The 4th of July is obviously a very American holiday. The whole point though is that the celebration of telling Britain whats what. So it felt weird not getting the day off. Instead I just went to a pub after work with an Irish co-worker and commiserated over some of the weirder points of British culture.
At which point I went home and got training for becoming a warden. Yes, that is the term they use here for the people who help take care of the social functions at the student village. The good news is that I get to live in my own studio flat. The better news is that I don't have to pay rent. That is the pay in exchange for helping to plan social events, help out at the parties, and be available for calls once a week. I think it is a pretty fair trade.