Week Sixteen: Saying Goodbye

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It's the last few hours of 2019 and I've been back in the US for 17 days, so I figure now is as good a time as any to reflect on my final week in Bath, England.

On Monday, December 9th, I took my final exam for Gender Identities in Medieval Literature. I felt more than a little unprepared for this final, but ultimately, I think it went well. Then again, I haven't gotten my grades back yet, so I guess we'll see. Once I was finished with the exam, I took one last stroll around Henrietta Park, which was lovely as always.

One Last Shot of Henrietta Park

Later that night, I attended the final meeting for the CCE. Though I haven't mentioned it before, I took part in ASE's Certificate of Cultural Enrichment, or CCE, program throughout the semester. Basically, I kept track of all of the crazy mishaps I've written about here, then submitted a short reflective piece about my experiences in exchange for a certificate. The final meeting of the program was rather interesting--it was neat to hear my peers' reflections about the semester, and I enjoyed receiving acknowledgment for all the times I stepped out of my comfort zone while abroad.

The next day was slightly less stressful; after a Doctor Who marathon, I went out for dinner with my fellow ASE housing representatives. Again, I haven't mentioned it before because there were more pressing things to write about, but throughout the semester I served as my flat's housing representative. This basically meant I was in charge of ensuring the flat was neat and tidy, especially when my roommates and I left for Oxford and Stratford-Upon-Avon. In exchange for our hard work, ASE treated me and the other housing representatives to Nepalese food. I wasn't a huge fan of the meal-- it turns out that I much prefer Indian curry to Nepalese curry--but the company was nice and the vanilla ice cream was excellent.

On Wednesday, I woke up bright and early to take my Fantasies of Youth final exam. Again, I think it went pretty well, though I had to write like a madwoman to get all of my ideas down. During the afternoon, I hiked up to Alexandra Park on a hill just outside of Bath. The walk was exhausting thanks to the steep incline, but the view from the top was worth it. After slipping and stumbling back down the muddy slope, I went to the Christmas Market and treated myself to sticky toffee pudding, aka the absolute best dessert ever.

Bath from Alexandra Park

The Christmas Market

My last exam, the one for Writing for Children, took place on Thursday morning. It went ok, in my opinion, though I was honestly just glad to be finished with my finals. That night, I went to Write Night, which was basically a big talent show for the ASE program. I got to sing The 12 Days of Christmas with everyone and watch my friends perform on stage, so all in all, it was pretty cool.

Friday was technically my last full day in England, and I went out to lunch with some of my friends to celebrate/reminisce/freak out. We went to Tapas Revolution, a Spanish restaurant in Bath where you order little plates full of food and share them with the table. The food was fantastic and the experience itself was really interesting. Afterwards, we attended ASE's Final Tea, where we said goodbye to our friends and enjoyed traditional English snacks one last time. I managed to make it through without crying, but only just.

What's teatime without a plate of treats?

Saturday morning found me standing alone in the center of Bath at 5am, clutching my luggage close and waiting for the bus. Though it initially didn't show up--which almost sent me into a panic attack-- it finally arrived 10 minutes late and whisked me to the Bristol Airport, where I said a final goodbye to England and boarded my flight to the States.

Bath is Gorgeous at Night

Like I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I've been home for 17 days. To be depressingly truthful, I've thought of England every single day and missed it quite often. My semester abroad fundamentally changed who I am as a person; it made me braver, more confident, happier, and more relaxed. Perhaps most importantly, it showed me who I am when I'm not surrounded by the familiar comforts of my home, family, and childhood friends. Honestly, I'm rather proud of that authentic version of me, and I intend to cling to it as I continue through life.

So I guess the question is, what next? As for me, I'm currently catching up with my loved ones, and in January I'll go back to my college. And as for this blog, well, this is probably my last post for a while. Maybe sometime down the line I'll post writing-related reflections and updates, or I might even go abroad again. I'll certainly look back on this space often as a reminder of my semester abroad and how it changed my life. But regardless of what happens next, I sincerely appreciate the support you all have given me throughout this semester, and I wish you the best as we go forth into 2020.

May you have many wonderful adventures in the new year, and as always, thank you for reading.

Best Regards,

Abby

Artsy Picture of the Day: Farewell, England

Week Fifteen: Adventures Through Space and Time

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Last week was...something else. On Monday, right off the bat, I was struck hard by the realization that I don't have much time left in England. So, in an attempt to stave off the dread, I went for a walk around Sidney Gardens. Unfortunately, this initially served as a reminder of how much I'll be leaving behind when I fly home. But on the bright side, the beauty and tranquility of the gardens gave me time to reflect on and brace myself for the semester's end, and eventually managed to lift my mood.

Sidney Gardens

The next morning, I woke up early to board a bus to Stratford-Upon-Avon with my fellow ASE program participants. Stratford-Upon-Avon (which I will henceforth refer to as Stratford) is known across the world due to its status as Shakespeare's birthplace. Though the town was small and quiet, with a population of only 20,000, it offered some truly unique experiences and opportunities.

Stratford-Upon-Avon in the Morning

After arriving in Stratford, having a quick debriefing session about our schedule, and wrestling our luggage into our hotel rooms, my peers and I were given some time to grab lunch and roam around the town. I decided to go for a wander along the banks of the River Avon, which runs along the edge of the Stratford city center. The river itself was gorgeous, though the waterfowl that lived in it were intimidating, to say the least. Fortunately, I survived the ferocious geese and ducks and made it back to the ASE rendezvous point on time.

