Nobody Panic!!!

It's alright, you can all settle down. I'm taking eighteen credits again.

I know, I was freaking out too. What would I have done with all that free time? As it is I'm only working one job and not in a single club or association! Luckily I've picked up 20th Century British Fiction, meaning 1.) fewer lit classes to take back at Pitt, both a pro and a con and 2.) six solid hours of literary fun with Chloe and the same professor!

The earlier three hours being composed of Shakespeare.

In addition to those there's European Politics, Intro to British Culture, and London Through Internships which is a supplement of sorts to the internship experience.

So, there's that to be contended with.

Somehow I failed to mention what we looked at at Harrods, which is crucial. Amid some of the best shopping in the world Chloe and I eschewed the clothing, ignored the jewelry, and although we looked briefly and unsuccessfully for the hat section we eventually found what truly captivated us: The Playmobils display.

Gladiator Playmobils, Egyptology Playmobils, Victorian Playmobils, nomads, blue whales ("They're life-sized!" exclaimed Chloe, perhaps meaning that they were life-sized for the playmobil figures but perhaps indicating a troubling lack of knowledge of basic marine biology), they had them all. Delightful.

Later we met up with a smattering of other girls on our program for pub food and pints at their local hangout in Bavaria. Okay not Bavaria per se, but some London neighborhood that sounds close to that. Anyway it was a very nice time and we've ever intention of doing it again on a regular basis. I've decided I infinitely prefer the British style of casual social drinking to the frat party dynamic. Throw in some battered cod and crisped potatoes and you're all set.

And throwing darts is somehow so satisfying!

Other important highlight of today: my first lukewarm shower in London, memorable because every other show has been ice cold (What's cooler than being cool? ...sorry.) And have I mentioned our dangerously heated towel rack? How nice, you might think. No. Not nice. Scalding hot and inconveniently placed. Is alright for putting pajamas on though, because then they're toasty.

Soon we have the ME info session thing. The what? you might ask. This is your blog, everyday around here is ME day for you. But no, not me as in me but me as in My Education, another intriguing feature of the CAPA program focusing on exposing students to cultural events and local locations with an unfortunate acronym.

Also also: it would appear that Chloe and Rachel and I will all be living in the same apartment building in Oakland next year! The tea party never has to stop!

Seriously, we drink ridiculous amounts of tea, all the time.