Sitting in the airport, totally terrified. Chicago to London, bus to Oxford, taxi to Head of the River pub. There is a very nice lady working in the administration department at Oxford who really has my back. She emailed me making sure I had a place to stay tomorrow night, because the dorms don't open until Thursday. Her name is Fiona. With a name like Fiona, how could she not be nice? She also signs her emails with nice things like "looking forward to meeting you" or, especially, "kind regards". At least I have one friend there who wishes me kind regards. Or maybe that's a British thing.
I am trying not to see evil portents and auguries everywhere. For example, crows. There are crows everywhere. It is really hard not to see these birds as bad omens after my Roman seminar last semester, Tacitus has a lot of bird innuendo running throughout his narrative. Looking about for something to distract me from Roman bird symbols: fabulous lady with hack haircut, strands of black plastic bling around her neck, and steely gray cheetah blouse sitting opposite me. Also alligator handbag. Also crimson red talons. She is indeed a distraction. Carmen, take note. We need to compare fashion tragedies in our abroad adventures... I offer her up as my first specimen.
There's my boarding call for Chicago! I'm off!
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