In two weeks it'll be my first day in London! I am nervous, but I don't have the queasy, ill-only-do-it-if-you-make-me feeling. And I'm excited, but to me being excited would entail jumping up and down, twirling around and singing "I'm going to London! I'm going to London!". I'm not doing either of those, so I think I would label myself as anxious, with a lot of finger tapping, wishing that the two weeks would go by quickly, while wishing at the same time that they would slow down. I'm actually a little torn, because while I'm really looking forward to going, I really, really, really love UNH, I love my friends there, and my classes, and my cute little apartment that I had. I love UNH so much that when I got my reminder about filling out an Intent to Graduate form last spring, I was tempted to throw it away! I think I could be a student there forever.
I started seriously packing today, and I think I'm in trouble already! I've already filled my bigger suitcase with just t-shirts and sweaters!! I need to take much more than that!!! Plus I planned on taking at least six pairs of shoes! I need to seriously cut back!
Hopefully in a few weeks I'll have some sweet pictures and some fun stories :-) ...And of course this whole shoe dilemma will have been solved.
Big Ben and the House of Parliament
You probably already know this but...
- Lindsay Rose
- ...I'm starting my senior year, technically at UNH Durham, at Regents American College in London. I was sitting at the bus stop outside the Whit one chilly day in February. I don't normally hang out at bus stops, but I needed to go grocery shopping and it was way too far to walk to my car in the snow. So I'm sitting…and waiting, entertaining myself with my favorite hobby, which is People Watching. Now, every winter when I'm walking through the wind tunnel that is Main Street in Durham, I ask myself "Why?! WHY am I walking through the snow? I could have gone to school some place warm, but I'm trudging through snow banks. FML." ...So I'm sitting at the bus stop and I see a guy walk past who just got back from a semester in Italy, and I thought "Hey, I want to go somewhere too!" So I got to thinking and thought I should go somewhere where they speak English. So I thought a little more and decided that I should either go to Australia or London, London sounded much better. So I whipped out my cell phone, and with frozen, numb fingers I texted "Hey mom!! I'm going to London in the fall!" This decision making process lasted about two minutes.