London Calling

Classes are good; for some reason, I find my trade law class fantastic.  No one else does.  Evidently, I'm weird.  One of the benefits of coming here not really knowing anyone is that I'm getting to meet a bunch of different kids from law school.  They're generally a good bunch, there's a group of boys that are definitely going to get arrested for doing something non-destructive and stupid.  I spend most of my time with a girl from Fordham and a girl from Puerto Rico.

It rains here all the time.  I've come to the conclusion that summers in Cambridge are essentially winter in Louisiana.  When it's sunny, it's beautiful; when it's rainy, you understand what was bothering Dickens and the Brontes.  I take turns missing my family, my friends, my dog, and my galoshes.

They're taking us to Parliament tomorrow; we're going on a tour of Parliament (evidently, this is quite a big deal) and generally just spending the afternoon in town.  Should be nice.

This afternoon, the Tulane/Cambridge group (all 14 of us) went to a pub called the Eagle to be social.  It was nice, though I'm not really okay with being in a bar at 4 in the afternoon.  On a Wednesday.  But still, it was my first pub experience on this trip.

I finally bought an umbrella, it's probably the best $8 I've ever spent (omg, these exchange rates are murdering me).  

Currently, I'm planning on hanging out around Cambridge this weekend.  Good weather has been promised (though I am skeptical) and I'll get some laundry done (in the launderettes, which resemble 14th century dungeons).  Given that next weekend will be the staggering combination of exams and getting myself and my 5 tons of luggage back to London to begin my next program, I'm rather inclined to take this weekend easy.  I must be getting soft in my old age.