Hartley

Once again, despite having nothing whatsoever to say, I will try and create a witty blog entry. I am currently in the library, so as this is what I see, this is what I shall discuss.

The Hartley Library, as it is called, is one of the few brick buildings on campus, and by brick, I mean the front part of the building is brick, there is a new part annexed onto the back that is not brick. It claims to be the largest library in the south of England. My transport and environment professor who is bitter about no longer teacher at Oxford, on the other hand, cannot believe how much smaller it is than the libraries at Oxford but isn't willing to change his lists of references. He is also the professor who is managing to only give two lectures the entire semester, and has pawned the rest of it off. We don't like him much. His nickname is Oxford Brookes.

One other thing that I find a bit odd about the library here is the level of security. To get past the front desk you have to go through a turnstile after presenting your student card. I imagine they will let you in if you are not a student, but the people at the front desk are rather remarkable at managing to ignore the people right in front of them trying to get their attention.

Still working on learning all of the rules to cricket and football. Apparently I have to know them all before going to an actual game. Despite all of my world cup watching, I still can't really figure out what off-sides is. They had to go and change the rules or something (no really, they did). I'm wary of trying to learn rugby, but I saw a poster advertising Southampton's American football team yesterday, so I know it exists.

Should probably get cracking on finishing up my first essay. Sorry for the lack of exciting commentary!