Sunday, November 20, 2011

Raisin Weekend/ William Wallace

This weekend is what is called Raisin weekend.  It consists of undergrads getting drunk drunk drunk and then on Monday there is a "foam party."  They spray each other with shaving cream while wearing costumes.

Postgrads get in on it too, but I'm not super interested in having an "academic family."  Students get a mom and dad, which makes sense if you are an undergrad.  Kinda a built in buddy system to hang out with.  (I want to pause and say my computer thinks mom is spelt wrong because it wants me to type mum. Ha.) What I am interested in is watching the foam fight.  I am sure it will be funny.

Our new lab mate, Ana, is finally coming on Monday.  She is going to stay with me until  maybe January.  While I am not a huge fan of roommates, I am excited to meet her and have her here.

I never posted about the William Wallace monument.  It is just across the way from Stirling Castle. You have to hike up a STEEP hill.  Once up there, an actor told us the real story of William Wallace.  At the time I could  not pick apart the difference from the stupid Mel Gibson movie, Braveheart.  However, I have since watched a good portion of the movie and its very different.  It was very cool to be standing on top of the hill where the monument is and have the actor point to the river valley where the battle occurred.  And then look the other way and imagine an army of Scots coming down the hills.  Inside the monument you have to walk up 246 steps. 246 exactly.  The stairwell in skinny and steep.  I did get nervous on the way up.  Even though there is only small slits in the walls to see out of, I could feel just how high we were getting, and I got scared.

There are three rooms along the way to the top.  One room contained Wallace's real sword. Now that is just crazy.  His ACTUAL sword.

 

Here are some views from the top.  It was a rare blue skied day.


2 comments:

Lauren said...

Hey now, Braveheart was a great movie! ;) Also, don't you hate winding staircases? We climbed too many in France--not sure how those monks did it. Perhaps they had smaller feet and more muscular legs.

Jenny said...

I so hate them!!! Especially when there is no railing to hold onto.

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