Day 7 – English Induction & Anxiety

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So… today was a rollercoaster of emotions that left me exhausted and (you guessed it) just a bit homesick. However, those feelings did pass and now I just feel exhausted. That’s when you know the school term has begun.

This morning was the final induction I had to attend: the induction for the School of English & Drama. The two women who headed the induction seemed brilliant and nice enough, but the words they were saying seriously worried me. There were a lot of “don’t do this” statements and not enough “do this” ones to balance them out. Overall, the messages they were giving us seemed negative and not at all encouraging, so naturally I had a bit of a breakdown. I had entered the induction with the hopes of switching out my Gothic course for something a little lighter on reading, but then the words they said seemed to tell me that I couldn’t switch. Jen, always the voice of reason, told me to just go ask her anyway because the worst that she could say was no. It was sage (albeit obvious) advice, so I took it.

After waiting in a line of ten students for about forty-five minutes, I finally switched out of my Gothic class without a hassle. The head of the English department (or one of the heads), Dr. Bari, is extremely nice and told me that, despite the stern tone of the induction, they just want us to be happy and comfortable. So switching out of my class was no big deal! Unfortunately the Victorian Fictions class I wanted to replace it with didn’t work in my schedule, so I opted for a Modernism course. Hopefully it isn’t as bad as I’m thinking it will be. -crosses fingers-

After all of the hullabaloo with my classes was sorted out, Jen, Nicole, and I decided to travel to Buckingham Palace for a tour. These plans were thwarted, however, when the random London rain started to arrive. The droplets came slowly at first, but then they picked up speed and fell sideways. Then, as if we were experiencing all of the seasons at once, it started to hail. Shortly after the hail, thunder rumbled through the clouds and cleared up the skies. We were off to Buckingham Palace!

Unfortunately, by the time we arrived, the last tour had already left and we were left with nothing to do. We decided to find Charing Cross Road (home to many amazing bookshops), but I believe we ended up at the wrong place. We walked down a couple streets, our feet throbbing and our legs aching from the extended amount of time we had been walking. Luckily the path we were taking included walks through Green Park and St. James Park, but we didn’t find any bookshops. At long last, we just decided to take the Tube back to campus; we were all exhausted anyhow.

We arrived safely back at campus and went our separate ways. Jen and I made ravioli and watched Memoirs of a Geisha on Netflix (it was quite good, by the way). The flat was uncharacteristically quiet, which was an interesting change, and we were actually able to hear the sound of the movie coming from the iPad. It was a relaxing night and I’m grateful for it!

We then FaceTime’d with my parents because it’s their anniversary (yay! plus I just wanted to talk to them), watched some episodes of Pokemon Indigo League, and that brings us to now. I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep before the exciting events we have planned tomorrow. Classes commence in three days; best to make the most of the next two in preparation! Though, I do have to find some time to complete the preliminary reading for some of my classes… wish me luck.

P.S. – Happy first week in London to me! I’ve been enjoying my time here so far. Hopefully I can continue to enjoy it even as classes begin.

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