Pitt Rivers

Normally when I am told that I have to get up early to go to a museum I am never very pleased. First off about getting up early  (look I am only just in sentence two and I am already complaining about my sleep patterns.)and secondly because nine times out of ten museums can be really, incredibly, boring. I mean you go with school, the keep you there entirely to long and make you do ridiculous amounts of worksheets so the entire time you are to busy trying to find the Norwegian dinosaur and who dug it then actually enjoying the museum. No, Saturday wasn’t like that, I was actually excited to venture to this museum.

Cassie, for her anthropology class, had to go and visit the Pitt Rivers museum. So, she tried to rope as many people as she could to go see it with her. Now she didn’t have to do anything once she got there she just had to look around and see all there was to see. If we really all stayed in there to see all there was see I think we could have been there for a year. Exaggeration? Eh, not quite. This place wasn’t very big, really just two rooms and three stories but it was packed. Everything about the world was in there and it was all just kind of shoved together making it really hard not to have any awkward encounters with people who you would try to walk by.

All in all the museum was really fascinating and the three hours I spent three didn’t feel at all like three hours, well at least till the end. As we were leaving the museum my contact started to bother me and then a few seconds later, plop, out it came. Luckily I come semi-prepared meaning I had a case with some contact solution in it ready to go, but not fully prepared, I did not have my glasses with me so the fun times of walking around with one contact in, only being able to see out of one eye came rolling in.

It would have been fine if we had just gone straight to the flat but we weren’t. Earlier in the day we had made plans to get food at some point and since it was now about five o’clock and everyone’s tummies were rumbling we chose to walk over to the turf tavern for some fish and chips. Part of me wanted to go back, I was cold, couldn’t really see and I had a slight headache starting to form, but I was also hungry and everyone was excited about The Turf so I didn’t say anything and just started going with everyone else to the pub.

Due to Oxford University graduation that day the place was packed and on this cold and getting colder night it was natural that all the tables inside were taken and the only ones left were outside. Granted these tables were under a heater but I tend to keep my coat on even when I am inside and the heater really didn’t make too much off a difference. The good thing was the food was really good and we left right on time so that when we got to the bus stop the U1 was only 5 minutes away and our time waiting in the cold was greatly diminished.

By the time we go on the bus my head was killing me, it was of course because I had been walking around only able to see clearly out of one eye and the other one was desperately trying to catch up so when it was suggested that we go to a fair down the road for Guy Fawkes Day I quickly declined, I was already cold enough. My response was met with some “Aw are you sure?” to which I replied, “Yeah, I just have way to much to do.”

Back in my flat I just plopped down on my bed, watch an episode of Fringe (I have just recently become addicted to this show, honestly it is just absolutely fantastic) and then forced my self up to begin working on my Art essay and my essay critiques. The night was concluded with some work done but mostly with me having migrated into the kitchen when I had heard that everyone was back from the fair. I sat and chatted, my headache having disappeared about an hour ago, my glasses sitting on my nose; to my embarrassment, my day ended the way it always seems to, with a smile on my face and good conversation amongst friends.