Woke up this morning determined to tell Galina at the front desk that my heater isn't working as it should. I know this because I woke up shivering at night the past few nights and I know I'm not supposed to do that. So once YouTube videos were watched over breakfast and my toast was eaten and my plates were cleaned and I was set to leave for the day, I set out.
Galina said that she'll send Dino the maintenance guy to go drain the pipes in my room or something. And if that doesn't work, than they'll have a space heater for me to take to my room until they can get it fixed. I told her I'll be gone all day so they can just walk in and do what they gotta do. So far, my heater is nice and toasty and warmer than before so we'll see how this works tonight. If it doesn't work, I'll head to Galina on Thursday to pick up my heater. Or maybe I'll check in with the security guy when I get back from work tomorrow. But I don't think I'll have that problem.
In creative writing, the entire class wanted to disappear because no one has really been doing the homework and she lectured us about doing homework. And then I thought about how no one here is probably very motivated to do any work for some reason or other. An on top of that, we're not given an incentive based upon a grade to do the weekly homework. Still on top of that, why do homework when you can explore London, take a trip to Italy, go to Paris for the weekend, spend a night in Dublin, etc etc etc. As a student, I can attest to the fact that it's very hard to keep up with schoolwork in a world that's totally unfamiliar to you so you want to spend your entire time exploring the world and not holed up in a library or your room doing something you don't care about anyway. Very hard. But I still struggle through it every night because, well, sooner or later I'm going to apply for that class credit and then my academic effort abroad is going to bite me in the butt. But I'll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, I'm still kind of freaking out I'm in London and about to explore Europe this December.
Saw a man wearing an eye patch while waiting for the 453 on Regent Street today. True to Demetri Martin, I thought "Argh!" like a pirate. Later on, while on the bus, I saw a little girl wearing a wool coat that went down to her knees and a beret. She was such a London school girl that I thought "I'M IN LONDON" for the millionth time and then Lady Gaga came on my iPod so then I thought about dance parties back in the house on Emerald Street. We're all Gaga fans there. My thoughts are so sporadic.
Blogged yesterday between classes today. Then I bought a Yorkie bar. The appeal of the Yorkie bar is the "Not for Girls" written on the bottom of it. It's just a bar of really hard milk chocolate and you need fairly strong teeth to bite it. So that's why it's not for girls. Otherwise, I'm totally getting another one just to say "I'm a girl and I eat Yorkie bars!" So there.
We had presentations on our internship in class today. I don't think I did very well because public speaking isn't my strong suit, especially when it's fairly impromptu like I did. Yes, I had a lot of information on the slides, but I didn't really deviate from the slides. Then again, I really did deviate from the slides and I got a few statements on my feedback forms from students that they liked that. But I also had some awkward pauses and was kind of fidgety while presenting, so I'm not the greatest at public speaking.
After class, Becky and I checked into Ryanair so we don't have to do so at the airport. The papers are with my passport which are with my small travel document organizer thing and they're ready to do. Now all I gotta do is pack. Exciting!!
The plan for Thursday is to do laundry and pack in the morning. Then I'll pop into Uni for my Linguistics class because I've never really missed one, why stop now? I'll immediately make my way home, change into my travel gear, and get as much sleep as I can. At midnight/midnight-thirty, I'll set out to catch the 453 from Lambeth North station to Baker Street, where I'll meet Becky and the other girl traveling with us. I believe her name is Andrea. We'll be taking the easyBus (courtesy of easyJet airlines) from Baker Street to Stansted airport. Plane leaves so early I can't remember what times it goes. But we'll get to Italy about 9/10 in the morning.
I'll have my paper journal with me so I'll update you on everything that went down in Italy when I get back late on Monday/early Tuesday morning. Until then, I may surprise you and call from my phone because I do have international minutes for free that I haven't been using. And when I say you, I mean my parents on their home phone.
After checking in, I went home where I made two mini-pizzas. Vanessa was also in the kitchen making snails and two other pots of something. The combination of their scents reminded me of cow manure, but I didn't tell Vanessa that.
After dinner, I attempted to take a shower but the water wasn't hot enough for me. So I stopped, checked the water on the other shower, concluded that it was as hot as the first one, so I opted out of the shower and will take one tomorrow morning when the water is sure to be piping hot. Poo on bad water heaters. I wanted to go to bed all nice and clean from a shower and then snuggle in with my warmth and hope the humidity from the shower will keep me warm throughout the night. You foiled me, cold water. How dare you even exists in cold weather.
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