Okay, so I've finally had all of my classes except for London experience, which is tomorrow. We are going on a tour of London via the tube.
My classes are wonderful! Well, all except one. I have, basically, a human geography class about global London which is terrible. However, it is worth the sacrifice for... dun dun... THE BIRTH OF COOL. Yes. We talked about everything from Miles Davis to quantum physics, and somehow it all fit together wonderfully. Shakespeare is also phenomenal; it is taught by this hilarious, tiny British woman who lives in the countryside. She has marvelous anecdotes about slugs. Also, my art class takes place solely in museums around town.
After class, I sat in the British museum for an hour. It is a block away from where I live. There is an exhibit on "Living and Dying," which I explored. I sat and watched other people walking through the exhibit. It was fascinating to watch their faces and guess their reactions to the exhibit. There was one man, in particular, who caught my attention because he was just. so. freakin'. old. I wonder what it is like for a very old man to look at an exhibit about life and death. On my way out, I also saw a statue from 800 BC. It was an attendant to the Assyrian god of writing, Nabu. There was an inscription to go with it: "DO NOT TRUST IN ANOTHER GOD." I liked that, even though I'm not sure sure how trustworthy language is, in the end, since it is all just symbols and everything. I figure trusting in muses is probably better than trusting in the god of war or whatever else. Poetry ftw.
More updates later, gators.
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