Hello. Welcome to my website. It started while I was in Europe for a semester, and I've kept it up since then. I'm now at the University of Chicago Law School, living in Hyde Park, and the story continues. If you want to say hi or visit me, email cfloyd at uchicago dot edu.

If you want to comment on my posts, comment away.





 
Photos

Paris and Brussels

Sturm vs. GAK football match

Women's American football

Team USA vs. Graz Giants American football

The Man...The Myth...The Roommate...SUPER MIRZA

Graz

Styrian Wine Farm

Budapest

Essays and Significant Posts

First 48 Hours

Anti-Americanism

Early Observations

Mail Bag

Days in May

Ode to Street Food




 
Who is Charlie Floyd? I graduated from the University of Oklahoma in 2002 with a degree in Letters. Then I decided to get a second BA in German and spent the spring finishing my degree requirements at the Karl-Franzens Universitaet in Graz, Austria. Now I'm at the University of Chicago Law School and loving every minute.
This is my story, day by day.





 
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"Life is nothing if not the sum of your anecdotes." -Scotty The Body, on storytelling
"But it ain't that bad, man. Just figure out the system before the system figures out you." -T. Matthew Smith, on the 1L year
"The beer just doesn't taste as good when you're not drinking it with your buddies." -Anon., on being away from good friends
"Somebody has to pay the rent around here. Why the hell not us?" -Cotton, on studying for exams



 
6/28/2003  
So far in my short life I have been moderately successful. That's mostly luck...I am fundamentally a lazy person.

If you are also a camoflaged bum, then you know the feeling that I just got. It's the feeling that might be labeled, "Oh crap, I have a lot to do." The feeling is intensified because of the week prior you've been lying to yourself about how easy it's going to be to pack and leave. "Aw, it's not going to take but a couple hours. Sure, I'll go for a coffee with you." And then you're riding your bike and you realize that in 72 hours you have to get on a plane and you've got a closet full of dirty laundry, a cluttered desk, and towels to give away.

I've also got to sell my Handy, return my books to the library, de-register with the police, get my housing deposit, give my bike back, and God knows what else I'm forgetting.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I hate moving.

6/28/2003 07:00:00 AM


 

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