Today the other Olivia asked if I wanted to go watch a rugby game with her, so I paused the paper writing and took her up on it. I couldn't miss the opportunity to see guys in shorts grunt at one another through mouth-guards! Oh hecks no. So this afternoon we walked down to New College and I watched my first match of rugby.
This evening I went to the first meeting of the C.S. Lewis Secret Society. Actually it's just the C.S. Lewis Society...I added the "secret" to make it sound cooler. They meet every Tuesday of the term and students of the University are invited to come and listen to a talk. The talks are not always over C.S. Lewis. There is one scheduled later this month over Tolkien. And the lecture given tonight was on G.K. Chesterton. Afterwards a bunch of the students went to grab drinks at the pub down the street, The Eagle and Child, where C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, and other members of the Inklings were fond of meeting. Being the oh so responsible student I am with a paper due in a few days, I passed on the pub and sit here instead writing a blog post. (I'll make up for it later.)
Today I also experienced my second moment of homesickness; the first being when my heat was out and my body hadn't adjusted yet from the Arkansas summer. Today as we were walking back from the rugby game, Olivia asked me if I ever get homesick. While I was explaining how no, I was pushed from the nest at a young age, I love Oxford too much, the world is my oyster, blah, blah...I couldn't help but think in my head how I would much rather be walking with someone that was comfortable enough with silence so I wouldn't have to constantly answer to petty conversation. Then when we got back to the flat, I checked my mailbox and found that the lone envelope was addressed not to me, but to my roommate. OH THE HORROR! Blasphemy! The nerve! Cursed be he that addressed the note! A plague on both your houses!
I might be exaggerating a smidge.
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