Pre-Departure Procrastination PartyLondon Study London , Fall 2010
Before I start, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post—I’m thrilled that you’re all reading. If it weren’t for the hectic week I’ve had, I would have commented back, but now it’s Monday/Tuesday again and I haven’t had time. Oh, and John Ockey—I’m honoured and will try to live up to your praise; thank you for setting the bar so high!
This is rather later than I had hoped to post, but such is the case with procrastination. I’m taking a well-earned break from packing my rubbish away and letting everyone know that I can fit everything into one small(-ish) suitcase and slightly smaller backpack. It’s all going to fit. I packed for a ten-day trip to Wales this spring, and crammed everything into a duffel bag barely large enough to hold a baby. Or a small dog. It was quite impressive, apparently, and I’ve determined to make a name for myself: Michael Martínez, The Man Who Packed It All. (Or at least Most of It.)
On 1 September I got straight onto the internet after visiting with William Blair (an old high school teacher pictured previously), and ordered the much-coveted Student Oyster Card.
The Oyster Card is a transit pass for the London bus, tube, rail, everything services that run through the city. I clicked links for three hours before figuring out what was going on, but the Student card gives the most discounts on Travelcards, which are like bus/rail passes—order by day, week, month, three months… Anyway, the Student cards didn’t go on sale until 1 September, hence the wait. With any luck, it will arrive safely at my residence hall, but since I didn’t receive notice of my room address as promised in the handy-dandy Get Set! Guide, I made something up that sounds reasonable. The postman will figure it out.
Also, I have a roommate! I don’t know his name or anything about him, except that he is American, a student, and not enrolled in IES. According to the roommate questionnaire I filled out in March, we appear to be compatible with each other. After looking over the absurd list of music genres I listed as ‘favourite’ (mellow electronic, Irish folk, British rock, indie rock, whatever the cat dragged in, French-Celtic rap), he’s probably on drugs if he matches my tastes even remotely. I hope he’s not on drugs.
Dear Roommate Sir, if you are reading this, I hope you’re not on drugs. I’m not on drugs; I just listen to music a stoner would listen to. XOXO, Michael.
My flight leaves at 16:55, San Francisco time, so I’m going to bed. I promise more interesting photos next time, especially since I will actually be in London! Thrills!
Feel free to ask me any questions on any subject—study abroad-related or otherwise. I will (hopefully, sorry) answer everything to the best of my ability.
Tune in next week for these exciting adventures: What Airport Security Confiscated, Live from after Orientation, Hunters and Gatherers, and much, much more!
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