Here!

As I type this, I am sitting on my bed in my room at Banbury Road. I've claimed the area between the fireplace and the chest of drawers. To my right is a panel of tall windows with a four-person-length desk in front of it. To my left is the bathroom. This room is awesome! And huge. We were definitely taken aback by the spaciousness when we first walked in.

The flight was bumpy and generally unpleasant, except for the fact that I got to sit next to the most adorable 10-year-old British girl. She told me all about her favorite animals (guinea pigs, dogs, tigers, rabbits - well, basically every species that ever existed, she was a true animal lover!). She also proudly showed off her Build-A-Bear creation.
She kept getting frightened by the turbulence, and I have to say that I was a bit unnerved by it myself, and I'm usually not one to be scared on flights.

After the flight, we congregated together and got all our baggage. Some people packed at least twice what I did, so now I'm nervous that I've forgotten all sorts of vital things.

We then trumped onto the bus with a collective heave of exhaustion, stayed basically silent for the 2 hour drive from London to Oxford, and only perked up when we saw that we were on Banbury Road. Since we've arrived at the house, we've each recieved 50 pounds as initial grocery funds. Our house orientation is at 6, so we have some free time.

Our class schedule is up in the rooms. I'm a bit scared for my Modern Irish Literature tutorial, because I'm the only one in it. Granted, having only a few people or even a single student per class is normal for Oxford, but it's still intimidating. Just me, and a professor from one of the most lauded universities on the planet grilling me about the assignments.

Hope I'm ready for this.