I could say I haven't found time to write anything, but I'd be lying. More like I haven't thought of anything worth writing without the help of visuals.
The above is my current window view; one of the 380 in Loring Hall, one of the 36 in Block G, one of the 6 in Appartment 5. Trains go past every few minutes. I thought I'd be driven insane in no time, but trains turn out to be a surprisingly pleasant wake-up call, especially when waking up to a blue sky after 4 days of rain. Naturally we only are blessed with this weather on the day where I have more than 2 hours of class.
Today I have to illustrate for 6 hours. That sounds about as realistic as me doing anything during IB art class. Aside from lectures I am finding University an even less intimidating environment than high school, although I'm trying my best to not assume my arrogant high school attitude by staying as tame as possible.
I still need to go into central London ten more times before I realize I am actually a resident of the capital of the world; the view of Canary Wharf in the distance still seems slightly surreal. I guess that at least cleaning my own room, washing my own clothes and cooking my own food are activities that have become very natural in no time... That's with the exclusion of how terrified I am of destroying my clothes by setting the washing machine wrong.
I promise I will have wonderful things to actually write about once I get going.
ROGER, out.
