After classes today (I finished at 7:30, but I didn't start until 4:30) I decided I could do with some non-studying time and began watching Finding Neverland with a friend. However, we never finished: half-way through the DVD stopped and changed to that screen with the blue-ish background and the letters "DVD." Pressing "play" returned us to the start of the movie. Sigh. At least I've watched the movie before. There must have been a second disk that my friend needed to borrow from the library. If only I could read Chinese!
However, I could recognize some of the characters in the subtitles. By "some" I mean four: you, I, older brother, good.
Actually, if the movie hadn't ended early I wouldn't have run into my hall representative on the way to my room, and she wouldn't have been able to tell about the first hall gathering, tonight at 11. At the gathering (we met in the common space next to the pantry and in front of the lifts) we stood in a circle, introduced ourselves, and ate ice cream (I felt un-adventurous and chose a Drumstick instead of a purple one). She said when the weather gets colder we'll have a hot pot, which I'm looking forward to since I missed the hostel-wide one.
Oh yes, and someone from the fencing team called and said he'd try to get the Student Services Center to give me a jacket even though I'm only here for one semester. So (possibly) yay!
And I still haven't memorized my timetable or the classroom numbers. The paper tore into quarters (quarters as in fourths, not quarters as in coins--wouldn't be awesome if every time I tore a piece of paper, loose change fell from the ripped edges?) and this afternoon I'd left the portion I needed on my desk. I knew the room was on the first floor because I only have one class on the second floor, and that was on Tuesday. But when 4:30 came around I was still walking awkwardly back and forth down the hall (pretending to be intensely interested in the drawings of Cantonese boats) I spot one the guys in my class climbing the steps to the second floor. It figures I'd be wrong about the absolute certainty...
And another Polish person has told me I have a Polish last name. Huh. I guess Poland is pretty close to Slovakia. Update: I just looked at a map of Europe. They're right next to each other.
And I'm going to try to sleep know, despite ice-cream-induced energy telling me otherwise.
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