Revision Time

Normally exams occur after the winter holiday, but lucky for us we have to take them before we leave- which means I have papers and exams due at the same time.

The  all-too-familiar  hazy feeling of overwhelming stress you get during finals is starting to creep up on me.  I’ve tried to put it off as long as possible, but some parts of university life are inevitable.

The sleeplessness caused by a brain that doesn’t know when to turn off has returned.  London had been insomnia-free.

Three papers and two exams separate me from a blissful reunion with my kin and country. They are also the only thing keeping me from being torn away from a city I’ve only just begun to make my own.

Three months have felt like no time at all.


Updates and 50ths

It’s been almost a week since I last posted anything. This stems primarily from the fact that I haven’t been doing much other than going to class and working on assignments.

I had an essay plan due and a feature article to write ( and conduct interviews for) this past week and have final exams and essays due in 3 weeks.

Fortunately after exams I have three days of free time to squeeze in all of the London things I haven’t done yet. Then I am going to be in Edinburgh for three days before flying home for Christmas. And thus will conclude my European adventure. Continue reading

Coming home to London

“The natives’ reticence, and the prevalence of small buildings instead of high-rise apartment complexes, promote a feeling of self-containment, even isolation. In New York you live in one another’s pockets and in one another’s faces; your business is their business. In London, people keep themselves to themselves, as the expression goes, and this can feel either liberating or lonely.”

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Carolina in my Mind

“With a holy host of others standin’ around me
Still I’m on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me, if I’m up and gone to
Carolina in my mind

Reading the Kvetching Board during lecture, listening to the Clef Hangers’ version of “Carolina In My Mind” and Mipso’s “Carolina Calling,” and trying to explain to a Brit why sweet potato fries are the best.

These are just a few of the ways I’ve been pouring salt into my Carolina-shaped wound. Continue reading

Learning to spell my own name

Oftentimes I have to repeat my name when I meet new people because they assume they’ve misheard me or they think I’ve said “Bree.” Occasionally I’ll spell it out just to emphasize the “z.” Which is what I did last night when I went out.

Except in England they don’t pronounce “z” as “zee. They pronounce it as “zed.”  Naturally this sparked a whole conversation about English spellings and pronunciations.

Things I’ve learned in London: How to spell my own name.

Who said I wasn’t learning a new language on my study abroad programme?

Feeling Safe (Except for the Foxes)

London Observation of the Day: For those of you who don’t know, London is extremely safe as far as cities go. There are CCTV surveillance cameras everywhere. Britain’s firearm laws are extremely strict. The tubes run until midnight and after then there are night buses.

While I would probably be inclined to take a cab after midnight, I rarely feel unsafe during the day or early evening. I am lucky that the neighborhood I am in is near many universities and museums so it’s mostly students and tourists around.

It’s still important to stay vigilant, but anyone considering studying here shouldn’t be overly concerned about safety. Unless you’re afraid of foxes. They show up in the park during the day, and there was just one on my doorstep a few minutes ago. I can’t believe I had to travel across the Atlantic Ocean for my first fox sighting.

I mean, other than this:

Oh my goodness it gets me every time.