Panic! at the library...

So, remember how I said I was really excited for my tutorials to start? Well, they started. And, oh my god. It's a shitshow already. One is insanely hard and the other may be problematically easy. At the moment, I'm attempting to slog through a 700 page anthology of medieval mystery plays. As if this weren't daunting enough, I check out the book and realized that my tutor had neglected to mention that it's IN MIDDLE ENGLISH. Now, I've read Middle English before, but it's been a while, and even when I was good at it, it still took me a while to get through things. And now I have to read 700 pages of it, plus 3-6 secondary sources and write a 7-10 page paper on it for Tuesday. Mostly I like that my tutor didn't think it was necessary to mention that the book isn't even in a language that I know well. At least I was able to check it out, though. There was a good 18 hour period of panic where I thought that the university only had one copy I could use and that it was a reference copy in a library that closes at 5 every day. Luckily, it turned out that I'm just an idiot who can't use a card catalogue.

My psych tutorial, on the other hand, seems like it might be a joke. She only wanted me to write one paper all term. I had to ask to write one every week. And she doesn't want, like, a real paper. Now, I realize that this is probably something I should be happy about, but I came to Oxford to get my ass kicked! Plus, I can study literature all I want at SLC. Abnormal Psych is not really an option there. I have a meeting with the program director tomorrow to let her know what's going on in case things don't pick up in the tutorial.

Last night was the Wadham pub crawl. There were shenanigans. Sadly (or maybe not sadly...) I had to get up at 8 this morning, so they didn't really involve me. I did, however, have a delicious kebab while waiting for a cab to take me back to my apartment, because I wasn't really big on the idea of walking home the half hour home alone at 1 in the morning. I'm rapidly discovering that I'm really not a bar person. I don't like crowds. I don't like the smell of stale beer. I just like sitting around with my friends in an apartment and hanging out. Unfortunately, it seems that most of the social life here revolves around pubs and the like, so I'll either have to suck it up or work on actually enjoying myself.

And now I go back to slogging through this Middle English. On the bright side, at least the dialogue is funny most of the time. Thus far Cain told Abel to kiss his ass and Noah called his wife "ram shit."