Classes have begun, but not yet in earnest. I've found out that two of my classes which are at the School of Oriental and African Studies don't even start until October when all of the British students arrive back at the university. However, I like my classes so far. It seems that I will be doing a lot of thinking about race and identity this semester, which should be very helpful for my senior thesis topic and beneficial for life in general.
This past Friday was the NYUL trip to Greenwich. We traveled by boat along the Thames and got to take some great photos. At Greenwich, I was able to stand at the very spot where Henry VIII was injured in a jousting accident that led to his substantial weight gain. I also had the opportunity to straddle the Eastern and Western hemispheres at the prime meridian. And I ate fish and chips for the first time. Thus, I accomplished quite a lot on that trip.
At a nearby Indian restaurant I had my first taste of England's favorite dish, chicken tikka massala, and I loved it. Though my excessive cider consumption often leads to a trip to McDonald's at 2:00 in the morning, I have nevertheless been eating very well here.
This past Saturday night I attended more clubs/bars/pubs in one night than I probably should attend in a whole week. I charmed a Spanish man into paying my cover charge for a club and buying me a beer, so I was quite pleased with myself.
Tonight I think I will cook for myself in my darling little kitchen; I have not had a home-cooked meal in about a week. Scroll down to see some pictures of my room, just in case you were spending sleepless nights wondering in what sort of squalor I live. In fact, it is the opposite of squalor. For now anyway.