I walked over to Hall for my last breakfast. There weren’t the number of people there as usual, and it seemed a bit sad. I had my egg and croissant and said goodbye to a few classmates. A taxi picked us up and the Porter wished us well.  We weren’t so lucky with the driver,

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I was awakened by the music of the garbage trucks. Since I was up early, I took my recently washed clothes back to the laundry room in the 18th century basement and washed them again without any soap. I had bought detergent from the Porter, which made my clothes smell so artificially chemically floral that I

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I was very brave last night. I went into the bathroom, and on the bathmat was a very, very large black spider. Did I scream? No. I could only rely on my brave self.  I was thinking about the huntsman spiders that my Australian friend Rebecca used to tell me about. Ugh. I managed to

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Got up early to put in a load of laundry. The porters sell detergent and the machines are free. Luckily the laundry was in Peckwater, exactly 1 1/2 minute walk from my digs at Canterbury. Have you ever done laundry in an 18th century basement? Then breakfast. It was still early, and the Cathedral was

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