About
once a week my Aunt Catherine calls me up to check in on me and ask how
lectures are going and how I am doing on a whole. You see my Aunt and Uncle
live here in Oxford, which is why calling me is something that they can financially
due unlike anyone who calls me from the states.
Which
takes me off topic for a moment. Firday some friends and I were at a pub for
dinner. We were all laughing and talking and having a lot of fun when my phone
starts to ring. Slightly confused because I’m with pretty much all the people
who ever text or call me and my Aunt usually calls during the day, so I pulled
out my phone. It was my mother’s American phone that was calling me. I
immediately began to panic, which caused me not to answer in time for me to
pick up the call. I got up from the table and went outside and tried to call
her back, no answer. More and more worried because we had decided early on that
I wasn’t going to call the states and if I did it would only be in a dire
emergency. So, I was freaking out. After not being able to reach my mom I went
back inside and told everyone I would have to go back to the flat and Skype
her. I was in a panic, it was pretty clear on my face. Cleverly on my friends
part he just looked at me and said in probably the most calming voice I have
ever heard, “Here, take my coat and just go stand right there. I will watch you
from here.” I nodded, took his coat and went outside. Standing out in the rain,
thankfully shielded by a hood, which I was not so lucky to have on the walk
over here, I reached my mother. Although I was calmer there was still a bit of
panic in my voice when I said hello when she answered the phone. “Hi mom?”
“Yeah Honey, what’s up?” “Well you called me…” “Oh I did? Well I’m sorry; I
must have just but dialled you. I hope you’re having fun talk to you later!”. No
big deal. She just but dialled me. Thank you mother for send me into a panic. I
walked back in and give my friend back his coat and shook my head and said it
was just an accident. Just an accident, still sent me into a panic though, I
had come up with some of the worst possible scenarios for why my mother was
calling me, but no, it was just an accident.
So,
back to my Aunt. Earlier in the week she had called me up to check in on me and
invite me to dinner. Now, once I get something in my head it becomes very hard
to eradicate, so for some reason I had convinced myself that Lexi and I were
going to Liverpool this weekend. When my Aunt called me on Monday and asked me
how I was and if I wanted to come over for dinner. So I told her, “Well I am
going to Liverpool on Friday and getting back late on Saturday night, but I
could do Sunday.” Sunday night at seven was planned. I was in for a shock
however when I walked into Dr. Forsyth’s class, saw Lexi and proclaimed, “Are
you excited for Liverpool this weekend?” Her face went white as a sheet and she
said, “No that would be next weekend, I’m going to Italy this weekend, did you
book the right tickets?” I paused for a moment. Oh. She was right it was next
weekend. Egg on face, I had been telling everyone I was going to Liverpool this
weekend.
Most
of Sunday during the day was filled with homework. I have a group presentation
due on Tuesday for my film lecture and the people in my group have been far
less than easy to get together. And when we did finally get together we got no
work done and ended up pushing really getting into the work until Monday at
one, yeah, the day before we present. I think group presentations are more to
see how patient people really are and how much they can take before they snap.
Around
six my Aunt called me and told me my Uncle (My mom’s brother) would be around
to pick me up within the next half hour. Since I was ready I just sat in the
kitchen with its new wood floors and Skyped, my best friend from home, Camryn. Now,
when we Skype we can get kind of crazy. Basically we passed the time by playing
Beyoncé’s “Countdown” and dancing to it in front of the webcam. Yeah, we had a
straight three-minute dance session despite the fact that we are on opposite
sides of the world. Only after we were done I realized the curtains were open
and someone probably walked by and saw what probably appeared to them as some
girl having a seizure in front of a computer screen.
Once
the song was over and me and Camryn were just sitting there laughing I grabbed
my coat, told Camryn goodbye and walked out the back door of my flat onto the
slightly damp grass and made my way up the road where I promptly met my uncle
in his tiny, black, VW. My Uncle is such a funny man, very tall, very monotone,
and very intelligent. Sometimes you can’t help it when your eyes glaze over
while he is talking, but don’t get me wrong he is a very sweet man.
Dinner
was kind of quite, my aunt asked me how everything was going while I did my
best not scarf down the first really good meal I have had in ages. It was a
baked potato, beef strips, and this been and vegetable medley, with an apple
crumble and custard for desert. I should
have one a medal for eating that mouth watering meal politely while making
conversation. They asked me all the questions that parents normal ask and I
watched their mouths drop as I recounted the mould story to them. Once I had
finished and told them that the new room were much nicer and slightly bigger my
Aunt just said, “Well that’s good, those other rooms were much to small for a
person anyway.”
The
night and the week ended with a good meal and nice visit with nice people, what
a better way to start off the new week?
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