I went to orientation this morning where I received my welcome packet, information about my classes, and a tour of the campus. Apparently, I am the first international student to have chosen the computer forensics major. From what I can tell, most of the foreign students choose to take business classes. The campus looks awesome. The computer science building was only built two years ago so the architecture is cool and everything is still very clean. The best part is the art in the computer science building. Apparently an Irish artist donated a good portion of her life’s work to the school. As a result all of the walls in the building are covered with her art. Our guide said it was valued at two million Euros for the entire collection. I’ll take some pictures of it when I get a chance.
After orientation I walked back to the dorm with some of the other international students. Although my flatmates are here, none of theirs’ are, so they were all talking about how bored they are. I suggested that we all have lunch together, a plan that everyone liked. So we went to the grocery store and bought food (most of us hadn’t been shopping yet). I bought this week’s groceries for about €20 and then we spilt the cost of our pasta lunch (which came out to about €2 each). We then left the shop and went back to the dorm where we all put our groceries away and then reconvened in the room of two Brazilians, Bruno and Raphael. There was five of us total, myself, the Brazilians, a girl from Chicago named Gwenyth and a girl from Slovenia name Ivana. We all worked together making the pasta and I ended up eating quite a bit despite the fact that it had huge bits of onion and garlic in it (my two mortal enemies). I did, however, skip the garlic bread. Truth be told, this morning was a bit rough. My flatmates took me out drinking last night. We started off drinking vodka and coke in the dorm. We then took a cab uptown where we stopped in a pub named Geoff’s. Once at Geoff’s I switched to Guiness while Deirdre stuck with vodka. We only had one drink at Geoff’s before going to Ruby’s, a dance club accross the road. This is where we remained for the rest of the evening. I drank only one more Guiness during the whole three hour stretch that we were there. This is something that (despite your opinion of him) Dane Cook is right about: guys don’t go to clubs to dance, ever. There are only ever two reasons why straight men go to clubs, they’re trying pick up women or their girlfriend dragged them there. Since I was at a club for neither reason, it turned into an exercise of nursing a Guiness for three hours. Not that I want to seem ungrateful for the invite. My flatmates were very nice the entire time and I honestly felt bad that I couldn’t be more entertaining In the end, it’s like bringing a polar bear to the equator, there’s just nothing for him there. I’m going to go sleep now. My sleep schedule is still all messed up.