Day 4

Seeing as it is a Saturday before my classes have even begun, not much really happened today. So I will start with last night. I went clubbing with the girls of Marley House floor 2. It was certainly a new experience. When girls dress up in Newcastle to go out they wear very little clothing at all. I tried my best to dress club-worthy while still remaining in enough clothing to feel comfortable, especially since it is a bit chilly outside. We started off getting our stamps and reduced price for the club because of being on the guest list, then we made our way over to one of the local bars to hang out until the club opened. Getting into the bars was pretty fun. The bouncers looked at my I.D. and said "What is this? Are you from the States?" to which I nodded. So they decided to pick on me and the fact that I'm not old enough to get into bars in the U.S. Then we went in, sat down, and listened to some music while some girls bought drinks. When we made it over to the club at 11:00 PM ish, we got to skip the "que" or line because of our stamps. Then, it was just a lot of dancing.. and a fair amount of getting drinks spilt on me, which I was told I'd get used to, though I, of all people, will never get used to such a thing. One of the girls said "I can't wait to tell my friends I know an American." She also expressed her shock that it was my first time clubbing because I "have got the moves down." I guess my dancing is club-worthy then. Later, I was introduced to the girl-code-of-clubs. There are certain looks a girl can give meaning "help me get away from this guy" or "is he cute?" when you feel a guy dancing on you. I had no need to used these codes because I've pretty much figured out how to get away, however, one of the girls needed help getting away from a guy who actually grabbed her and pulled her towards him. No worries though, I saved her from him. I also put myself between her and another guy who would not leave her alone. It feels a bit like a sisterhood, abiding by the code. I did get asked to dance a few times, to which I would shake my head no.  Then they would insist I do or ask why, to which I would shout three time before they could hear me over the music that I am happily taken. There was one guy who continued after this, "Well, he's not here.." So the girls stepped in to help: "she's got a boyfriend, backoff." I am so thankful for the sisterhood. Of course, I was also told by one of the girls "Do not talk. They will know you are American and Newcastle boys will jump all over you." I did as instructed, talking as little as possible. But it didn't matter, when introduced to one of the girl's guys, all I said was "Hi" and he instantly said "You're American!" Lesson learned: not a word will come out of my mouth at the club. Thank you for the American women stereotype as being a "slag" or slut.
Overall, dancing with the girls was fun, yet exhausting. I am still tired. Which is why I spent my day reading magazines, watching Harry Potter, and skyping my friends and family. It was a good thing I went to the store this week and bought plenty of food... oh wait, someone stole some of my pasta out of the fridge in the shared kitchen. I was too scared to eat what remained, so instead I spit in it and mixed it in. Enjoy, thief :)

Sorry for the lack of pictures, however, I pulled another push door today..