My Last Days of Freedom

Sunday!

I woke up at eleven in the morning. It was after a crazy shabbos, and a late-night drive home, so it was understandable, if not particularly part of the plan.

A bunch of people were going to Trafalgar Square for the Chinese new year celebrations, so Dasi and headed out to try and meet them. Unfortunately, by the time we got there they were leaving. But we stayed to watch a cool dance routine, and after Dasi left I stayed to watch a singer and then a female group perform.

I started to walk to Chinatown to meet everyone, but we kept missing each other, and I gave up and walked to Forbidden Planet and hung out in the comic book section and pondered getting a Doctor Who poster for the dorm room.

Dasi made dinner on Sunday when she got back, and we packed up the leftovers for lunch.

On Monday, Dasi had class, but I don’t start until Tuesday. So I went to campus with Chris, Lauren and Mikaela and we tried to find out where our classrooms are. Ha. Ha. The North campus, where I have all my classes, is a MAZE. Literally. All of the buildings are connected, and they have different floors and different connecting walls and everything is marked in colored zones, but the zones aren’t listed by the classroom numbers on the site, so it’s really anyone’s guess.

After a while we gave up and went to the national portrait gallery. We had a good time at the beginning, but by the end we just wanted to see Paul McCartney’s portrait and we drifted out. We found the TKTS line, which could be useful if there is a show I want to see that I don’t get to see with my theatre class!

We headed back, and I wanted to pick up quinoa for dinner, but the people at the grocery store didn’t know what it was! I gave up, and bought tilapia instead, and made dinner with tilapia and zucchini (called courgettes here!)

Hung out with Peter for a bit and we talked Doctor Who. We’ve committed to going to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate in Much Ado About Nothing so we’ll see how that goes.

I’ve got classes tomorrow, and I’m actually extremely worried about both of them. Wednesday, in comparison, should be a breeze!

Edited: I got the name of the Shakespeare wrong, so I fixed it. In my defense, he wrote a lot of plays, ok?

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2 Responses to My Last Days of Freedom

  1. Bracha says:

    i have to say, that seeing those two brilliant actors in one of shakespeare’s funniest works is probably worth every penny you’ve already spent on getting to the UK and staying there 🙂 i hope you dont get too lost on the next safari to your classes!

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