Life of a Cambridge Soul

4 August 2013

It is nice to spend relaxing weekends in Cambridge. Cambridge really is a unique place. The other day as I was reading back through my blog, I realized that I have not done a very good job relaying what I do most of my time here at University. It seems as if I only like to write about the things I do outside of my daily routine, like trips on the weekend, plays, and the latest entertainment. Most of my time has been spent here in Cambridge, going to class, studying in the library, and chatting with people from all around the world.

Typically my day begins with class at 9. There are so many incredible classes offered here that I usually find myself sitting in some class that I am not registered for learning about shakespeare, art, business, or whatever else seems interesting. Right now I am officially registered for Business Creativity and Innovation (which ended last week), European History, and my Business Model supervision. I am auditing (as in doing all the work without receiving credit) The Marriage of Spirit and Matter and Travel Writing. At my leisure I am also sitting in on Shakespeare and Real Estate Modeling and Forecasting. That is a lot of classes, so I constantly find myself with much more to do than I ever have time for.

Dining is a much bigger deal here than it is in the states. It is considered rude to walk down the street with a yogurt or a breakfast burrito in your hand. If you choose to do so you will get stares from EVERYONE, and you will be deemed as a disrespectful American. Simply eating is unacceptable, dining is expected. The time spent at the table is less about eating and more about a time to exchange knowledge with friends and strangers. It is a time to learn for others, to glean new information that you never knew before. There is just something about being in nature with just you and your mind zooming along at one hundred miles a minute.

Often I will go with friends to Granchester Meadows, visit a museum, go to a play, or simply walk through Cambridge. The dance clubs are really fun, and there are a lot of cute cafes to escape the hustle of the University life. The Formal Halls offered nearly every week are spectacular, and are a place where I have been able to have some great discussions with strangers. Student life here is different than student life anywhere else around the globe…I don’t know how to explain it.

Our dining times are from 8-10, 12-2, and 5-7 for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. These are times when you are expected to forget all your academic duties and discuss life with the people around you. Until I came to England I never imagined I would be one to sit down for an extended period of time and simply chat with someone I never knew previously, yet I have learned more from those precious moments than in the classroom.

So after morning classes and the end of lunch I either attend afternoon classes or go to the library to complete readings and writings that are due for my classes. In the beginning I frequently found myself in Kings LIbrary, yet recently I have enjoyed the smaller more quant library at Pembroke College. They are both wonderful places to study, but with completely different atmospheres. Every once and a while I will stray away from the typical, and find myself with my books in Kings College Gardens, one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.

The evening ends usually with me finding someone to stop and talk with on my way home from the library. Whether it is Dr. Kerry, an Italian, Chinese, Egyptian, Berkley or BYU student, I always learn something new. I never arrive home when I plan to, for I always find something else to do or someone new to talk to. That is the beauty of Cambridge.

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