Once the entire ASE program had assembled, we were taken on a brief guided tour of Stratford that ended at Shakespeare's birthplace. The building and the grounds were very pretty and it was easy to sense the weight of the history that they held. The house was decorated to look as it would have during Shakespeare's time and even contained the original sign from the pub that Shakespeare's daughter ran. In addition, the grounds had two actors in period costume who acted out a few scenes from Shakespeare's plays, which was super cool to watch.

Shakespeare's Birthplace

Later that night, my peers and I went to the Swan Theatre to see A Museum in Baghdad, a rather unusual play about The Iraq Museum. As a historical fiction piece, A Museum in Baghdad follows the narratives of Gertrude Bell, the woman who opened the museum in 1926, and Ghalia Hussein, a fictional woman attempting to reopen the museum in 2006. These stories overlap each other often, and at times, the two characters were speaking the exact same words at the same time. The play was interesting, especially the parts that focused on Iraqi history, but it was also just a little too out-there for me. Though the ending was visually super neat, it didn't make much sense to me, and it felt like the characters' narratives weren't wrapped up well. That being said, overall it was very fun to watch.

On Wednesday, my peers and I went to a debriefing/academic discussion about the play, then hiked out to Anne Hathaway's House. For those of you who don't know, Anne Hathaway was William Shakespeare's husband. When she married him, she left her family's house to live with him and their children in the house where he was born, and I would just like to say that this was a downgrade. Details of William and Anne's personal life aside, Anne's childhood home is much, much prettier than her husband's. The grounds, which were recreated to look like they would have when Anne lived there, were lovely, and the house itself was snug and charming. The surrounding countryside and the path to the Stratford city center were also gorgeous.

Anne Hathaway's House

After exploring Anne Hathaway's House, my roommate and I went to Holy Trinity Church to see Shakespeare's grave. The grave, like most I've seen during my time in England, was relatively humble, as were the graves for Shakespeare's wife and children that were nearby. Still, something about the simplicity of it took my breath away for a moment. Standing inside a medieval church, mere feet away from where Shakespeare is buried, made me realize just how far I've wandered from small-town America and how darn lucky I am to have come that far.

Holy Trinity Church

When we had finished paying our respects, my roommate and I parted ways and I headed up to the city center, where I stopped at Magic Alley. This quirky little niche shop had souvenirs for nearly every fandom imaginable and I had to pull myself away before I spent all my food money for the week. I made a quick detour to check out the Stratford Living Advent Calendar, which featured a harp player and a flutist on that particular evening, then headed back to the Swan Theatre to see Shakespeare's King John.

King John is one of Shakespeare's least performed plays, as many people tend to think of it as a boring, convoluted historical account. The version of the play that I saw, however, was amazing. It began with the king sauntering on stage in his pajamas to drink a Bloody Mary, then escalated to an onstage boxing match and, later, a food fight where my roommate got hit in the chest with a flying roll. Though the second half was much more somber, it culminated in a disgustingly realistic death scene where the king writhed and coughed blood in a bathtub. The play was vibrant, visceral, and honestly, a lot of fun. It had me leaning forward on the edge of my seat, jaw literally hanging open, which not every performance can do. It was an experience that I suspect I will remember for the rest of my life.

Speaking of moments that I will remember forever, the next day my peers and I took a trip to the nearby Warwick Castle. This was, hands-down, the best experience I've had while in England, and I'd even say it makes the top-10 list of Best Experiences in my Entire Life. I'm not exaggerating.

Warwick Castle, All Decked Out for Christmas

My time at the castle was fantastic for several reasons. First of all, last year, my friends and I took part in a 14th century reenactment where we pretended to be soldiers serving under Thomas Beauchamp, the Earl of Warwick. Therefore, visiting the castle felt like stepping directly into a world of make-believe. I was treading paths that I had only pretended to walk before, and that was an insanely cool feeling. Secondly, the castle itself was stunning. Guy's Tower, which was built in 1395, provided a fantastic view of the general castle and the surrounding area, including a field where the Templar Knights used to train. The medieval history exhibit under the battlements was super interesting, and the Great Hall had more weapons and suits of armor than I've ever seen in my life. It was a medieval nerd's dream come true.

The Great Hall's Armor Display

Lastly, and most importantly, the castle was incredibly interactive. For example, my friends and I went through the Time Tower, where we learned about the history of the castle and were startled into bolting up a set of stairs by an animated knight. The most exhilarating part was where I was nearly trapped against a turnstile by a closing door--thankfully, my friends yanked me inside just in time. In addition, I got to try on a helmet in the castle's armory, which helped fix the armor craving I've had since coming to England. But all this paled in comparison to the fact that a castle worker let me hold one of the Great Hall's display swords. I don't really have the words to describe how that experience made me feel, so I'm going to let this picture do the talking:

(Bonus Pic: Me Wearing a 15th Century Helmet)

I could've spent days wandering around the castle, but in a matter of hours, the ASE advisors were herding me onto the bus back to Stratford. Back in Stratford, I went to a pub with my friends and had a delicious dinner of sausages and mash, then headed to the Royal Shakespeare Company Theatre to see The Boy in the Dress.

