First day of classes...

It's only 4pm and I'm exhausted. Yaaawwwnnnn. I had my first two classes today. At 11am I had Forensic Medicine, which seems like it's going to be awesome. I'm quite excited for it. During the introduction today, the professor showed a list of the people we are expected to get lectures from, including internationally recognized pathologists, police surgeons and toxicology experts. Basically a dream come true for me. And the professor (he's actually the course coordinator, now that I think about it) was easy to understand, which was a relief. I'm perpetually terrified that I'm going to walk into class and have a prof from a little village in the Highlands and then I'm going to fail because I can't understand them. Perhaps that's irrational. Well... not too irrational. My second class was Classical Civilizations, and the prof was English. His speech was fine. I can understand the words. But the slang?! I had no idea what he was laughing about half the time. And then I felt like an idiot because he would crack a joke and the rest of the class would giggle along with him, and I'm sitting in the middle thinking "What is this crackpot on about now? Was that supposed to be funny?". British humor is SO lost on me yet. I'm worried about this happening. And ya know, eagles are fairly nifty, but I don't exactly want to be see as *that* American girl.
ANYWAYS! Here's a picture of the main building on campus. Oooohhh, pretty.
And for the lulz, here is the tea I bought a few days ago. If you can't see what it says, it specifies that it is made exclusively for Scottish water. Now, I dunno about you... but I want to know what the hell makes Scottish water so different that it needs special tea! I'm only slightly concerned that I may return to the states sprouting fins or a kilt or a red beard.