First Few Days In London

Two suitcases weighing sixty pounds each, a pack, and a breifcase-studying abroad for five months in this seemed impossible as I laid my clothes out a week ago. Upon arrival, I have realized my father was right, I brought too many shoes, but I am excited for the months in front of me. I am in London for this "term" as they call it, where they have too much change (one and two pounds are change here as well as tehir pence or cents), and put vinegar on their fries (which they call chips).

I thought I would be more nervous, maybe because I grew up in Chicago, this city seems normal to me. Take the tube (subway) to campus, walk to the grocery store, swipe cards to go everywhere. Where's the excitement? The non stop parties and cute boys with British accents? The mest of cultures? I've only met Americans so far in orientation; I thought there would be all internaional students, but we're all from the States.

Don't get me wrong, I am excited to be here, I guess I just expected something more. Maybe next week when classes start I'll find it. Right now it's overpriced crappy food though, and I'm wishing I was going to be home for the SuperBowl.

There's an overwhelming amount of information, I take notes everywhere I go, and I'm still afriad I'll miss something important for school. It's like being a freshman all over again, only I've been in college for four years and feel like I should know whats going on.

I have met some awesome people. `We have bonded over finding our way through the city and where to get cheap hangers for our clothes, already I can tell we will hang out all term long. Tomorrow's the tour through London, so I will come bearing my camera, and ready to take lots of pictures.