Tales from Reading

Students from the Randolph College Abroad: The World in Britain program at the University of Reading share their experiences and adventures in and out of the classroom.

Good Morning Amer... Err... London
He was sitting and staring off into space when he looked in my direction, so I waved. I was shocked when he stood up and started walking in my direction. Read more...

A Cretan Random Happenstance
Sure, just going to Reading is great; but it's a lot more fun to thrive there! As Miss Frizzle of the Magic School Bus used to say, “Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!” Read more...

Britain: It's Ludicrously Tasty!
I've been in England for nearly a week now, and I think I can safely say that I'm in love. Any place that loves puns and plays on words this much is surely the country for me. Read more...

Steps & the City: A day of class, dance & travel in Reading
Everything echoes in Paddington Station, and its daily functions follow the London beat. The engines, the whistles, the patent leather shoes running down platforms, the silence of a clandestine pick-pocket overwhelm your senses. Read more...

Morning seminar, Piccadilly Circus, and Ralph Fiennes
“Lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm.” Well, all right Ralph, if you insist… Read more...

For want of a flattened box...
The only disadvantage to booking discount tickets for a 6 a.m. train to Paris is that the last train to Waterloo is at around midnight. And guess what? Waterloo closes. Read more...

Of Inklings, Hobbits, and invisible drivers
The first few days after I arrived, crossing the street required nothing so much as a gigantic leap of faith and the belief that I wasn’t meant to die in the middle of a Reading road. Read more...

Hunchback steals crown, hearts
Except for being cornered in an open grave in the wilds of Tasmania by rabid dingoes with only a pen light and a roll of Lifesavers, there is nothing more harrowing than missing a train. Read more...

Two hours and fifteen minutes of fame: Reading students meet the Flaming Lips
In front of me stood two dark-haired girls twisting back and forth, flashlights firmly placed at their navels. Behind me stood a six foot tall bulldog. To my right was an eagle with the head of my roommate and to my left were the Flaming Lips. Yet this was not a dream brought on by spicy Indian food, it was reality. Read more...