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: Yessss!!! After much perseverance I am now enrolled in all the classes I wanted for next quarter. Except for French, because apparantly I havn't completed the prerequists, but really I have, they just don't know it yet. I am enrolled in French 1 to hold the place in my schedule. I'm sure the French department will understand the silliness of that! I really need to start taking French again this quarter because it's already been 9 months and I'm getting a bit rusty, despite attempts to keep my French usable by holidays in France and other French speaking countries (another one coming up soon!).

Laura and I went to see Windsor Castle, which was very impressive. Windsor and Eton are pretty much the same town (but neither of us knew, which is kinda silly because Laura went to the Eton open day with her English family, and its kinda hard to miss a castle that big when it is on a hill right in front of you. still, I guess if you dont know what to look for...) so we went there, too. Laura gave me a mini tour and we climbed on The Wall. It was all very Hogwarts-esque, with houses and headmasters and prefects and young children running around, but I guess that's just the British public school system.We kept half expecting to run into her cousin, too, but we didn't. We also ate lots of yummy traditional English food (yes, it can be good!), saw Sir Christopher Wren's house from the outside, ran away from scary geese, and wandered around. Very cute and very pituresque.

"But Rachel, no one wants to take the classes you need."- Laura, on my registration problems. She's right, there's only 8 people in the French class I need. Apparantly the reason we get along so well is that I'm a Piecses (sp?).

: At the request of certain family members, I have decided to publish a Christmas wish list of things I need. Here it (so far) is:

Socks.

I have about 5 socks that have no mate, and another 5 pairs that have holes in them which will be abondoned in London. Leaving me with... approx. none. Maybe I will go hunt in the laundry room to see if any of my socks have escaped to there. Ten points to the first person who tells me WHO ELSE wishes for socks for Christmas!


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