Glasgow

I am in Edinburgh for my annual review (all very scary) and today there was a conference in Glasgow. The way that Edinburgh University works is that they will take remote students, who access everything online, but once a year, in June, it is compulsory for us all to be in Edinburgh for a week. Apparently being in Glasgow counts as being in Edinburgh.

I caught a 7:30 train from a bright sunny Edinburgh, and planned to walk from Glasgow station for 40 minutes to Glasgow University. However, there was a squall of rain, and when the train arrived (it takes about an hour) it was pouring!

I spotted some students that I recognised, so ran through the crowd to join them. None of them were keen to walk for 40 minutes in the pouring rain, so I ordered an Uber. This is more exciting than you might think, because although I put the app on my phone a while ago, I had never actually used it. They showed me how I could order a car by size (we needed a people carrier) and that Uber sends a map, showing where you are and where the car is, so you can watch it approach. It was all very easy.

Glasgow University is not easy. It’s incredibly difficult to navigate. The buildings are old and beautiful. I don’t know why but I was expecting them to be modern, with lots of blue glass! Instead, they are weathered stone, and they have turrets and cloisters and squares of green in the quads — but not much in the way of helpful signposts! Never mind, we found the correct rooms eventually.

The conference was a series of papers, presented by PhD students from Edinburgh, Glasgow and St Andrews. It was good to meet other students, and to hear the sort of topics they are researching. Some were really interesting: the reversals in the book of Isaiah, whether Qohelet (Ecclesiastes) writes about the Messiah, what eyes represent in Proverbs… Some were very clever, but I didn’t understand them: Deuteronomistic Memory and the Redaction of 1 Kings had me stumped! I drew doodles in my notepad and tried to look intelligent.

There was food, if you managed to find the correct dining hall. (Maybe this was deliberate, only the people able to follow complicated instructions were fed!) There were also washrooms (obviously) and these were easier to find but not without problems. The one I used had a large clear window that looked out to the quad. There was a blind, but it was about an inch above the window sill, and I am shy, so I tried to lower it. It went up another inch. I twisted the rope the other way, it shot up a couple of feet! Whichever way I moved the string, the blasted thing just went higher. I gave up in the end, apologised to any unsuspecting passerby, and tried to keep my face hidden. Not a relaxed pee.

There were afternoon papers, and then people were invited to tour the city and have dinner in a pub. But I was tired. I ordered another Uber (I am good at it now!) and went back to the station.

When I arrived in Edinburgh I walked to M&S in search of supper. I drank a whole carton of milk and ate a whole angel cake. Who needs nutrition? Feeling like a proper student now.