You Don't Have to Believe Me: A Mixed Bag

This is list of the things that I find inconvenient:
Meal Times: Breakfast: 8.15-9.00 / Lunch: 12.50-1.20 / Dinner: 6.30-7.00 (And they’re serious. I came three minutes late once and they were like, “We’re closed.")

That they have student kitchens on every floor but only turn the stoves on during the weekend.
That I've always understood "academic advisor" to mean someone with whom you establish some sort of ongoing relationship--someone who knows your name and what you're interested in and who may offer you advice (or even better, a cup of very-chocolaty hot chocolate) when you are in the midst of your own personal apocalypse. Or, at the very least, someone who will do their best to get you through the year in one relatively not-miserable and academically-solvent piece, because, you know, it's their job.
That here, an "advising appointment" means waiting forty minutes in a room of 100 people for three minutes at a computer with someone from your department who enters your student ID, asks you what classes you want to take, clicks them, says “Good Luck,” then sends you on your way.
That I don’t even remember the woman’s name.
That, despite this having happened almost a week ago, it still bothers me.
Knowing that it bothers me because I’m kind of lonely and I miss Yale’s hand-holding and cheesy ice-breaker games and awkward/funny pizza-picnic lunches with Dean Silverman and the FPC kids.
The exchange rate.
How hard it is to find a part-time job here.
Not knowing my UK phone number by heart and having to check before filling out forms.
Expensive umbrellas you know are going to get blown inside out by the wind.
Obscenely expensive though sturdy golf umbrellas.
Being too cheap to buy an umbrella.
Getting hailed on. Twice. In one day. Without an umbrella.
That Hulu doesn’t work outside the US.
That the professor for Aspects of Modern Fiction sent out an email to the class a week before the JSAs registered informing that we’d be having a full lecture on the first day and to do the appropriate reading.
Not having received said email and already being a novel behind on the first day.
That I’ve never actually been homesick before, so this is really weird.
That, hopefully, in two weeks time, I’ll read this and feel like a sappy idiot with no patience for making new friends or generally adjusting.

Things that I've really enjoyed:
Bar quiz night: I randomly asked a couple people if I could join their team Monday night and we got fourth place! (And we're playing again next week)