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I just finished my first class, Costume Dramas.

It's a lecture class, but it's a small one: there's about 20 or so people in the class.
So it's big enough to feel like you can just blend in if you want to, but small enough that you still feel like there's a one-on-one type thing with the teacher/"lecturer".
We only have three full professors in the school of Drama...then there are senior lecturers and lecturers. I assume it's a sort of heirarchy type thing where you start as lecturer and hopefully get up to professor, but I don't care enough to attempt to make sense of it.

The class itself seems like it will be good.
The teacher is easy to understand, which isn't the case with all uni professors regardless of the country, so that's nice.
Because of the way that British courses are set up, most of these kids have been in the same course together for the past two years (sometimes at home you take courses outside of your major, but these kids don't, so they've been together in classes almost constantly for two years).
So it was intimidating to walk in and everyone in the room knows everyone except you and two other girls (other associate students).
But the ones I met were really nice, so that's good.
One thing I've learned is that I have a REALLY hard time understanding British people when there's a lot of people talking at once. It's the same at home with Americans, but slightly harder I suppose.

But I've also learned that it's much easier for me to block out people with British accents simply because it's a foreign enough accent that if I don't particularly feel like understanding what they have to say, I don't have to.
And not understanding something makes it much easier to ignore.
On the other hand, sometimes I need to try harder if I want to understand something.
So it's goes both ways, I guess.

Today in class was interesting--we had to break into groups and analyze our own clothing. We had to discuss how our clothes represented our gender, the year we live in, and the culture of London.
It was cool, because finally my foreign-ness was useful!
It's much easier to figure out how something represents London when the only perspective that you have is that of an outsider.

I went to the grocery store today and made the mistake of shopping while hungry.
But I only bought food for lunch, which was smart.
They have really strange chip flavors here ("crisps", fyi)
I wasn't feeling too adventurous, but I wanted something new, so I bought Roast Chicken flavored chips.
The packaging looks like Lay's, but it's called Walker's.
I don't know how I feel about these chips yet.
They aren't bad, they just aren't particularly good.

Last night I went to a movie.
There's a theater down the street from here that sells tickets for 4GBP, which is cheap for London...and pretty much every other place I've ever been to (it's roughly $8 per ticket....a little less, actually)
We saw a film called The Women.
The nicest thing I can say about it, is that it tries really really hard to be as awesome as Sex ad the City.
But it fails miserably.
There is ONE boy in the entire film.
I'm not joking--no male extras, no male characters, none of that. Except for ONE, who doesn't even count.
Maybe that sounds good to some people, but trust me--it's NOT.

Anyway, I had so much trouble sleeping last night (I guess I was nervous for today or something?) so I'm going to try to take a quick nap before my 2pm class.
Tonight I'm going to see Arsenal vs. Sheffield United (that's football).
I'm excited.
I know a lot of people who love Arsenal, so I want to see what all of the fuss is about.
Plus, football is just such a great game and I haven't been to a game in YEARS...
:)