The Boy in the Dress was the first and only musical that we saw in Stratford and, unsurprisingly, it was pretty great. Quite simply, it tells the story of a boy named Dennis who is expelled from his school for wearing a dress but is reinstated after his teammates and father stand up for him. The musical was heartfelt and funny, and the songs had me half out of my seat at times, dancing and clapping along. All in all, it was a wonderfully fun way to end the ASE Stratford residential.

Friday found my friends and me back in Bath, where we decided to get together for a long-awaited game of Dungeons and Dragons. It was an absolute blast, not least because my dice rolled absurdly well for the majority of the session. Good company, good food, and good storytelling made for a truly excellent evening.

On Saturday--because I evidently hadn't had my fill of adventure during the week--I decided to take a trip to Cardiff, the capital of Wales. My first stop of the day was Cardiff Castle, an old Norman keep surrounded by replica Roman walls. The castle was a bit difficult to navigate, but the battlements offered a nice view of the city and the keep itself was cool, especially given that it had a moat. It was no Warwick Castle, but it was definitely a worthwhile stop (since it was, you know, a castle).

The Keep in Cardiff Castle

After touring around the castle for a few hours, I hiked across the city to Roal Dahl Plass. The Plass was what had inspired me to visit Cardiff in the first place because, as all Doctor Who fans know, it's supposedly home to a rift in time and space. Though I hung around the Plass for several long minutes, I saw no sign of the TARDIS, which was rather disappointing. On the bright side, I got some lovely pictures of The Millenium Center, The Water Tower (aka the entrance to Torchwood), and the nearby bay.

The Bay

The Entrance to Torchwood!!

Once I'd had my fill of the Plass, I hiked back to the city center and wandered around the Cardiff Christmas Market before catching a bus to St. Fagan's National Museum of History. The Museum might classify as the most interesting part of my week, and that's saying something. St. Fagan's is a huge living history village in the middle of the Welsh countryside, and it's filled with replicas of buildings ranging from the Iron Age to the 1800s. Though it was too cold and damp for the buildings to be inhabited by reenactors like they usually are, the buildings themselves were still open to the public. I had a great time wandering around the Welsh forest and exploring a 13th century prince's house, a 16th century palace, and an 18th century barn, amongst other things. But all too soon, I had to catch my bus back to Cardiff so I could catch my train back to Bath.

Selfie in the Tree Tunnel

St. Fagan's Castle

So, to sum up: my week had me exploring eras from the Normans to the Victorians and places from central England to the Wales countryside to a fantasy world where friendship is the ultimate solution. In a matter of seven days, I adventured across time and space, and I absolutely loved it.

Thanks for reading!

Abby

Artsy Picture of the Day: The River Avon in Stratford

Week Fourteen: Last Week of Learning

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I've just gotten back from Stratford-Upon-Avon, but hey, that's a story for later. Until then, it's time for one last academic rant, because last week was my final week of classes.

Gender Identities in Medieval Literature: In this class, we discussed how children were involved with and represented in medieval literature. There's supposedly an argument that children's literature existed in the middle ages, but I'm skeptical about that because the evidence seems thin. Additionally, we compared the lives of medieval women to renaissance women and concluded that neither era was decisively worse. The quality of living for women fluctuated during both eras, which just goes to show that progress is not linear.

Fantasies of Youth: We finished discussing The Lie Tree by Francis Hardinge (which, again, is fantastic) and ate way too many cookies. To be completely honest, I'm pretty glad to be done analyzing children's literature for this class. I love children's literature, but literary analysis? Not so much.

Writing for Children: Remember how I mentioned in my last post that I hate writing historical fiction? Well, I hate writing romance even more, and I was asked to write it as part of an in-class exercise. Needless to say, it was extremely awkward and left me feeling very uncomfortable, though thankfully I wasn't asked to read my piece aloud. On the bright side, before the writing exercise, we talked about the process of getting children's novels published, which I suspect will be very useful information later in my career.

Advanced Creative Writing Tutorial: For the final session of this course, my tutor and I went over some of my writing and discussed journal entries that I wrote for a couple of my characters. In addition, we analyzed the short story Two Hearts by Peter Beagle and talked about the next steps I need to take with my novel. This class has fundamentally changed the way I look at my novel and my writing in general and I am going to miss it very, very much. My tutor has been absolutely wonderful and I have truly loved working with her.

Outside of my classes, my week was relatively relaxed. On Wednesday, I went with my friends to the opening night of the Bath Christmas Market, which will be occupying most of central Bath until December 15th. The market is ridiculously huge and incredibly gorgeous. Between the festive lights overhead, the performers on every corner, and the rows upon rows of quirky booths, there's so much to discover. My friends and I only got a glimpse of all the market had to offer, but it was enough to put me firmly in the Christmas spirit.

The Chaotic Beauty of the Christmas Market

Thursday, as my American readers know, was Thanksgiving, and the ASE program was kind enough to put on a  dinner for my peers and me. It was...interesting, to say the least. For one thing, it was in the evening, instead of in the afternoon like I'm used to. For another, the "stuffing" they served was not American stuffing--it was served in slices and tasted a bit like sausage. That being said, the meal was very good overall, and the pumpkin pie was especially delicious. The evening was filled with friendship and laughter, and though it wasn't quite the same as Thanksgiving back home, it was an excellent substitute. It made me realize that I'm really going to miss the friends I've made here.

