First week & failed camping

The first week of classes went quite smoothly. After going to my sociology class and finding out that it was virtually the same class as one that I took last semester at Whitman, I decided to drop it and find another class. So now I'm taking a class called Introduction to Visual Culture, which is a bit less applicable to my major but undoubtedly more worth my time. I'm also taking a class called Maori Society, which has 250+ people in it. Only a slight adjustment from Whitman classes! I'm also taking a really bland history class called History of Australia and New Zealand. The professor basically reads his lectures from a piece of paper and only looks up occasionally. Ah well, hopefully I'll get something out of it.

My flatmates Sam, Rina, Michael and I were planning on going tramping (hiking) and camping on Friday night on a trail about 10 minutes away from our flat. We loaded up all of our gear into big hiking backpacks, strapped a tent onto my pack, and headed out. We got dropped off at the trail head around 6:45 pm and found out that camping was prohibited on the trail, but decided to try it out anyway. The trail was called Flagstaff Track, and wasn't too much of a hike, but more of a stroll up a gravel path. It was super windy, and when we got to the summit we were unsure of where to go to try to camp, so we kept walking for 20 minutes more before deciding to head home instead. We got picked up at around 8 pm, just before the sun set, and returned to our flat. Failure of a camping trip, but it was a funny little adventure.