Classes

This is the castle that lives next door to me. For about a week I thought it was another dorm and was pissed that I got jipped from living in a castle. Luckily, there are only offices in it. This is on my way to class for my first day of school!
It takes roughly 25 minutes to walk to campus. All the while passing bakeries and coffee shops that I am tempted to go into because I never wake up in time for breakfast.

My first class is Quantitative Research Methods in Business. Or what we would call "Stats" in the States. I get there early and sit in the third row. My professor comes up to me and asks if I have the slide printout. I say no (because I don't have a printer and I'm just fine at taking notes, thank you very much) and he says "well, you'll be at a great disadvantage" and walks away. I'm thinking "What a jerk!" until he comes back with the print out of the lecture... He begins class by explaining that he is only the course organizer and will therefore not be teaching at all, and good thing for us because he hates students and likes to see them in pain. He gives us the general overview of the class before he turns it over to the actual professor to start lecture. But before he does, he shows us the statistical monster (see below) and promptly SCREAMS into his microphone like something straight out of "Where the Wild Things Are." I was terrified. Then he said that he hoped to not see any of us again and walked out of the room. What have I gotten myself into?!


Luckily, my actual professor is a nice woman from somewhere with a strange accent. She doesn't speak English very well or very quickly. Lecture takes about 13 hours.
My next lecture was Organizational Studies. Or Management. It is the most disorganized thing I've ever seen. It's Wednesday and we still have yet to see the sign up for our tutorials that should start next week. She's stressing me out.
So after class and a long walk home, I made Widya and Aidan and Robert go hike with me.
The boys needed to climb trees before we could go.

We went on the other side of Arthur's Seat because we're getting a little bored with that hike and watched the sunset from the top.

You can see the castle in the upper right hand corner.
My class on Tuesday was History of Medieval Scotland. It it going to be amazing. Not only are we learning about all sorts of great medieval Scottish things, but we're going on class trips to the castles and other such places.
Before I forget, I wanted to comment on the fact that the grading scale is atrocious. A 70-100% is an A. A 60-69% is a B. Etc. Except in all sorts of random segments of numbers. A passing grade is 40%. I'm still a little confused about it as well. And there is one midterm paper and a final exam. And that's it. I'm terrified, to say the least.
Alright, back to studying!