Waiting for Dinner...

An English Thanksgiving Feast

The realization that I'm going to be leaving England soon put me in a rather mopey mood on Friday, so I went for a solo wander around the Christmas market to cheer myself up. While I was there, I bought and inhaled a burger that was so good, it basically drove away my melancholy on its own. Then, for good measure, I treated myself to a large, cream-filled piece of chocolate and listened to Christmas carolers for a while. Needless to say, I went home that evening in a much better mood.

Christmas is on its way, folks!

A few days after that, I went and had a fantastic adventure in Stratford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare's Birthplace. But like I said earlier, that's a story for another time--so tune in next week if you want to hear about it!

Thanks for reading!

Abby 

Artsy Picture of the Day: The Gorgeous Streets of Bath

Weeks Twelve-Thirteen: In Which I Get an Overdose of Harry Potter and Doctor Who

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Happy Late Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrate it! As you may have noticed, I didn't post last week. There's a simple reason for that: I didn't really have much to post about. A few fun things happened, and I had classes, but I didn't get any pictures and I didn't want to subject you all to a boring block of text. So, this post will talk about the past two weeks and hopefully won't drag on too much.

Gender Identities in Medieval Literature: Unsurprisingly, feminine medieval acts of Chrisitan devotion were extreme. Some women volunteered to spend their entire lives locked in anchorholds (tiny rooms near churches), other women starved themselves to gain religious and societal power. Slightly more surprisingly, medieval Jewish women had a good deal more freedom than medieval Christian women. Jewish women could own property, go to court, and even divorce abusive husbands with relatively few consequences.

Fantasies of Youth: Skellig is weird, Harry Potter is iconic but heavily subjected to consumer capitalism, and The Lie Tree is cool no matter what anyone else says.

Writing for Children: Ironically, while I enjoy historical reenactments, I hate writing historical fiction. On an entirely different note, I believe that people should be able to write about places, people and things they haven't experienced firsthand. If writers only stick to what they know, their writing will be boring and unimaginative. That being said, authors should be sure to approach diverse topics with sensitivity and should do extensive research in order to avoid cultural appropriation.

Advanced Creative Writing Tutorial: I've started my novel over and it's actually going pretty alright.  While I'm still facing some of the problems I did before, I've conquered most of the difficulties I'd been having. For example, I'm no longer adding in fluff to pad my word count and I'm much better at writing realistic interactions between my main characters. I'm also genuinely excited about writing my novel again, which is fantastic. I spent my last class session reworking my timeline and trying to flesh out my minor characters a bit more.

As I mentioned before, the past two weeks were relatively uneventful outside of my classes; I was too busy churning out essays and portfolios to go out and party. However, I still managed to have some fun. On Tuesday of Week Twelve, ASE's academic director brought her puppy into the study center and my friends and I got to spend plenty of time adoring him. Then, that evening, the program's alumni association coordinator held a HEMA workshop at a nearby church. It was very rudimentary--geared toward the classmates of mine who've never swung a sword before-- so I didn't learn too much, but I still had a blast. I really enjoyed watching my peers learn about the hobby I love, and I got to swing a boffer sword, which is always a good time. I even managed to land a blow on the instructor's shoulder, which I was pretty darn proud of!

Lawrie is the Best Boy

On Wednesday of that week, I went to the Bath Spa University Doctor Who Society Debate Night (gosh that was a mouthful!). That was an...interesting experience, to say the least. The debate was informal, but it got very heated, especially when we were discussing who the best Doctor in Doctor Who is (it's totally David Tennant, by the way). My introversion kept me from getting too involved in the debate, but the society was very welcoming and it was really cool to hear everyone's opinions about the long-running, highly popular British show.

Speaking of interesting experiences, the Tuesday after that I went to the launch party for Shadow, a picture book by Lucy Christopher. On one hand, this took place at Mr. B's Emporium, which meant I got to spend the entire evening surrounded by books--always a plus. On the other hand, I didn't know anyone else at the launch, so I spent most of my time awkwardly browsing the shelves until they announced that the author was doing her reading. The reading was done by candlelight and the book itself was super cool, so overall, the night ended on a very positive note.

Hiding by the Children's Books at Mr. B's...

On Thursday, I decided to celebrate the end of essay week and unwind by going ice skating with three of my friends. The rink was absolutely gorgeous, decked out in bright lights and festive garlands, and the ice was wonderfully smooth. My friends and I spent nearly an hour there and managed to stay on our feet the entire time, which was quite the success! Once our feet were sore, our cheeks were red and our noses were numb, we ducked into the nearby lodge to warm up with some drinks. All in all, we had a lovely time reveling in the holiday season.

Good Friends, Good Weather, and Good Exercise

The next day, I wound myself back up again by taking a bus to London. My friend Erin, who's spending the semester in Hungary, met me there, and we spent the weekend exploring London together. And let me tell you, London is an insane, beautiful, chaotic city. Erin and I saw so many things, including no fewer than two people dressed up as Yoda. Here are the highlights, listed in order from least cool to coolest:

19. Borough Market: The marketplace was fully decorated for Christmas and was very lovely, but none of the stalls were open. Which is unfortunate, because apparently that's the place to go for good cheese.

