Alex's Alliterative Adventures

After waiting in line for over hours, I recently learned that my course schedule is not only overloaded, but some of the courses have new places in time, and who knows, possibly space. I was under the impression that I came over here because I had been accepted as a Lund student, but apparently I need to collect signatures from 5 professors, some of whom may not be on campus, before I’m actually enrolled as a student here. I have a feeling that the next task I’ll be ordered to complete will require human sacrifice, probably involving virgins. Lots of virgins. With extra virgin.

On a lighter note, I got a group tour of the city from a Lund student today. We were shown cheap shops, cheap pubs, free libraries, and the sort of things that every student should know about (read: party central). I’m continually impressed by how beautiful European architecture is. I heard 4 separate people mention that they felt they were in the world of Harry Potter while walking through the streets.  Women bike passed you in dresses that rest atop their ancient comfort bikes, their tires clattering on the cobbled roads. The man who owns my new favourite pizza place spends the last part of the working day sitting out side his store with a beer, a cigarette, a newspaper. He shares his stories with anyone who’s willing to listen and fills the bellies of any who are hungry and asks mere pocket change in return. People leave their bikes unlocked and cars stop for pedestrians. It’s as close to utopia as I’ve ever seen.

And yet when I heard a lead about a potential job opening mere minutes from campus, my intrigue and relief instantly turned to uncertainty. 8 months away? What about home?  Or those I left behind?

What’s going to happen?