Posts From England

Sitting in a computer lab at Regent's College in beautiful London, UK listening to the soundtrack to "Across the Universe" refusing to be brought down by the keyboard that is a little different than the one in the states. The keys are a bit smaller, and I have giant man hands.

One of the people on the trip got sent home this morning. He had been threatening a bunch of the people on the trip. Not with harm, just kin d of had a threatening way about him, if you understand what I'm saying. Generality is the death of art, so I'm going to get specific because I've been asked to.

I don't like him. I'm not going to make a secret about that. He was annoying. He got on my nerves. He said things at inappropriate times. K'Fain had already warned me about him because she had had a class with him.

He's a compulsive liar. In the seven days he was here, he claimed to be able to play the organ, wanted to do advanced research in stem cells and curing cancer, that he was advanced in the martial arts, and that he was an advanced hacker. The last of these I know to be false. He was talking about C++ and other older programs. Instead of talking about any sort of new programming languages or anything like that. I said Python to him and his face glazed over.

We called him Werthers after the knack he had in World Lit for coming in late, eating noisy candy, and generally being rude. K'Fain says he has a Napoleon complex. I think he likes to be the center of attention at all times.

At several points, he would lay on girls, touch their arms, hug them...many had to tell them that he did not have the place to invade their personal space like that. Classy.

Let's see...he also slept through all discussions and stayed up all night. This is class.