Wednesday, July 18th

Wednesday, July 18th... 6 hours of classes! But somehow, my first class got out 2 hours early. I could've passed out with excitement! I spent this time wisely working on a paper that was due at 9pm. My lovely friends wanted me to eat dinner with them and then I got beckoned to go out with them. I rushed to finish my paper so we could get out before the pubs close (at a ridiculous 9pm or something) but of course, Murphy's Law had something else in mind for me. I came back to my room to get my paper printed off and turned it and it was gone! My professor had somehow put a block on it to where if we left it open for so long then it would close. Of course, I didn't know this and I completely lost my entire paper. Entirely his fault. Who does that?! I was less than thrilled about losing my 8 page paper that I worked on for so long.

I went to Cedric, one of the RA's, almost in tears telling him what had happened. Thankfully, he could revive at least the rough draft of my paper. Time was closing in on me and I didn't have time to edit or anything I had previously e-mailed my professor to tell him what had happened. I got a very nasty response implying that I'm another no good, partying college student who should prepare better and not procrastinate and not pay this much money to come to London to party. Of course, I was LIVID. I had to get off campus before I knocked on this fellow's door and gave him a piece of my redheaded mind. I told one of the coordinators about it and they requested to see the e-mail and said it was entirely out of line of him and that they would handle it. So to relieve some of the crap I had put up with today... we went out! 

We went back downtown of course and ended up in Soho. We jumped around to a few places and met some cool English people, starting at a bar called "Be @ 1". What I learned new today is that when a male bartender asks me "Single or double for the beautiful American?" always say single! I ended up with a Jack Daniels and Coke that had more whiskey content than an alcoholic's dream. Naturally, I did not drink it. 4 pounds down the drain! We went to another place where it was a really fun atmosphere. Anything to get the whiskey taste out of my mouth, I got a really girly drink. The rest of my night went smoothly with lots of fun, friends, sobriety and laughter.

OH YEAH!!!! And while we were walking out of the last place back to the Tube, I SAW A JERSEY BOY! I almost cried! I yelled "OH MY GOD! IT'S A JERSEY BOY!" and everyone looked at me like I was insane. For those who don't know, Jersey Boys is my favorite musical right now and I want to see it sooo bad! Which I will be doing once! After all YOLO- "you only London once!" hehe :)