This is an overview of the past two weeks. I apologize for getting so behind. I would like to do a more in-depth blog on churches and universities here, but it will have to wait. Check back!
Other then running from a gang of prepubescent boys (see the story at the end), here’s what I’ve been up to:
LSE
My favorite part of this past week has been discovering how unobservant I am. You see, I have just learned that I live three blocks from the London School of Economics. HOW could I not have noticed this???? I immediately applied for a library card and now study there almost every day. I took a tour last week…loved it. Very exciting.
Speaking of universities, I attended a fair for postgraduate studies earlier this week. One hundred universities from across the UK were promoting their programs. I came back with a lot of information and plan on applying to a few summer programs…we’ll see!
Around London
I went on a walking tour of Westminster City, which included seeing the London Eye, the Big Ben clock tower, Parliament, Buckingham Palace (from afar), St. James Park, Whitehall, which is where King Charles I was executed on the guillotine, and Sting’s house. (We didn’t visit his house on purpose; it just happened to be there.) We visited Trafalgar Square (named after the Battle of Trafalgar and displays many statues honoring war heroes), the National Portrait Gallery and Tate Modern, which is considered one of the best modern art museums in the world. I don’t care. I still don’t get how 480 bars of used soap skewered on a pole and dangled from the ceiling is art.
We toured BBC World Service, which is a lot smaller than I imagined it. We were able to sit in on a live radio broadcast and visit the newsroom (quiet, like most web-based news rooms).
Yesterday we were able to see the premier screening for an award-winning documentary titled “The Shape of Water”, which looks at agency in third world countries. You can view the trailer HERE.
I have gone to a few pubs with the other students in the program…it’s a bit awkward. I’m not really into the pub scene, since I don’t drink and would rather make friends in a more sober setting. I normally sip apple juice and keep track of coats or something. I’m also the designated walker. This is the most fun job I have ever had. If I could get paid for it, I would quit school.
Trekking Solo
Friday was the first day that I was able to break away from the group and wander on my own. I know. I’m also shocked that it took me almost two weeks to do this. I wandered through China Town and Soho, which I’ve since determined should never be traversed alone. Yesterday I visited Baker Street and the Sherlock Holmes museum.
Today’s Adventure
I know I’m devoting a lot of space to this story, but it has to be told.
Today I traveled 30 minutes outside of London in order to attend a Harry Potter Society meeting. (Allow me to clarify that I am not a member of this society; in an effort to make British friends, I accompanied two of my roommates, both of whom have joined. Members of the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses, respectively.)
Unknowingly, we missed our destination by one bus stop and wandered around the wrong sketchy apartment complex for 20 minutes. Twenty of those 20 minutes were spent running from a child gang.
It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if one of my roommates hadn’t yelled at the child on the third floor balcony for pelting her with Halls lozenges. But, she did. We noticed three of them (probably ages 10-12) making their way to the ground. Muttering expletives, we walked out of view and sprinted across the complex. After calling the host of the meeting for directions, we again ran into the group of children, which now totaled six, one of them a young teenager.
We had a staring contest.
They won.
By this time we realized our bus stop error and quickly made our way to the proper location. Like ninjas, the same group, which had amassed to eight children, appeared in front of us. They stared at us and began discussing something amongst themselves.
My roommates are slightly embarrassed that we got back on the bus and returned to London because we were being stared down by a group of children. I, however, will gladly sacrifice my pride to keep my life (and jail-free record).
Besides, I tend to react to scary situations by laughing uncontrollably. Have you ever tried to run while crying from laughter? It’s hard.
Okay, until next time!