Day 3: 6th September

Had a really odd dream about Robbie giving me milk that was off, to put in my tea. And that people were in my room while I slept, that I had tiny puppies and an argument with someone because she was a primadonna. I swear that all of them must tie in together and that I must blame Robbie.

I awake at 915am to cereal with hot milk - it looks like cornflakes, tasted of unsugared rice krispies. Very odd. Watch a Russian programme about health, with люда's mother (люда works at the same university as I study at, and she has already left to go to work), then get ready, have an odd conversation in the bathroom. Leave the house and get on the metro - the centre seems unfamiliar and I suspect I'm lost, until I realise I'm in the right place - I find uni about an hour before I'm meant to be there, and head to a cafe called the 'парашют' (Parachute). It's decorated with parachutists and Mannequins in parachute wear, yet there is a saloon-type door to get from one bit to the other - it's a very odd layout, but I like it, it's a little dark and people actually SMOKE there, and the waitresses are kind. There I have jasmine tea and lots of Michael Jackson is playing. The rubbishy songs like 'You are not alone', 'smooth criminal' (which is ok, I guess) and 'You and for me' lyrics or something...where are the greats like 'Billie Jean' and 'Earth Song'?!

I head to the university and meet Natasha - the co-ordinator of this year abroad - and Roman in the foyer. I see a few others from the class too, and then head upstairs. It is a really pretty university, the floors are lovely, marble I think?, and it is decorated modestly. Instantly I realise that the corridors all look the same (much like Durham langauges department) and I realise, it will not be long before I get lost here. In one of the rooms, we are given our timetables - 9hours a week- not fantastic but oh well - and I find that I'm teaching a class of english students too - I'm teaching on friday afternoon, my final lesson of the week which is quite refreshing. Bit scared, as I have not taught before, but then I realise that I have the upper hand - I am teaching and it is my language, so ha. Although they might turn on me...hm. Take a load of dreadful photos for registration, sign lots of shit that I don't know for what I'm signing - I may have just signed away a kidney or something - registration on wednesday, given passes etc...

I go for a little wander, as I plan to meet Hugo and Alex a bit later..get lost up some street. Again. Sit anywhere, find a place to sit and get your bearings, you eejit. I sit somewhere for lunch - a place where I eat chicken stew or something, with ptato, then meet them for a milkshake and head with Hugo to get Harry Potter books, in Russian, to translate. Weyy. Tube back, TV, bed...