The Week in Review

Well, I've been here exactly a week. Wow! It seems like I've been here ages in some ways, but in others it feels like I just stepped off the plane. I feel right at home with all my old mates...I just wish the bus system and I were on as good terms. I have managed to get lost a 'few' times. Hah! So what's been going on...
Last Wednesday, I moved into my old flat and got a few things settled before I headed into the city centre for Uncut (the student and young adult Destiny Church ministry). It was a powerful time of prayer and a great word about extending our faith. Andrew Owen, pastor of Destiny Glasgow, actually gave many people words over their lives. Mine was spot-on; the pastor at my church in Rocky Mount, when he prayed over me before leaving, mentioned that I would be like an 'arrow hitting the target', and Andrew prayed the  EXACT SAME THING over me on Wednesday. Chills, eh?

The rest of the week has consisted of unpacking and tidying, catching up with friends, working with the Destiny GO team on Strathclyde's campus--helped students move in on Saturday, and chatted with students at the Fresher's fair on Monday--and trying to register. I'll leave you with a story about Strathclyde's, er, interesting, registration process, and some photos of the week...

Since I'm an international student, I can't register online. S-clyde has a 2-part reg. system; first, you register to put yourself in the actual system, then you go online and sign up for classes. I queued up on Monday, and long story short, didn't get the chance to register because there were too many people. I arrived pretty shortly after the reg. hall opened on Tuesday, and the queue was already round the block. Finally, I got to the front of the outside queue (there was another one inside), and had some questions about my form, which didn't have an adviser listed. No one knew the answers, so a student ambassador grabbed the head of registrations, and she moved me to the very FRONT of the entire second queue. I was thinking, 'Thank you, God!' at this point, as I had already been waiting 45 min and would have surely waited another hour to even be seen. It was quite funny as she took me down a back corridor and told me several times that she was 'only doing this because something was wrong with my form'. The security guards made sure to tell me to 'keep quiet and don't tell anyone about this preferential treatment' with a laugh. I got registered yet still haven't gotten my actual classes straight yet. They redirected me to another building to see the English Studies department. I wandered around various floors because they had moved the dept. to another floor, yet hadn't changed the signs, and then, once I had reached the right floor, realised that no one was there. Oh well. We have a postgraduate reception tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll figure it out then.  I'll be sure to keep you updated!
Love,
C  x

My flat! 

View out my window

  

Jack, who my flatmate and I are cat-sitting.  Amiably called 'Pirate Jack', especially when he nips at your feet and tries to bite your shoelaces. Going to miss him when he goes...but not going to miss his moaning at my door at half 4 a.m. so he can jump onto my windowsill.