Everything here requires a queue, or a line. Absolutely everything. Even if the line is extremely long and people are waiting for a meal and all you want is a small order or a grab-and-go beverage, one must wait in the queue.
Another cultural difference is the name for a restroom. Normally, 'restroom' and 'bathroom' are used interchangeably back at home; however, if I ask where the bathroom is in a restaurant, the server will just make a strange face. Apparently, bathroom is a room with only a bath or shower. To use the restroom, one must ask for the 'toilets.' It's way different than I'm used to because I feel inappropriate just saying 'toilets.' I guess I will get used to it, especially if I absolutely need those services.
Although I may only be 21 years old and comparatively young in the grand scheme of life, most of the other students in my dormitory are about 18 and they seem to be indestructible with much more resiliency toward late nights out. Their average bedtime is 4 o'clock in the morning and they are somehow up and out by 7:30 or 8 in the morning for breakfast and meetings. I can't keep up with their schedule and living in a dormitory is more difficult than I had imagined in terms of going to sleep. My iPod has turned into a saving grace in terms of escaping the noise of the halls and finally getting some shut-eye.
Today, my friends and I will be touring Liverpool and seeing all that the city has to offer. Photos and more blog entries will come this weekend when Freshers week comes to an end.
Peace.