Bereavement Room

Jan. 9
It's almost 11 on a Friday night and I'm getting ready for bed. I'm exhausted.

My Grand Tours class will be pretty interesting, we're reading Pinocchio and Huck Finn and 20000 Leagues Under the Sea and some others, and watching their films. The Professor is a sweetheart, and I met a very nice girl in class named Shrina.

Differential Equations lessons of the day: Guess and check. If you have a derivative in the form of a single variable, integrate.
This is starting to feel like high school again... I'm sort've okay with that.

Actuarial Mathematics... let's just say, this one was held in the Royal London Hospital today. It was a good half hour hike from campus, and then you just go in with the patients and stretchers and meander through the hospital until you find a lecture hall. To get to said lecture hall, you pass the bereavement room and the radiology department. Again felt very intelligent when the two British students next to me started asking really obvious questions. I have a sneaking suspicion that soon, I will find things difficult and they'll think I'm being stupid. For now, I'm enjoying feeling a bit ahead of the curve. Upon leaving the lecture, three medics were rushing a stretcher with a little girl on it through the mass of students exiting the lecture hall.

After speedwalking back home, I met up with a bunch of the other girls from BC so we could all go in to our dinner with all the BC students studying in London; I was the navigator, though BC Caitlin had a very good idea of where we're going. I split from them to sit with Liz and Paul, though, and had a nice time catching up a bit with them and meeting a couple other UCL and Kings' College kids. The food was delicious (I got lentil soup and steak and creme brulee, though I liked the cheesecake better... oh well).

Then I came back to campus, couldn't get a hold of most of my friends, felt tired, considered going out with some of the BC girls, crashed, and decided to write this and then go to bed instead.