Class: The "Reason We're Here"

Yes, it's true. I'm not on a random four-month vacation to Europe without consequences and responsibilities, although I will tell people that in the future, because that sounds cooler.
But, for right now I will divert your attention from the shiny, beautiful people and scenery of this side of the Atlantic, and I will show you what our life is like for five excruciating hours, twice a week.


This is where we have classes, in the building called "Sir John's house". Evidently he was the guy who used to own these buildings and left them to MUN. There is a house attached where our professor Dr. Dunn is currently living with his family. (Now, as to why these are on "St. John's Walk" and the house belongs to SIR John....I can only assume he had some grandiose religious visions for himself...that didn't pan out.)

Note the stained glass in the wall near the roof. Let's take a closer look at this.



This is the MUN crest, I've heard. It says 'Provehitio in altium', which I think is Latin for "by jesus this class is boring." It's aptly placed because this is where I generally look when I get bored in class. Which is frequently.

At this point I might as well mention that our classes (especially some certian ones, which I will not specify) are REALLY boring. So boring that most of us get rather hysterical at some point. Normal things turn funny. Donnamarie and I do a classwide visual analysis of "who has cankles". I discover I'm the only confirmed leftie in the room. (handedness, not political views.) Alicia looks murderous. I hit things off my desk. Anyway, sometimes, if you catch us in the right moment, not a single person in the room is doing anything productive other than saving their sanities.



Evidently Jon didn't quite manage to do that, but we still love him.






AND, on the occasion that we get a 5-15 minute break at some point, there is a nice little garden area to go sit in. It's got some lovely rose plants and a bunch of butterflies that the boys like to poke sticks at. (To be fair, being in such boring conditions tends to regress a person about 10 years.) I mostly get out of class and want to play duck-duck-goose, or spies, or build a fort. Too bad there's a meeting later. Because after that It'll be time to hit the pub, and fort-building is frowned upon there.