Post-game musings

I've decided to write a little piece to sum up my first proper week of classes. It's been about 17 days since I landed in Houston and it's seems like I've always been here. Sure, I've still got a ton of stuff to learn, experience, work out, do, inject into my bloodstream, and so on, but the routine has been established.

STCL is a hell of a college. Its reputation is sincerely impressive - I believe they have won more mock trial awards and shit than any other law school. So obviously they don't dick around. The staff are beyond professional and certainly the professors I have know their stuff inside out. It's astonishing to think that I am part of this community, coming in with my bumblefuck ways, stealing knowledge and leaving a legacy of 'Who the fuck was that vulgar English kid?'. That'll work.

Anyway, in terms of new experiences I have:

• Been to a Charley's Grilled Sub - Zack would love it
• Been to a Popeye's Chicken and Biscuits - They're scones, for fuck's sake
• Been to a Burger King - So much better than in the UK
• Been to a baseball game - NY Mets v Houston Astros (a dull game but I can see the appeal if you had good teams)
• Been to a bar without Marcus - A strange, yet charming sports bar by Minute Maid Park
• Ordered a pizza from Pizza Hut - Stuffed crust is different and not in a good way
• Been to the cinema - Piranha 3D is such a fantastic film: Good, bad, horrible, sexy, slutty, bloody, funny, dumb, stupid, glorious

That's about as much as I can remember. It's been good. If I can get over the bus journey it'll be great. Sitting on a bus for an hour isn't a pleasant experience, especially when you know you have to do it again at the end of the day.

My latest class finishes at 7:30. First Amendment is a brilliant subject and straightforward enough. But it finishes at 7:30. Which means I get home at about 9:30 when it's dark, the freaks are out, on the bus and so eager to sit next to me. I might have to invest in that MagLite. Heavy AND practical. What a steal!

Strangely, the bus ride home after the Astros game was better even though I got through the door at about 11:15. I guess its cos there were less 'undesirables', a load of fans and people who were too tired to give a shit.

Oh, and the plan of taking the laptop in everyday will have to be tweaked. While not heavy in itself, the whole thing plus the books I'll need to carry and other bollocks just adds up to shoulder ache. So, the netbook makes a return appearance. It'll do what I want it to, just slower and more frustrating.

Why the fuck am I writing that crap? Who cares about my technology intricacies?