18. London Bridge: I know, I know, it's practically blasphemy to say that London Bridge isn't particularly cool. But I have to admit, it was a little underwhelming, especially after seeing Tower Bridge and Millenium Bridge. It was pretty, but not quite as stunning as some of the other sights we saw.

17. Parliament: We didn't go inside, but the outside of the government building was pretty neat--very regal and dignified. It was also awesome to be so close to a central hub of British politics and history.

16. Leadenhall Market: Again, all of the shops were closed, which sucked. But we did get to see the building that served as The Leaky Cauldron in the Harry Potter movies, which was exceedingly cool.

Leadenhall Market

15. The Globe Theatre: We only saw this attraction in passing, and I am aware that it's merely a reconstruction of the original Globe Theatre, yet the sight of it still made my breath catch in my throat a little. It was a stunning reminder that I was traversing a city that held hundreds of years' worth of history.

14. London Eye: This London monument was very impressive, even from a distance, and seeing it made my Doctor-Who-fan-heart happy.

Two Buds at the London Eye

13. Big Ben: This would've ranked much, much higher had it not been undergoing construction and completely covered by latticework. In any case, it was still awesome.

"Limited Edition" Big Ben

12. The London Tower/Tower Bridge: The plaza between these two attractions was the perfect place to enjoy some traditional fish and chips, and the bridge itself was gorgeous. Also, catching a glimpse of London's medieval history was thrilling for me.

11. National Gallery: I don't like art museums much, but I got to see some paintings by Van Gogh and a room where they filmed a scene in Doctor Who, so I can't complain.

10. 221 Baker Street/Hyde Park: Sorry folks, I'm just not a Sherlock Holmes fan. That being said, visiting a place with such literary relevance left me slightly awestruck. Additionally, the park was breathtakingly gorgeous, though it was also full of very, very aggressive birds.

Braving the hordes at Hyde Park

9. Kensington Gardens: This was the last stop of the weekend for Erin and me, so we didn't get to spend much time there before we had to run and catch our respective busses. Which was a shame, because the gardens' autumn colors were absolutely stunning. The squirrels were also very friendly--one of them almost climbed Erin's leg!

8. Goodwin Court (aka Diagon Alley): Speaking of places with literary relevance that left me awestruck...

Anybody else have the Harry Potter theme song stuck in their head?

7. Trafalgar Square: The square was dazzling, the lions were cool, and the Christmas Market was cozy. What else is there to say?

6. Millenium Bridge: Remember that scene in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince where Death Eaters tear through London and twist a bridge into a pretzel? That bridge, my dear readers, was Millenium Bridge, a structure that looks like it couldn't stand up to a stiff breeze. Of course, because Erin and I are fearless, we walked straight across it.

5. Westminster Abbey: This building's long, distinguished history was evident in its imposing exterior. Oddly enough, it reminded me a bit of the abbey in Bath, though it was bigger and much more ornate.

Westminster Abbey

4. Buckingham Palace/St. James Park: The palace facade was gorgeous, and since Erin and I saw a group of police cars cruising down the nearby streets, I'm pretty sure we witnessed someone famous arriving at the grounds. The park was equally gorgeous and housed enormous pelicans that could've easily bitten my head clean off if they'd been so inclined.

Buckingham Palace

3. British Museum: I got to see the Rosetta Stone! And authentic fourteenth-century armor! And a sword that's longer than I am tall!

2. Platform 9 3/4: Erin and I have officially lived the dream of all Potterheads everywhere. We had to wait in line forever to get our pictures taken at this iconic Harry Potter site, but it was worth every minute. And the pictures turned out so cool!

Petrificus Totalus is Surprisingly Effective...

1. The British Library: This place had so many things to fangirl over that I don't know where to start. There was the literal wall of books, the oldest written copy of the New Testament, The Gutenberg Bible, The Book of Margery Kempe....oh, and we can't forget the original copy of the Magna Carta (that's the second copy I've seen on this trip!). Visting this library made me the happiest bookworm in the world.

As you can probably tell, my weekend in London was insanely busy. Still, I had a great time catching up with Erin and seeing as much of London as I could. Next week I'll be commenting on ASE's attempt host an American Thanksgiving dinner (spoiler alert: it was spectacular), so stay tuned for that!

Thanks for reading!

Abby

Artsy Picture of the Day: Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery

Week Eleven: I Have No Idea What's Happening Anymore

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Alright, so I'm clearly not back on my normal posting schedule yet, but I'm getting there! With a bit of luck, my next update will be on time. In other news, essays are making my life extremely chaotic again; let's get on with things so I can get back to studying!

Gender Identities in Medieval Literature: This week, my classmates discussed magic and gender in the middle ages. Almost everyone has heard of the witchhunts that doomed many medieval women, but did you know that some medieval men practiced magic too? Male magicians, or mages, were mostly college dropouts who recorded spells for protecting their wealth and seducing women. They weren't criminalized like witches were, but the church didn't approve of them for fairly obvious reasons. They also, for whatever reason, had an obsession with acquiring horses.

