Then he announced he was going to a pub and all were welcome.
Huh. Do I do my assigned reading? Or do I go to the pub?
My rule is when I have the chance to be social, be social; so to the pub I went. Now I'm back in my dorm room with a thick packet, a highlighter, a pen, and a notebook in front of me, and an early class tomorrow.
Whoo! The college life!
Point being, I'm not sure how much free time there will be this week. I'll check in when I can, but rest assured that if you don't hear from me it's because I'm reading an essay about "Fantasy:The Literature of Subversion."
Or I'm at a pub.
One of the two.