Back to the town, by the looks of it South Bend is a standard small town out in the middle-of-nowhere-USA. Sounds like I should take a few hobbies with me to fill the time. Although Chicago is only ~an hours drive away and is described by one person as 'a mix between London and New York'. Sounds pretty interesting I say. Looks like I'm going to have to make good friends with some people who have cars. Either that or get a Motorbike. I wouldn't mind riding a motorbike. I could pull off that whole bad boy 'make my own rules' look. While I'm on the bike anyway and not talking to anyone. Hopefully they're cheap out there.
That's a good point actually, when I do open my mouth and start talking what are these people really going to act like around me. Is it true they go mad for the British accent? In some places maybe, I bet I end up in the place where they hate outsiders. Either way my ex used to tell me when she lived in Boston she put on an American accent occasionally so she wasn't bothered while doing menial tasks. I'm going to have to work on mine before I head out there. I can be James Bond one minute and average Joe the next. They won't know what hit 'em.
I could change my entire persona in fact. I've always liked the name Theodore. I should just tell them that's my real name. That Jonny is just a 'British stage' name. I could be 'Theo that British guy' around campus. I haven't tried it out yet but something tells me if people genuinely thought that was my name and called me so I'd probably have to start hiding a stiffy everywhere I went. Maybe we'll save Theodore for the ladies. Good old American ladies. I wonder what they're like.
Now drinking is going to be annoying. I don't turn 21 until August the 15th and America seems to have some problems with giving people liberty. I guess one trick is to scratch off the 1 in 15/08/1990 on my driving license and try and place the old date format game. Even though every other date on my driving license has a date which is clearly dd/mm/yyyy, like 21-01-10 for example. Gonna need a lot of scratching. Even better idea in fact, find out where my old passport is and deface the hell out of it. Trick here I think is to make my age 22 instead of 21. Every Tom, Dick and Harry with their fake IDs are going to try and pass off as 21, if I go and walk in with a British form of documentation stating I am actually the prestigious age of 22 then I am a shoo-in. But I'll have to get back to you on this one. Probably just get a fake ID. Where the hell do you get a fake ID anyway? A fake ID photo booth?
But back to the Campus. The Campus itself is quite nice. Built by French Monks apparently (explains the name) so big nice buildings. It's all Catholic by the way, Catholic buildings, Catholic people, Catholic Catholics. I went to a Catholic school and was baptised and all that snizz, but hell this is going to test me. They may not be that bad. I may be making a fuzz over nothing. But imagine being told not to curse, or use the lords name in vain every corner I turned. I would not make many friends quickly. I'm sure i can find some kool kats out there though. Crash some parties etc. Do the whole Sean Connery 'Nice party, shame I wasn't invited' thing. How can they say no? I hope playing the British card will do as much for me as I'm making myself believe.
Ooo first good thing I've learnt about the Campus. They have a pub on it (it will soon be my second home) where on the Monday hot dogs are $1 and pints are $2. I will have to seduce the barman/befriend the barman for I have to get served there. If I can't even get served on the campus pub then I might as well give up alcohol and adopt some crappy healthy lifestyle. And we all know that that is not good for anyone.
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