Fantasies of Youth: Fair warning: I am about to make some relatively controversial points. This week, my classmates and I read and analyzed The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman. Now, as a child, I was heavily discouraged from reading The Golden Compass due to the rumor that it contained anti-Christian sentiments. Therefore, I went into the book expecting to hate it. I...didn't. Don't get me wrong, I harbor a strong dislike for Philip Pullman; he strikes me as arrogant, hypocritical, and even rather ignorant. However, I enjoyed his story and its characters. In addition, while The Golden Compass is blatantly anti-church, its narrative actually presents a compelling argument for Christianity. And it's worth noting that at some points in history, even the church has been anti-church (that's how Protestantism came about). Overall, what I'm trying to argue is that instead of banning The Golden Compass, Christian families should read the text together and carefully examine how it fits with their faith.

Writing for Children: Fun fact about me: I'm a Type One Diabetic. Additional fun fact about me: for years, I've wanted to write a dystopian novel where children with disabilities are the protagonists. This week, I got to write the first chapter of that novel for in-class workshopping, which was absolutely awesome. I also got to read A Gathering Light by Jennifer Donnelly, which was...interesting. I'll leave it at that.

Advanced Creative Writing Tutorial: So. Last week, my tutor and I were talking about my novel, and we realized that in order for my plot to work, I needed to revise a major worldbuilding detail. This meant that I would basically need to rewrite my entire novel. I'm not going to lie, that realization triggered a minor mental breakdown, and I spent most of my Thursday evening questioning if I even wanted to be a writer. Fortunately, some self-reflection showed me that I truly do want to be an author, even though my path won't be easy. I pulled myself together and came to class this week with a fresh attitude and a character map for my novel. My tutor and I spent the session going over this map and exploring how I can proceed with my novel from here.

As if my classes weren't enough, I decided to also dedicate my Tuesday night to improving my writing. In other words, I attended a workshop on flash fiction, where I learned about a relatively new form of prose and wrote a very brief story based on my experiences working in a cheese plant. All in all, there are worse ways to spend an evening.

On Wednesday, I went back to one of my favorite events in Bath: Jane Austen dancing. As always, I had a wonderful time skipping and twirling across the dance floor. I even managed to stumble through a strange figure-eight maneuver that I learned in the last five minutes of the class, which I consider an accomplishment! I really enjoy regency dancing and I'm hoping to teach it to some friends and family when I get back to the states.

Riverside Walk in Bath (Because even I'm getting bored with all this text)

Thursday night, my friends and I got together to eat pizza and design our characters for our upcoming dnd game. It was an absolute blast, and I look forward to throwing my brand new tiefling bard into battle. That's all there really is to say about that.

Finally, on Friday, my peers and I went on a trip to the Cotswolds, an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty near Bath. The first stop of the day was the Broadway Tower, the Cotswolds' highest castle. After downing a tasty glass of hot chocolate to brace myself against the chill, I climbed the steps to the top of the tower. It was insanely windy at the top, but the stunning view was worth it.

Hot Chocolate: The Best Weapon Against the Chill

Broadway Tower

Looking Out from the Peak of the Cotswolds

Once my friends and I had had our fill of the wind, we set off down the trail from the tower to the town of Broadway. Surprisingly, the public path took us straight through several muddy sheep pastures. I can't imagine an American sheep farmer letting strangers wander through his fields, but the practice is evidently quite common in England. In any case, my friends and I made it into Broadway muddy but mostly unscathed. We took a brief walk through the town, then caught the bus to Bourton-on-the-Water, a tiny town where I bought a delicious bacon and cheese pastie for lunch. My friends and I spent a while wandering around the canal that runs through the town, then boarded the bus to our last stop of the day: Chavenage House.

Bourton-on-the-Water

Chavenage House is an Elizabethan manor packed full of quirky history. During my visit there, I saw several rooms where the show Poldark was filmed, an authentic 17th century tapestry, a medieval fireplace with a secret compartment behind it, and a stuffed warthog. I even got to see the room where Oliver Cromwell stayed when he was traveling the country to gain support for beheading King Charles. I also learned that the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty is actually about a cannon that the Royalists accidentally broke during the English Civil War. My visit ended with cream tea, scones, and some playtime with the spaniels that live the manor--which, as you can probably guess, was an excellent experience. In fact, my entire day in the Cotswolds was an excellent experience, and I highly enjoyed it.

Chavenage House Front...

...And Back

So yeah, that about sums up my week. Stay tuned for more--assuming that my essays don't kill me!

Thanks for reading!

Abby

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Week ???: Scotland is WILD

Hello Internet!
As you can probably tell, my posting schedule has been absolutely torn to shreds. That being said, now that I've recovered from the craziness of my midsemester break, I'm going to try and put it back together. In other words, in this post I'm going to recap my classes with a sentence each and then delve into the adventures I had over break. After that, I'll get back to business as usual. So, here goes nothing:

Gender Identities in Medieval Literature: The topics discussed in this class grow more bizarre and disturbing every week.

Fantasies of Youth: The Chronicles of Narnia get better every time I read them.

Writing for Children: Issue fiction is depressing and trying to write it is going to break me.

Advanced Creative Writing Tutorial: It's fascinating how tiny aspects of a story can end up being a huge deal.

Now for what (I'm assuming) you really want to hear about: my midsemester adventures. My midsemester break lasted a week and a half, and I spent most of it traveling solo through Scotland. It was the single craziest thing I've ever done, and I absolutely loved it.

