Perserverance and training for the Navy? or a study abroad trip?

Hi everybody...we just got home from Oxford...it was pretty awesome...saw a lot of amazing churches and museums...we took a bus from London to Oxford and that was about an hour and a half trip...then walked around for a bit and got on a different bus to Kelmscott Manor, where William Morris lived. I didn't take my cable for my camera with me to Oxford, so no pictures today! Never fear, I'll be back tomorrow. The trip from Oxford to London took about three hours today...why? Rush hour traffic. To be quite honest, it made me a little queasy...all that stop and go traffic in the top of a double decker bus...not so fun...So if anybody ever asks me if I want to take the bus again, I'll simply reply, no thanks, I'll walk the extra 59 miles.

Here's my favorite quote from the time we were gone though....

Kelsi: Nosebag is kind of like hell, they're just very versatile words.
Alex: That was a very haughty statement.
Austin: I can't wait to not be around English majors all the time.
Kelsi: We're better than philosophy majors.
Tracey: Yeah, they just sit around and pontificate all day.

Ha.

Since I don't have any pictures to fill up all this white space...I'll talk about feelings. I've decided that this trip is somewhat preparing me for my future. What? Yeah, I know, it sounds a little silly...but it really is. Do you really think I want to walk four more hours? No. Do you really think I want to go to one more museum? No. Do you really think I want to be lost all day or soaking wet from the rain? No. But, I do it anyway. Why? Because I have to. And I'm usually really glad I did it. It does no good to be grouchy or complain because it's not going to change anything...I still have to complete the course, I still have to walk to get home, I'm still gonna have blisters and my shoes/socks/pants are still going to be wet...I guess what I'm saying here is that I actually have to work with a group, shut up about whatever I feel (even though everyone feels the same way) and I have to keep on going-endurance. I can't do what I want, when I want..patience...always...I realize this is very small on a scale compared to what I'll endure during the military, but I guess it's a start, right? It's kind of like a game now...a test of perserverance...see how much I can really take...because once I am bothered by about 20 different things...I'm still not to my breaking point...I'm pushing the limits, not giving in and being more hard-headed than you all ever thought possible...So, when I get home, prepare for a no-nonsense Kelsi...and I suppose this is a caveat to all you slacker/destructive types: Out of my way.

And on that note, my "soaking wet-can't feel my eyes-really have to go potty-have blisters on the backs of my feet" self is going home...have a great day everyone!

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flaminko on May 31, 2007 from London, United Kingdom

from the travel blog: 'Ello Guvnah

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