In my rush to get ready for London, I chose to forget that I had homework. I instead spent my preparation time… socializing and packing, but mostly just not homework. I waved goodbye to my parents as they watched me go through security (the full body scan, because I was the lucky winner, selected for the extreme check?) and walked briskly to my terminal.
My plane ride consisted of writing two mini research papers and a five page single spaced autobiography. I struggled with the research papers, because I mostly had no research to work off of, besides Wikipedia, which might not actually be a credible source, and a few other minor sites, but that and my knowledge from HUM 202 got me through the papers. The autobiography should have been simple enough, but indulging in myself has never been so hard, but I finished and was ready to conquer London, with or without sleep.
I was giddy when we got out of the van at the London Center, but tried to control myself. The Center is old, yet so beautiful and the rickety stairs already seem like home. The classroom?.. It’s getting there. We have gone on multiple walks, and I am slowly becoming familiar with the city, as I hopefully overcome jetlag. I’ve been speaking in my best British accent (poor); I changed my current city on facebook to London, and I shop at the local Boots and Tesco, so I am an official (wanna be) Londoner.
ps I'll post pictures next time, for my mother, but it was about time I rid the cat that pops up each time I visit my blog.
