Trinity Term

So I moved into my new flat on Friday. I am living with two girls who just arrived for Trinity term, Teri and Clothilde, who both go to UMass. Rob is our fourth flatmate. He is a British graduate student studying maths, and he has been living in this apartment all year. They all seem like great people. Clothilde is a classic Bostonian, and it's kind of hilarious. The flat is pretty nice. Not the best, but it'll work out. Ted, a boy who was here for last term, has been chilling here until his flight in a few days, so we've had an extra roommate staying in our living room. It's been fun having him around, and it's going to be kind of weird to see him leave since he seems like a fifth roommate at this point. This group has such a different dynamic than the Wilson Place crew, and it'll be neat to have a different experience this term. I miss those guys though. Karl and I have been trying to get together, but it just isn't happening easily. It was so nice to just live a few meters away from the guys. But it's nice to have more people in my own house too. It got lonely when Amanda was away.

I met with both of my tutors today. And I love them to death. Sam Thompson is my Shakespeare tutor. He is about thirty, and he just finished his doctorate. He seems like he is going to be able to teach me a lot, am I'm excited to read all of the obscure plays that I would never do on my own. He liked my essay, so that was good to hear, and we had a better discussion than I ever had with Gareth or Rob. It was just more two-sided than it ever was last term, so that is good.

After my meeting with Sam, I wandered over to Dr. Hurst's house. His wife answered the door, and was absolutely adorable. She asked for my name, and then she brought me into the study that was stock full of books. Books on the shelves, on the tables, on the floor. It was amazing. Then Mrs. Hurst introduced me, and then asked me of what origin my surname was. And Dr. Hurst immediately said, "it's Hungarian, of course". And so I said, yes, and went into my family history. And then Mrs. Hurst brought me tea and some biscuits. And Dr. Hurst and I chatted about random things and about what we were going to study this term. He is probably 85 years old, and absolutely adorable. And he's probably the smartest person I have ever spoken with. He just has so much wisdom crammed in that head of his. I told him that my parents lived in New Hampshire and that I went to school in Ohio, and he said "oh, so you must have grown up in Ohio?" I am guessing he could tell from my accent or something. I don't know. He spent a year at Bowdoin in Maine and some time at "Harvard, of course".. hilarious. Then in the end, he got my phone number (because he doesn't use e-mail) and he guessed at the spelling of Gerseny.. and he put a "z" in it. How funny is that? He knows his Hungarian, apparently. Anyway, I think that he is great and I love his cluttered house and his Swiss wife, and I am very excited for this term. I am going to learn everything there is to know about the Tudors and Shakespeare. Yay learning.