Today was one of those "Holy crap Oxford is the shit" kind of days.
I spent the day studying. I'd spend as much time as I could in one old, ornate, and stoic library until I couldn't read anymore, and then I'd switch libraries. Libraries are like pubs around here. They're EVERYWHERE! So I got a decent amount done. Discovered some new hot study spots.
Then I grabbed some pizza with 10 other abroad students and went to my first Union debate. It was on whether or not Prostitution (which is illegal in the UK) should be recognized as a legitimate business. The students were arguing for it, and they got a guy who owns like, 1/4 of the legalized prostitution in Nevada to come and argue on their behalf. (Figures, they have to import Americans to seriously argue their horrible points.) In all fairness though, they had a British male prostitute arguing with them as well. So at least they didn't have to import any of our whores.
The against side was 5 very passionate feminists. And sparks flew. It was amazing. I got angry, I laughed, I cheered, refused to clap. Mostly though, I remembered how much I love arguing. I haven't gotten into a decent debate in a long time.
I could go on about how in the UK people care more about global issues, and just care more about what's going on in general a hell of a lot more than Americans. But I won't, because it makes me sad and not want to come home.
I really, really love it here though. Days like today are intense and challenging, and I like that. I like focusing ALL my energy on 1 conversation. I like being the stupidest person in the room. It gives me hope that people can fix things I can't or something.
Big day tomorrow. First tutorial with the new tutor, and I'll actually get to know the 4 people that moved into our flat today. And a concert, followed by a party at the guys' house. Holy crap I need to get to bed.
I'm so glad I got to experience all of this. My brain legit hurts though.
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