So Tuesday was supposed to be school's day, where everyone goes to thier school and registers for modules (British for classes). Yeah, I didn't have to do that. So I attempted to find the place to turn in my room sheet status thing-a-ma-bob. And failed twice. I officially registered as a student. I went to cream tea at the Catholic Chaplancy at 4 and met some more very nice people. There were some people there that I had met the night before. Jason, one of the ecumenical officers, explained to be about cream tea. The British have this stuff called clotted cream. We don't have any kind of equivolent to it in the states. It's kind of like whipped cream only more dense and a yellow color and different. So there is a debate between Devon (where I live) and Cornwall (the end of the tail of England, our neighbors) as to which goes on the scone (more like a biscut in American standards) first, the jam or the crea. If you are from Cornwall the cream goes down first. If you are from Devon the jam goes down first. Jason suggested that I try it both ways seeing that a scone, when cut in half, has to sides. So I did just that. I have to say that you can taste more of the cream if it is on top. And it doesn't taste half bad. So I am a Devon cream tea person. I guess that in some ways I'm fitting in just fine. I also met some more English people and a Frenchman. He reminded me of Solomon Davis in face, but Matt Hulstein in every other way. He was very nice.
Before cream tea, I felt that I was starting to have one of those periods where I was going to miss home and maybe, shockingly, cry. So I took Dr. Faustus (which I should have red for Dr. Bob's class and didn't so I have to read it now for my class) into the living room, which adjoins the kitchen, and sat down to read. My neighbor Jasmine, came in and started to make herself afternoon tea. She asked me if I would like some too. I said yes. So we had tea together. She is studying Banking of some sort, is from India, and is very nice. That was just what I needed when I needed it. If there has been anything, since I have been here, to remind me that God is looking out for me, it was this.
Last evening I went to and ECU, Evangelical Christian Union, event. I was like a contemporary Christian service and really nice. But I think that it is mostly aimed at undergratuates. So I don't know what to think about that yet. I met Joe there, who filled me in on some of the churches in town. He said there were some that were heavily student, and others that weren't. Some that were more charismatic then others. There is a group of people on Sunday morning that are going to take students to a church and you can try one out. So I think that will be the way to go on Sunday. They should help me find a church that might suit my wants. But it was a good night.
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