Turns out the induction was Powerpoint followed by tea and cookies. Boring! I was hoping there'd at least be drums....

But I got an email with a bunch of my course information! Almost everything I need to know to begin classes! Almost. There appears to be a course I need to take this semester, Research Methods in the School of Humanities, that I have no info on. So I'm going to seek that out tomorrow. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'll do it! Tomorrow! (Oh, seventh-grade musical theater.) But I emailed my tutor (we Americans would call it an advisor) to ask if we could meet to talk about some of the expectations for the program and make sure I understand them. For instance, it looks like I might only have two hours of classtime a week this term. What am I supposed to do for the rest of the time? And our reading list is really long, but things aren't assingned for specific days. Am I responsible for reading the whole list over the course of the term? That would certainly keep me busy. Also, there seem to be no papers or any assignments until a 3-hour exam in January after the winter break. Yikes! Can we say yikes? I certainly can!

But when I was wandering the halls of the Art Building looking for info, I met a very nice English (in two ways) professor who was cleaning out his office so his rug could be cleaned. He asked me if I was Dutch. I said no. He gave me two books on Samuel Johnson. (The exchange had more to it and actually made a lot of sense and was very pleasant, but it's funnier when I just put it like that.)