My second Youtube video and first real Oxford vlog is a short montage of May morning, this morning. Joshua and I woke up at 5 to go to Magdalen Bridge to hear the chorus sing and then a guy say some religious stuff about the coming of spring. It was extremely cold so I had to make do with my non-winter clothing, hence the title. Usually clubs open until later on the night before Mayday so most people go out and stay up all night. The bridge was full of people, both locals and students, a huge number of whom were drunk out of their minds. There was screaming, chanting, clumsiness, and stains, which I didn't really appreciate since I was hungry, tired, cold, and completely sober. Still, I understand. They must be delirious by now. Maybe next year I'll go out too and see how it feels, although I don't know how I'd survive the nocturnal temperatures. I can't exactly hit up the club in my 7 layers.
We stood around for half an hour waiting for something to happen. I actually hadn't previously known what was supposed to happen, but I expected dancing around a maypole. That didn't happen. After the chorus and prayer that we heard emanating from a microphone from inside Magdalen College, we followed the crowd to the High Street, where there were people doing Morris dancing, which was very cool. Still, it was too cold, so Joshua and I went to Vaults and Garden for some breakfast. It was so full that we had to sit outside and I could barely feel my hands.
Most of my friends didn't want to wake up early, but it was so worth it. What's the point of going somewhere else for university if you're not going to enthusiastically participate in the local culture there?
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