One Week In

Quite a bit has happened this past week and I would very much like to share it with you. I am living in a predominantly freshman hall, so the whole experience has been a blast from the past: plenty of bad guitar playing, squealing in the halls, tickle fights (at least that’s what it sounds like), poisonous sink water, runny yogurt, residence hall sponsored drinking events, fried candy bars, and helium inhalation*. Aside from these typical freshman shenanigans things have been quiet. St Andrews is a small town that is completely overrun by the university. There is a “bad” part of town that has “crime,” though I’m fairly certain that means there was once a singular crime in the history of St Andrews that happened to occur on that particular block. The “locals” are rumored to exist though I haven’t really seen one yet. There are lots of squirrelly old people that wear gigantic sun visors despite the permanently overcast sky, but they look like tourists to me.

There are surprisingly few Scots as well. I did meet one guy from Glasgow who came on to me after I accidentally flirted with him. It was quite a fiasco that ended in false hopes and broken dreams. The dialogue went as follows:

Me: I still haven’t gotten you a drink

Guy: Ya know wha’ else yoo haven given meh?

Me: What?

Guy: Yer Number!

Me: Hahaha

Guy: ……

Me: ……

Guy: ……

Me: …………….I’m not gay

* I’m not sure if the guy I hear talking in the halls sucks helium all the time as a joke or if he has an abnormally high voice. Either way, I find his idiocy/misfortune hilarious.