Anyways, seeing as how most of us have been hauling on all the papers and presentations that we have put off until the night before they are due, we have had plenty of time to get up to shenanigans a
So all we really have been up to at the manor is late nights doing homework and working out in the most obnoxious ways. But then we went to Lake District National Park and worked out in even more unusual ways! Sadly I think the thing I was most tired after was horse riding...We left for La
they would get behind and then start galloping to catch up. I'm pretty sure Jacob liked this because it meant that he could take off galloping as well, which happened most when I wasn't paying attention.) After horse riding we were all exhausted (sadly) so about 6 of us girls laid down for a quick cat nap in our room, then when the alarms went off 45 minutes later they were quickly turned off and we slept for another hour. I think it was honestly the greatest nap of my life! So if you want to have a good nap go horse riding! After nap time I went on a walk with Kristin into town, which was 15 minutes away, and we wandered around trying to find cheap water pants for the activities of Saturday. Eventually we found some and walked back to the hostel. Then we found some hungry friends and turned around and walked back for some burgers! It was a pretty crazy Friday for us!Saturday was our day of being adventurous! We had two sessions scheduled out in the mountains of Lake District for the day. Our morning was spent ghyll scrabbling and in the afternoon we went rock climbing! First of all I do not like water! I can doggy paddle like no other but I just do not prefe
r to be in it. I thought it would be fun because I have climbed up little waterfalls in Jamaica with the fam where everyone is in swim suits and it's warm, everyone holds hands and helps each other and it's all fun. But they are more serious about their water adventures here! Ghyll scrambling is basically climbing up a strong river/creek with a few small waterfalls that lead to one large one at the end. Well I was all ready to go with my rain jacket, water pants and rain boots. Everything started out ok except for my rain boots flooding 5 minutes into the hike (which has been my biggest fear in life!). But it was all fun nothing too serious just hiking up rocks and laughing with friends. THEN everything starts going downhill! To start out, we got to this point where we kinda climbed under a tree and around some rocks, well they didn't warn us that there were some dead sheep mangled in some branches near by! So the 5 boys of course all thought this was funny while I'm panicking trying not to look, with Kristin behind me panicking even more so I was trying not to die while giving Kristin a pep talk of where not to look and how to get around them. But eventually we got through that incident and were back to a semi content state and we rock climbed up a little waterfall, emptied out my rain boots and were ready to continue. We had a bit of happiness but things started going downhill. Turns out the farther we got into the climbing, the more excited the 5 guys got, while the 3 of us girls got more scared and freaked out. It also didn't help that our guide was at the front and didn't talk very loud so he would ask the boys in front if they wanted to go the easier ways or the more exciting ways. This is when things turned for the worse! It was decided that the most exciting way to climb up some falls was to jump into this little pool at the bottom of some rushing waters, then swim/try and climb a slippery wall that had no grips and then somehow reach for tree branches and drag ourselves
up the side of the falls. Well I was already a bit nervous so I decided to try this second so I didn't panic while watching others attempt this. So I start to climb into the pool, which turned into a drop off (keep in mind that it's like 50 degrees outside and it was the first day of the season that they opened gylll scrambling so the water was freezing!) so I'm drowning shoulder deep, fully clothed with rain boots oh and water rushing at me. I'm trying to grab onto this wall and pull myself closer to the bottom of these falls but I can't find anywhere to grab onto and I'm no where near the instructor trying to grab my hand and pull me to the tree roots. This is where Titanic comes into play. (and yes I did feel like I was in Titanic at this point, just drowning in freezing water). All of a sudden my body goes into shock and I can't breath. So I'm panicking, ready to cry. Then the guy behind me decides I just need a push. So he pushes my shoulders so I go sideways with my shoulders going towards the wall and my legs going the wrong way. Oh and my rain boots start falling off. Most terrifying moment of my life! Anyways eventually I get close enough to the instructor and he pulls me up. Needless to say I was ready to be done at this point but we were barely half way through! The next 45 minutes were spent giving myself pep talks for everything I did, trying not to cry while trying to keep up with the very excited boys that did not care if I fell behind! BAH! Long story short we made it to the end AKA the big waterfall. Which we rock climbed our way to the top of, yes through the water all the way up. At this point I was fed up with this water and I don't think I have ever climbed so fast in my life! I made it to the top of that damn waterfall! Pictures: top right is me, my friend Katie, and Kristin ready for ghyll scrambling, top left was one of the casual climbs,
on the right is our group all at the
top of the waterfall. Apparently other groups were lectured on how they needed to work together...we were not told to do such a thing. So on the left is what we should have looked like (not the whole drowning thing)...and on the right is another group but with the waterfall that we climbed at the end. So that was that experience. If it was just climbing waterfalls I could have done that like a champ but surprisingly I am just not a fan of drowning.After changing every item of clothes, (behind the bus because the bathrooms had not been opened yet for the season) grabbing some lunch and chugging a Baileys hot chocolate I was semi ready to take
After this is was time to load back onto the bus and head back for the night. We had yummy dinners at the hostel complete with huge ice cream sundaes. Then it was an early night to bed because we didn't have much energy left.
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just be lying. Pictures: top left is at Keswick, bottom right is the lake and mountains at Keswick and the bottom left is us at lunch. After another long coach ride we made it back to the manor. It was a fun night of putting a presentation together of how gender stereotypes were portrayed in Victorian art! It was even finished 8 hours before I had to give it which was pretty impressive!Yesterday, (Wednesday) we had another one of our huge British Studies tests, AKA writing for 2 hours strai
ght. But this time instead of taking uHere is where I talk about how home sick I am. Which I am not, so please don't make me come home!!!!!!! Here is the interesting thing though. In my terrorism class we had to pick research topics for our final papers and my topic is justifying Islamic terrorism and suicide bombings (an example is 9/11). Which most of you probably do not get why this is a good topic at all but it's a sociology class so don't judge. But anyways terrorism is the most conflicting topic to study because you don't want people from your own country dieing but you also have to understand the reasoning of why the killing is justified. THEN, newest addition to the topic, this week we started watching a movie that came out called World Trade Center which is about 9/11 and goes in the footsteps of the firefighters and police officers (well so far of what I've seen) and after discussing with my roommates, we realized that we were all in 4th and 5th grade, and we know where we were when it happened but we really had no idea what the buildings were or understood the concept of all of these people dieing. So I may cry for the first time while being over here because of 9/11 and the pain of what my home country had to go through on that day and how it is still affecting us today. While still thinking about my paper and how I have to justify this mass murdering of innocent people. And that it my one deep topic of the day. I apologize if this was a very dramatic blog! But everyday I experience something new and it is crazy! I love it here so much and almost pray that I will get homesick soon so that I want to come home someday!
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