On the first Friday of my break, I woke up bright and early and went to the Bristol airport, where I boarded my flight to Glasgow with nothing but a backpack and a purse. After the plane touched down in Glasgow an hour later, I promptly caught a bus to the city center, then was struck by a moment of sheer terror. Glasgow was huge and bustling, bigger than any UK city I'd been in before, and the city center was full of grim, intimidating-looking buildings. As a girl who's lived most of her life in the country, it was overwhelming.

Still, through Google Maps and a stroke of luck or two, I made it safely to my hostel. After taking an hour or two to orient myself, I decided to brave the world outside my hostel room and hopped on the subway to Kelvingrove Park. The park was much more my speed than the city center. It was huge and gorgeous, with statues, fountains, and little patches of wilderness around every corner. I spent about an hour wandering through the autumn foliage, then went to meet my friend Grace, who's spending the semester at the University of Glasgow. She gave me a quick tour around her stunning campus, then we grabbed burrito bowls at a nearby restaurant and swapped stories about studying abroad.

Kelvingrove Park

University of Glasgow

The next morning, I checked out of the hostel early so I could explore as much of Glasgow as possible. I took a meandering path through the city center that led me through George Square and eventually brought me to the Glasgow Cathedral. The cathedral was pretty and packed full of history, but the real sight to see was the Necropolis, which was behind the church. For those who haven't heard of it, the Necropolis is a massive graveyard that overlooks Glasgow. It was simultaneously eerie and fascinating, and the view from the top was incredible.

Glasgow from the Top of the Necropolis (Cathedral on the Right)

The Necropolis Itself

I got a little lost in the winding paths of the Necropolis, but I eventually made my way out and over to Provand's Lordship, Glasgow's oldest house. I spent some time exploring the historical exhibits and the small herb garden there, then headed back to the city center for lunch. After grabbing a quick bite to eat (and spotting a man wearing a kilt and playing the bagpipes!), I wandered down to Glasgow Green, Glasgow's biggest park. I spent some time lounging there and regaining my energy, then visited the People's Palace, where I learned about Glasgow's industrial history. Finally, exhausted but stuffed to the brim with new knowledge, I headed to the train station and caught a train to an Edinburgh.

Provand's Lordship: The Oldest House in Glasgow

Glasgow Green

Now, as you've probably gathered if you've read my older posts, I love England, and I have since the day I arrived. That being said, I fell deeply in love with Edinburgh within my first ten minutes there. As I made my way from the Edinburgh train station to my hostel, I saw no fewer than three bagpipe players. Furthermore, my hostel was right under the shadow of the Edinburgh Castle and was probably the quirkiest, coolest place I've ever stayed during a trip. I mean, there were two fully-armored mannequins in the lobby. What more can you ask for?

Guards of the Castle Rock Hostel

I turned in early my first night in Edinburgh, but I woke up before most businesses were open the next day and decided to go for a walk. I made my way down the Royal Mile and ended up at Holyrood Park, where I spotted this beautiful Scottish hill:

Now, I thought that this was Arthur's Seat, the highest point in Edinburgh. I'd been meaning to climb Arthur's Seat later in the week, when I was less worn-out. But I decided that since it was right in front of me and didn't seem so bad, I might as well climb it and check it off my bucket list. So I set off cheerfully along the trail. However, I very quickly realized that that little hill was not Arthur's Seat. That was Salisbury Craigs. This is Arthur's Seat:

After that horrifying realization, I concluded that I had two options: admit defeat and come back later, or grit my teeth and climb that confounded mountain. I've never been a quitter, so after much sweating and swearing under my breath, I made it to the top of Arthur's Seat. Fortunately, the view was worth it.

Looking Out Onto Edinburgh

I spent the rest of my Sunday recuperating in the hostel, triumphant but utterly exhausted. On Monday, though, I had a fantastic adventure. A few weeks before coming to Edinburgh, I'd determined that I wanted to see a real loch while in Scotland, and had booked a tour in advance. So, at 9am on Monday morning, I boarded a minibus and headed out into the Scottish countryside.

Our first stop was the Kelpies, aka the biggest horse statues in the world. Standing underneath the muzzles of those gorgeous behemoths made me feel like an ant or a beetle. After that slightly unnerving experience, we headed out to Scotland's biggest loch, Loch Lomond (pronounced, interestingly enough, as low-mund). This loch rests right over the geographic fault that divides the Scottish lowlands from the Scottish highlands, so I got to experience some truly beautiful views. I also got a taste of the Scottish highland weather, as the area around the loch was extremely cold!

The Kelpies

Loch Lomond

When we'd had our fill of the loch, my tour group and I went to the nearby village of Aberfoyle for lunch. Me being me, I devoured my lunch as quickly as possible and set off for a solitary wander through the village. I soon found myself in woods on the outskirts of the village--which, according to legend, is infested with fairies. I didn't see any fairies on my brief walk, but there was a hint of magic in the air, and I held my breath the entire time.

Into the Woods of Aberfoyle

All too soon, I had to leave the solemn quiet of the Scottish woods and return to my tour group. That being said, I couldn't complain, because our next stop was Doune Castle, where Monty Python and the Holy Grail was filmed. We couldn't go inside, but that didn't stop me from fangirling. Once we'd all gotten our pictures taken in front of the castle, we headed off to the final stop of the day: Stirling Castle. This was the first full-scale castle I've ever been in, and it was a jaw-dropping experience. I grinned like a kid in the candy store as I strode through the cobblestone streets, explored the great hall, and searched for the site of the Battle of Bannock Burn from the Ladies' Lookout.

Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

Sterling Castle

While Sterling Castle offered some truly impressive views of the countryside, Edinburgh Castle, which I visited Tuesday morning, was made impressive by the sheer amount of history it held. During my time there, I got to see the Crown Jewels of Scotland and the Destiny Stone on which dozens of Scottish kings were crowned. I visited the room where King James VI was born, a great hall filled with authentic weapons, and the Half-Moon Battery over the ruins of David's Tower. Then, because I couldn't resist, I nipped down to a store on the Royal Mile and bought myself a kilt.

Edinburgh Castle

I spent my Tuesday afternoon roaming aimlessly around the streets of Edinburgh. I checked out the Museum of Childhood, where I saw some very creepy dolls, and the Museum of Edinburgh, where I learned more about the history of "Auld Reekie." I took a stroll through Prince's Street Gardens, saw the church where Agatha Christie got married, and made it back to the hostel in time to watch How to Train Your Dragon in the cinema room (for the record, there is something very surreal about watching your favorite movie while being 3,000 miles from home and within spitting distance of a castle). To round out the night, I went on the Haunted Tour of Edinburgh. Did you know that in the olden days, the residents of Edinburgh dumped their sewage in a nearby lake, and the methane buildup caused them to hallucinate fairies? Because I didn't, not until an Australian tour guide in a kilt told me.

Fountain in Prince's Street Gardens

On Wednesday, my last full day in Edinburgh, I visited the Writers Museum and learned about three Scottish authors/poets: Robert Louis Stevenson, Robert Burns, and Sir Walter Scott. Then, I visited the National Museum of Scotland, where I learned about..all sorts of things, really. For me, the highlight of that particular stop was seeing an authentic 14th-century great helm. From the museum, I trekked past the Elephant House restaurant, otherwise known as the Birthplace of Harry Potter. It was too crowded for me to go in, but it was neat to see the origin place of the series that revolutionized children's literature.

National Museum of Scotland

Finally, for the grand finale of my stay in Scotland, I decided I wanted to hike to Portobello Beach and see the ocean. I got about halfway there before I realized that while my brain was up to the task, my weary feet most certainly were not. My journey wasn't a total wash, though. My wandering had taken me to the far side of Holyrood Park, and after a bit of exploring, I found a muddy little path that led me along the edge of Duddingston Loch. I spent some time there, struck half-dumb by the gorgeousness of the wild scenery so close to a bustling city. Even though I never made it to the beach, when I finally headed back to the hostel, I found that I couldn't regret a single minute of my day.

Duddingston Loch

The next morning, I caught a train from Edinburgh to London, then a bus from London to Bath. That was an adventure in and of itself, but that's a story for another time. I spent most of Friday and Saturday doing laundry and generally recuperating from my travels. Then, on Saturday evening, I hopped in a car with my friends from the Bath Spa Reenactment Group and headed to the reenactment of the Battle of Edgehill.

I know I've said this about a lot of my mishaps, but this truly was the most insane adventure I've had while abroad. For starters, the lovely English weather decided to fulfill its stereotype of being rainy and cold, and the drive to the battle site was fraught with flooded roads. Unfortunately, the site was also flooded when we arrived, so the reenactment of the actual battle had to be canceled. Still, reenactors are nothing if not resilient, and my friends and I were determined to have a good time. So they lent me some 17th-century clothing, we got geared up, and we headed out for meat pies and several hours of relaxing, friendly conversation at the local pub.

I was pretty worn out, so at 11pm, I said goodnight to my friends and headed back to the scout hut--the hall where we were staying for the night. After changing into my pajamas and putting my temporary kit somewhere safe, I crashed on a borrowed mattress for the night. Then, at around 2am, I was jolted awake by the sound of a thunderous crash. Now, in retrospect, I probably should've been concerned about this. But at the time, I was exhausted, confused, and disoriented. So I simply shrugged, thought "eh, not my problem," and promptly went back to sleep.

The next morning, I did some asking around and found out what had happened: upon returning from the pub, one of the men in the group had challenged another to a "pike push," which is basically a shoving contest. A third man, knowing that one of the pushers had a bad back and the other was a veritable tank, had jumped in to try and even things out. In the end, all three of them had gone hurtling straight through a closet door, with two of them crashing painfully onto a table. As I ate my breakfast and got dressed in my kit, I couldn't help but feel relieved that I'd gone to bed early!

Once our regiment was, for the most part, dressed and ready, we set off to participate in a memorial parade for those who died in the real Battle of Edgehill. Which, I found out on the drive there, was to take place in a UK military base. As American who was carrying a bunch of diabetes supplies but no passport (nobody had told me to bring it!), this understandably made me extremely anxious. Thankfully, however, everything went off without a hitch. My friends armed me with a pike and stuck me in the middle of the group, and we paraded to the center of the base, where we witnessed a lovely little memorial service. Then, with much saluting and shifting of pikes, we marched back out to the parking lot, where I could finally take a breath of relief.

Me in 17th Century Kit--Before They Told Me About the Military Base!

So yeah. On my midsemester break, I backpacked across a country, visited three castles, and carried a pike through a UK military base. It was absurd and chaotic and wonderful, and I don't think I'll ever have another experience quite like it. In conclusion, God bless Scotland.

Thanks for reading!

Abby

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