Remembering

11. September. 2001

On this day seven years ago, I walked into my math class at Pine Creek High School for first period.  The seemingly normal day began with a warm up problem and the same guy wandering in, tardy as usual.  Except he walked in and told the teacher he thought we should turn on the news.  This seemed an absurd suggestion until he said a plane had accidentally flown into a building in New York City.  Mrs. Velasquez turned on the television and we watched in silence as the second tower was hit. I remember the news anchors with their hands covering their mouths, at a total loss for words.  It was at this moment it became clear that this was far from accidental.  

September 11th made me feel vulnerable and small.  How quickly an event can change everything.  I remember the tears, the conversations with my friends and family that followed.  Because Colorado Springs is home to the United States Air Force Academy, Peterson Air Force Base, and NORAD, we were considered a likely target should another attack occur.  School was cancelled for a week and a half.  

The BBC is on in Cambibos (my favorite coffee shop in Oxford).  The families of victims are reading the names of their loved ones from a list that is 2,175 people too long.  Realizing that today is September 11th I got the choked up feeling, my heart decided it would relocate to my throat for a moment or two.  

I am thankful everyday that I was born in the United States.  I am grateful (more so now than ever before) that I can vote in the upcoming election.  Thankful for the First Amendment that lets me choose what to believe, and how to believe it.  For my freedom, opportunities, and rights.  Days like this are a great reminder of just how lucky we are.  A great time to tell those whom we love exactly that.  A reminder of all that can be accomplished with love and the notion that nothing is more patriotic than peace.  

Praying for Peace Among Nations and Peace Between Peoples,

kirsten  

These are a Few of My Favorite Things

Pronunciations and Words 

al.u.min.i.um:  add another syllable and this word automatically sounds ten times cooler

la.bor.a.tory:  another delightful new way to say a word

Charlie: ok, it's youtube's fault that I'm obsessed with little British boys named Charlie

Gloucester:  Nope, not Glou-chester like you phonetically read this it's 'glaster' and you have to say it really quickly.  The bus stop is called Gloucester Green, so I quickly learned the error of my ways.  

Mum: it just sounds so much better that mOm.  And I just want to be able to call my mom a mummy.  

Cheers:  it's like thanks, bye, have a good day, see you later!  all in one. 

Baby Bubbles

ok, so it rains everyday.  I packed my umbrella basically as an after thought.  There are some people here though who really have it nice when it rains-babies!  the lucky little boogers have these incredible baby strollers built for serious off-roading adventures AND they have a snapable "bubble" of plastic that covers their strollers.  It's like little space babies and every time it rains I wish that I had by own little bubble of rain free joy.  Do they have these in places like Seattle?  If not, I see an investment opportunity someone needs to capitalize on.  

Appetizers

Thank you Harry Potter dining hall for delighting my pallet on a nightly occasion.  

Figs and Prosciutto

Avocado and Parmesan

Smoked Salmon on Potato Cake

The Radcliffe Camera (pictured above)

This is my favorite library, or I guess my favorite (favourite) part of the 'Bod.' This is where I usually read and write my papers.  They check your bag when you enter and when you leave to make sure you aren't making off with Tolkien's original drawings of the Hobbit.  

The Indian Food

The Indian Garden is also pictured above.  I really enjoy the mirror Taj Mahal. England is the place to come for curry.  Just make sure you don't order the 'ass scorcher.'  

For 10 Pounds you Can Have the Whole Jolly Lot!

It has been a fabulous ten days in Oxford so far! I have been doing so much reading for my classes.  We moved into our rooms at the Jowett Walk Annex.  The rooms are nice singles each with their own bathroom.  

Oxford is magical.  I don't think I have ever seen such green grass everywhere, and it's natural.  Probably because it rains all the time.  I have started carrying my umbrella with me everywhere because the clouds just come flying in and it pours.  I had my first tutorial on Thursday with Dr. Butt (he asked us to call him Dan).  My tutorial is on Rectifying International Injustice.  The topic is quite hefty, but we got into some really interesting discussion.  

British people really struggle with the pronunciation of my name.  The first day of my tutorial my professor kept saying "KUHHH-sten" shouting the first part, it's absolutely hilarious.  He said nobody in England has a name like mine and the way he remembers how to pronounce it is curtain.  So that is my new nickname.  

Balliol

Oxford as a University is made up of 38 individual colleges.  Each college has its very own separate identity.  Balliol's colors are red and blue with two tailed lion on the crest.  We eat "in college" for breakfast and dinner everyday.  The dining hall looks exactly like the great hall in Harry Potter.  J.K. Rowling based Hogworts on Oxford.  12 of us sit at a long table surrounded by life-size portraits of each Headmaster the college has had.  We look funny surrounded by the long tables and the 25 ft. organ. 

The colleges are not open to visitors, which is really cool.  We get to walk up to the gigantic wooden door of Balliol and ring for the porter.  A little door opens inside of the gigantic door and we climb through.  The buildings are covered with vines and ivy and secret gardens.  I've been looking for a secret passageway!  Each college has its own library full of books pertinent to the main subjects of focus at that specific college.   From the street you would never be able to grasp how large each college is, the only thing you can see is the stone wall and the big wooden door.  I'll write a post sometime this week about the Swearing In ceremony we had at the Bodlein Library.  We were sworn in as 'readers' and had to recite an official pledge, to the head of enrollment who was wearing her full robes.  I feel like the only thing missing is my magic wand!

Cheers!

Curtain