The Naked One In The Window.

Unlike most of you, I was assigned a living arrangement that is somewhat secluded from the larger group. Instead of living in the Trinity dorms with the wood paneling and fire places, I am living right above the Porters office. Yup, basically on the streets... Come visit next time you walk out of the gates! My room in comparison to yours is uninteresting and boring, especially when you are waking up to fireplaces and I wake up to the pounding of street construction circa 6 am. 

Since I don't get wireless in my room I had to buy an Ethernet cord in order to stay in touch with the rest of the world. Let's be real here though, I'm checking facebook more than I'm checking the news. My Ethernet outlet is strategically placed in the most inconvenient place in the room. This doesn't really surprise me though because things like this happen to me all the time. In order to connect to the world wide web, I have to:

1. Sprawl out on the floor.

2. Crawl around essentially a corner the size of a mouse hole

3. Plug the cord in

4. Lay on the floor in front of the sink with my computer pointing at a 90 degree angle so I can get a good signal

It's quite a task really, almost a small workout.

On one of these perticular days while I was doing work (aka facebook stalking all of you fine people) I happened to glance out my window to the top of the building directly across the street. So, it came to my surprise when I saw a nude man standing on it. Yes, completely naked. Like, was he going to jump? Am I hallucinating? Is this a prank? So in my frazzled state I raced across the hallway and pounded on my neighbors door until she awoke from her slumber. 

She told me it was just a statue. 

If you guys haven't had the pleasure of viewing this spectacle, I suggest you check it out the next time you are outside. Another advantage to my living situation other than the naked man statue is the fact that I get to make friends with thousands of tourists every day. Literally. The big red bus that tours Oxford stops in front of my window around 2-3 times daily, always with new friendly faces. So, if you were on that big red bus today around 5 pm, you probably saw the half naked person in the window. I started to get ready to take a shower when to my horror I realize the shades are open and there is a bus brimming with tourists parked directly in front of my window. Frantically I rushed to clothes the blinds hoping they didn't "sight see" anything in my room. It was a panicked moment. I think I was safe though, so let out a sigh of relief!

Then, this got me thinking. I have been having that someone just saw me naked panicked feeling a lot lately, except my clothes are on. So what could it be from? Oh...only about a million things. I feel like I am constantly running around unsure of what I'm doing here. Both scholarly and socially. Am I making friends with everyone? Am I understanding the material? Do my teachers like me? Worse, do they hate me? Do I not talk enough? Or Do I talk too much? Does everyone want to kill me because this is getting so long?

After traveling this weekend and feeling my way through London, I am starting to think we probably all have the same someone just saw me naked panicked feeling. None of us know what we are doing and its comforting on some level to feel a sense of comradery (spelling?)  in the unknown. So, to quote a film of epic notoriety, "We're All in This Together". If you don't know what that's from, go net flix High School Musical and enjoy yourself some Zac Effron.