After four days of craziness, I think I'm finally pretty much settled into my dorm (New Hall), just a twenty (ugg) minute walk from the heart of St. Andrew's.
We started off with a pretty long trip from Atlanta to St. Andrews. I passed the time by catching up on some trashy movies: Valentines Day, Avatar, and The Backup Plan. We spent five hours in the Gatwick airport in London (basically a huge mall with airplanes flying out periodically). I had my first hula-hooping lesson from Emily (another Bobby Jones Scholar). And then hopped on a final plane to Edinburgh, Scotland. By the end of the trip, I felt like Lady Gaga at the VMAs, what with all the change of clothes I had gone through by the end of my journey.
Aside from the boring matriculation stuff, I experienced my first Ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee), which is like the Scottish version of a how-down (substitute jeans for kilts and fiddles for an accordion); taste tested all of the traditional scottish foods (I'm ashamed to say that I enjoyed haggis); went on a pub crawl tied to a complete stranger; and won ten pounds speed dating at the union.

I tried my hand at a variety of English sports at the "Give it a go" fayre (yeah, fayre! just wait until we get to shoppe). I realized quickly that polo would not be my forte; or I could play "back" on the rugby team; or a serve as a batsman on the cricket team. But then I went over to the golf course to meet with the Golfsoc (pro: Golf-sock), where I fell in love with the wood paneled driving range and the amazing landscape of the "old course." So I think I'm gonna stick with that.
I'm gonna leave you all with a little intro to Scotland, brought to you by Danny Bhoy. Cheers.
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