class dismissed

I attempted to attend my first class today.  English Literature: Postromantic Materialisms.  Now, class for me starts at 2 pm and goes until 4 pm on Tuesdays.  Thus, I awakened at the sensible hour of 12:30 pm in order to start my day.  I had breakfast/lunch, unlocked the panda, saddled up, and headed over to the MSI building all dressed up and ready to learn.  I left with enough time so I could spare a few minutes to getting lost, stopping to avoid collision with busses and/or other bicycles, or perhaps purchasing an iced coffee.  No obstacles came into my path, however, and I meandered across cobblestone and parked, locked 'er up, and climbed many stairs to arrive in front of 001.08, the site of my first official class at KU Leuven.

I arrived to a closed door with a note scribbled in red pen "POSTROMANTIC MATERIALISMS TO START NEXT WEEK, 29.10.09."  Fail.  So I returned to the huis.  Now I've experienced class cancellation an inordinate amount of times in my day.  But typically I get an email and can roll back into bed again, or worst case scenario I walk back approximately three minutes.  This piece of paper left me all dressed up with no place to go.  Naturally, I decided to take an afternoon nap with the windows open and a cool breeze coming in.  I accomplished that goal, and woke up only when someone came knocking on my door.  My hall received a new resident today, a third year belgian student, who was looking for someone to go grab a drink.  In an effort to assimilate, I joined and sipped on one of my new favorites - the Westmalle Tripel.

Following this excursion, during which I decided it necessary and proper to entertain the small crowd with tales from my childhood, I returned and made dinner.  Translation, I tossed some prosciutto and brie cheese on top of a frozen pizza and cooked it.  This was dinner 1.  Then a polish girl made me her "famous salad," and then the Italians started cooking.  In an effort to assimilate further, I ate with them for dinner 2.5.  Now the Italians are singing along to the Red Hot Chili peppers, and I'm sitting here very full, about to watch a movie.  

What I'm trying to say is that my first day of academic session consisted of sleeping until well past noon, biking around for a while, a nap, a beer, a three course meal and a movie.  

Maybe I'll try class tomorrow.