"I had sixth years." Adam said, sighing and reaching out for his wine glass. At the very least, it was a nice rose-pattern. "I promise you it was not any better. They seem to have a healthy disdain for Americans. Surely you fared better, being at the very least European?" Adam wasn't even sure that would help. Well, except for the kids who came from other places, but the student population was still overwhelmingly British. And Scottish. And Irish. It was proximity, after all.