first "real" post - october 1

Oh. My. God. This is surreal.

We haven’t even had class yet and I have so much I could write about, but I really should be sleeping. Sleeping in my tiny, tiny room. And when I say tiny, boy, do I mean tiny. I’m not very good with guessing measurements, but I’m going to say my room is 10” x 15”, and has one ridiculously small chest of drawers (you don’t get those measurements, sorry). Storage space is minimal, which is very unfortunate because I did pack minimally. Anyways…

I’ll start off by briefing you on my rather eventful flight over to London. After leaving Memphis, I had to connect in Dallas to get on the British Airways plane to London. I don’t remember much about the flight from Memphis except that there was a crying baby… so, nothing too exciting. The flight was short, made it to Dallas, and that was pretty much that.

Boarded the plane to London, got situated, talked a little bit to fellow passengers, and patiently sat, waiting to leave. And then sat some more. And then some more. And, yes, I sat some more. We sat in the terminal/on the runway for a good two full hours. Never having been on an international flight, I didn’t think too much of the long delay because I thought that maybe they were common. Anyway, turns out there was a ‘mystery bug’ on the plane that no average pesticide could kill. The back 30 rows or so (where I was) were told to get off the plane because it was so hot (a furnace, really), and then we found out the ‘mystery bugs’ were bedbugs. Bedbugs?! Eww. Ew. Ew.

So, my flight that should have left at 5:50 pm ended up leaving at 9:45 pm. Awesome….

Finally, I arrived at the Heathrow airport and was picked up by Paul Boxall – a "villager" – and Kristin, another student in the studio. Oh! And how could I forget this fun bit? I almost was denied entry into the country! Yep! I handed my passport to the customs officer and then he asked why I was coming to England. I told him that I was coming to study at Trevor Wye’s studio, but obviously, the officer had never heard of Trevor. So he asked for additional documentation. Oops. Didn’t think about that one when I was packing. I had nothing to show him that Trevor’s class was legit, but for some reason, he let me through after asking a bunch of questions about the program. Whew.

Back to being picked up by Paul and Kristin --- We left Heathrow to pick up Adrian at Gatwick, but what should have been a 30 minute drive ended up being well over an hour. Or something like that. Traffic was TERRIBLE.

(I fell asleep here, and am not going to finish this post. Just writing a new one :P)