The group is welcomed at the front door by the principal, faculty and staff. And suddenly, as you stand there, looking around, hearing the crisp accents and drinking in the indescribable architecture along with the tea, you know you will never regret coming to this magical place. Nor will you ever be quite the same again. You have already fallen under the hypnotic spell of Harlaxton. Classes begin and you are delighted to find that, although demanding, Harlaxton professors make it fun to learn.
Many classes incorporate the English environment into the syllabi.
Your Shakespeare class reads Romeo and Juliet, then drives to Stratford to watch it performed on a contemporary set with pink Cadillacs. A typical day begins with breakfast with some of the 150 students, mostly American from UE and other U.S. campuses, who are more interested in mail call than sleeping. The class is small, fewer than 20 students, so discussion on the topic of British social problems is stimulating. After class you rush to the computer room to finish your economics paper before lunch. After arriving at the Isaac Newton Shopping Center, you exchange some money at Nat West, then head off to Boots' Chemists.