So apparently Daylight Savings Time starts later in Britain than in the States
I got up an hour early today and got to church an hour early for the Mass I was wanting to go to and a half-hour late for the Latin Mass that I ended up attending. It took me a while to realize what was going on because it was in Latin and I thought maybe there was just some adoration of the Eucharist going on before the 9:30 Mass. Then we had Communion, and I decided that the Church just didn’t realize that today we were supposed to spring forward in time. Then I came back and decided to look up on the internet what time it really was in Britain. It all said an hour earlier than I thought. So I looked up Daylight Savings Time, and sure enough, it doesn’t start until March 25 instead of March 11. So good news is I’m an hour ahead of what I thought I was. Bad news is I didn’t get very much sleep last night, and I didn’t understand any of the Mass I went to today. Oh well.
Now I’m trying to lift my bags and see if I can tell if they’re under 22 kg or not. I have to decide how many and which books I am taking home. I’m hoping that maybe Sarah will have a scale at her house. I’m also supposed to write this review of my econ tutor, and I’m going to have to ask someone else to take it by his college for me. Although I just realized I might not have a way of printing it off. I wish I could just e-mail it, but he wants it to be anonymous.
I went to see Brendan in London, and it was very nice. Good to see family. And I got to talk with Dr. Hadaway about this term and how I need to stop being duty-bound (ie. going to lectures that aren’t that helpful) and start being more efficient (ie. figuring out how to skim and read less but still learn). He also told me not to kill myself trying to do better next term now that I feel like I’ve been a disappointment. I’m just afraid I’m going to kill myself working harder and then end up not doing any better. Maybe I’ll figure out how to be efficient some day. Then we had the bop last night, which was actually a lot of fun. I danced, and I just decided that I didn’t care what other people thought because they were dancing and not caring what everyone else thought and probably not even looking at me. I had read an entry of Jennifer’s blog about the difference between American and European dancing, and she’s so right. It’s different, and I just decided I was going to make a fool of myself and not care and have fun. I guess I haven’t written in here in while, so maybe I’ll have time to do more detailed updates later, though Brendan says I write too much anyway, but it’s my escape and my therapy. However, right now I need to finish packing and decide when I’m heading to Sarah’s.