This past week

Tomorrow morning I'm heading off for the weekend with my friend Tim for Oxford and Cambridge, which I'm sure will be wonderful, so I figured I'd might as well document my relatively uneventful week, because I'm sure it would be quite overshadowed by Oxbridge if I waited until Sunday to write about it.

Monday, September 17th

Class from noon to half-four. I actually look forward to going to my British Politics class, because nearly everything the professor lectures about is all brand-new to me. My History of London class is interesting, but the professor (who is actually a Canadian, not a Yank) is not all-that knowledgeable and a bit condescending - which is an odd combination. Went to the Imperial with Tim and his friend Rena later that night. Met a German grad student who was trying to hone his Californian accent, he said words along the lines of "dude" and when I shook his hand to say goodbye he insisted that I give him a high-five. Also met his miniature British sidekick from Birmingham. He was, let's say, excitable, because "spaz" is no longer politically correct. It was interesting because he looked as if he could easily be 15 years old, but was working on his thesis. I'm just amazed at the different and dynamic characters that I'm meeting out here.

Tuesday, September 18th

Museums and Galleries class in the afternoon. Judging from the manner in which our Italian professor treats us, I am beginning to understand why Italy was the birthplace of fascism. Spent the evening reading and went to bed early.

Wednesday, September 19th

Imperial War Museum with Museums and Galleries class from 11 to 2. Upon my second visit I'm beginning to believe that it is my favorite museum. Although I did have to restrain myself from accosting and/or punching the two American teenagers who decided that it was appropriate to crack jokes to one another in the Holocaust exhibit. Went to see a few medieval churches in north London with History of London class from 3 to 5. They were unimpressive, lacked any interesting history aside from the fact that they were very old, and were honestly quite creepy. But I still enjoy exploring new parts of this wonderful city, so I'm not complaining at all. Came back pretty exhausted from having been walking for ten hours, went to the Imperial for a pint with Tim and then came back here and read until I fell asleep. My bed time, evenings and nights are beginning to resemble those of the elderly.

Thursday, September 20th

Let's just say I took it easy. Woke up early and stayed in my dorm all day, only venturing to the cafeteria. Luckily Tim persuaded me to come to a play with him in the West End. We saw Spamalot, which is a musical "lovingly ripped off" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was absolutely fantastic. For some reason I've always had an aversion to musicals and theater in general, but Spamalot certainly did a lot to change my mind. It was hilarious, witty, entertaining, but most of all, a very good time (it was definitely worth the 25 pound half-price ticket). And that brings me to the present, I'm off to get a good night's sleep so I'll be ready for the 9:30 train to Oxford. Cheers!