A Yank in Oxford 2012

I've recently been accepted to a summer writing program at Oxford University. Reactions to this news have been varied. Many fall within "Oh my gosh! I'm so happy for you!" A few have said, "I hate you." I don't think they really meant it. One reaction was a slightly alarmed, "You're not moving to England are you?" And one met my news with a rather disappointing "So what? Isn't that like saying 'Mom, I got into summer camp?'"
I take the last remark with a gigantic grain of salt. She didn't even know what Oxford was, not really. In fact, it was a fairly comprehensive application process involving writing samples and recommendation letters as well as the standard transcripts and such. Not to sound defensive, though I certainly felt a bit defensive when she initially said it to me.
Now I'm just trying to get scholarships and other monies together. Then I can start worrying about booking flights and such. I won't be leaving until fairly late in the summer, the end of July, so I have a bit of time. I have a full list of things I need to do in preparation so I won't forget the little things. This will be my first trip out of the country and I want it to go well.
My father made me watch Taken last week, but I can't honestly see myself being stupid enough to give all my information to a stranger, nor can I realistically see myself attracting the attention of a teenage prostitution ring.
So, intrepid followers, here's what you can expect from me over the next few months as this event looms in my future.
1) It is my resolve to do the background reading like any good English major. Oxford has been one of the most frequently used settings for murder mysteries in Europe. That certainly suits my interests. I intend to read and watch as many stories set in Oxford as I can get my hands on. Suggestions are welcome!
2) A travelogue when I do cross the pond, so you can live vicariously through me. That's what my father told me he planned on doing anyway.
3) Pretty pictures of places I stay and visit. I just have to get a new camera card reader before I leave.
Now, I have just a few people left to tell. Specifically some family members that might not be thrilled at the prospect. I'll just have to bring out my salt shaker again.