each way took 3 hours getting there and 4 ½ to get back, we spent much longer in the car than we did skiing, but never mind I'm just lucky to get to go at all.
History of the rock era is fun but the stuff is so frustratingly obvious... "rock musicians use things called riffs in songs"... I can't help but zone out sometimes.
I mentioned in a conversation with friends that I have never tried peanut butter and that it is not as popular in the UK as it is in the US. This resulted in a small tub of peanut butter being slipped under my door while I was out. Very kind I thought, if a bit weird.
The god squad invaded our dorm, setting up camp in the common room with nice smelling pizza and leading us into the trap. I was pretty sure religious groups like this weren't allowed events in dorms but it seems they blatantly disregard this. I wouldn't have minded but it seems completely unfair that the Christians can do this whereas I think if there was a reading from the Quoran then it probably wouldn't be allowed. For the rest of the night I had to power walk past the common room in case I was accosted again.
More skiing, there had been 14 inches of snow so it was great powder skiing, unfortunately snowboarding in powder is incredibly difficult, it was certainly a workout for my legs. After getting home I jammed with a friend and then went for late night crepes with friends from the 4th floor, it sounds very civilised but of course one needs to factor in that everyone else was pretty drunk. It was certainly a lot classier than chicks on a thursday night in Worcester though.
I have a hypothesis that when I'm tired I have stranger dreams, in the last two nights when I've been tired I have had two weird dreams:
"Psychoelectric old guy"
"Basketball court assault, fleeing from female referee"
I'm finishing this blog and then I need to revise for a cancer biology test I have on Tuesday. I've had a great few weeks, hope you guys have too.