A double decker started driving when the light was still red (like it had just hit the red/yellow stage) and barely missed Nekol. In England, the lights will go green/yellow when about to turn red and will go red/yellow when about to turn green. This is to warn pedestrians and drivers that there is about to be a light change as to not catch people unawares. Well, this bus did not want to waste one moment and started to drive after Nekol passed him up...people are so impatient.
But enough about that...
Today was my second day of classes, all of which are with Nekol. Our classes started at ten, which means we needed to leave shortly after nine, which meant I needed to be up no later than eight. UGH! Can I tell you how much I dislike waking up early when I haven't had enough sleep? I'm breathing a lot better and am quickly getting over my cold thanks to the amazing pills I bought from Boots but I'm still not a 100%. However, to make up for my health not being completely there I made myself the most fantastic breakfast ever: a glass of tea, two pieces of toast with strawberry jam, and a bowl of frosties.
Go on, be jealous.
Nine fifteen rolls around and Nekol and I head off to school. Everything actually goes really smoothly, we're both excited about our classes and manage to not get lost trying to find Wells St. Don't laugh! Wells St is actually not really listed on a lot of maps because it's about a mile long and that's it. It's one of those weird side streets.
Anyways, Nekol and I get into Writing London and immiedately I'm in love with the class. Why? The teacher can't be older than 30, has a cool red dye in her hair, and has a nice eye brow piercing. We go around the room and tell everyone about ourselves a little: name, where we're from, and how much writing we've done. This class is a study abroad mandatory class so all the students are from abroad. 99% American, 1% elsewhere.
We do these neat little writing assignments that make me feel as if my creative juices are coming alive. I've felt so non-creative lately that it's almost been a sense of ennui. Even being in this beautiful city, I just haven't felt the want to go do anything creative. However, after these three little assignments, I felt as if I could think and do anything creative. It's like being like a superhero, impervious to those naysayers for it is the rebirth of your creativity.
Because the class is three hours long, we were given a nice ten minute break so that people could stretch or do whatever. Half the class trotted over to the caffe right across the way and either got a mocha or a latte. We were all pretty tired looking but this perked us right up. The rest of the class finished quickly enough.
Nekol and I found a Sainsbury's around the corner and bought a couple of things for lunch. I was actually able to eat lunch for 90p, take that! I had a raspberry and chocolate Kellogg's bar and strawberry yogurt...it was fantastic. After lunch it was time to head up to the 3rd floor of the Wells St building to Contemporary British Authors. And...well...it was interesting.
So the teacher arrives and is wearing a black blazer, polo, and pants. All black is only slimming if worn correctly...this was not. He also had on rings and an oversized gold bracelet...someone seems a tad stuck in the 90's. I know it's not nice to judge but some of the stuff was just tacky enough to distract me. When I finally got over myself, I realized we were being lectured about being responsible. It took me a while to realize this is probably the first time a lot of these students were getting this lecture. Freshers, as they call Freshmen or first years, is pretty much the makeup of the class as opposed to Nekol and I who are in our third year of University.
Well, when the lecturing was finally over (after an hour), the teacher spent twenty minutes discussing our outline. Let me just express some frustration here: it's REALLY hard to track down the three plays on this list. I do not want to have to buy them, they do not seem to interest me -that- much and I can only hope someone will let me borrow their copies. With that being said, I got really excited about the novels we are reading.
Most interesting part of class: the teacher began to talk about how London is always in flux and rapidly so, he asked the class to tell about their time growing up in London or England and how it's changed over the years. Nekol and I could only blink in true dumb form and sit there silently, listening an taking notes as everyone else talked. The class, once real discussion started, was rather interesting. Nekol and I approve.
After class was over Nekol and I went and got Nekol a new phone because her old one just up and disappeared...like for reals. She doesn't know where it went and it couldn't have been stolen. We believe her room ate it, most logical explanation. Truthfully. Getting her the same plan as before, we were in and out of the store in no time. Except this store didn't put her SIM card and battery in her phone for us like the one on Marleybone did...so don't go to the Carphone Warehouse on Oxford St...just saying.
After that we hit up the Sansbury's on Waterloo and then went home and have been home ever since. Tomorrow is my day off from classes so I will be mailing off postcards, taking photos with my new camera, and then going to the British Library with Nekol.
<3,
Dre
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