Landed and Other Misadventures

Let us begin the blog with a very American saying:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Okay, finished? I'm not. Anyways, let us dish! So, so, soooooo much to talk about! Okay, first.

Saying goodbye sucks.

Even if it's a see you soon it still takes a piece of your heart and stomps all over it. As I was standing in the TSA line it really hit me that that last sight of my parents and my sister as I was going up the escalator would be the last I'd have in a while. Not a great feeling, but I pulled it together quickly. Especially since the TSA guys wanted me to get my laptop out of my way overweight carry on.

Plane Tip #1

• Put your laptop in a super accessible place. As as a matter of fact just hold it as you go through security and check in. If you don't they have to completely pull apart your bag and take it out. Then they have to go back and rescan your stuff leaving you to wait behind a line of about fifteen other people in your socks while you hold the boots there is no way you're putting back on. Then you have to completely rearrange your bag because Mr. TSA messed it up. 

Went to the duty free store, it was meh. Got a sandwich and skyped my parents while I waited at the airport. Plenty of folks around so use headphones. Otherwise it's just awkward.

Plane Tipe #2

• LAX has free wifi for forty five minutes. You're welcome. 

Virgin Atlantic is amazing. What more could you ask for? Free booze, a small little pillow, a blanket, eyemask, toothbrush, and did I mention free booze? The seats were a bit small but I managed fine. 

I sat next to a lovely woman who let me switch seats with her so I could look out of the windows. I also got this great aisle space to pull down my bag so I could dive in whenever I needed to. Fully recommend sitting in the back aisles where there's two seats a row. 

When we began to pull off from LAX the only thought that occupied my head was "the is the craziest fucking thing I have ever done. What am I doing?" Then we were in the air. The pilot did this low flying loop of LA and I looked out over the Pacific Ocean and the beautiful California coast. 

Then we were ascending. Inside the clouds. A bit more pressure and we were coasting above them. Tips of mountains were there, crests above a luminous cloud covering as we evened out. As the plane balanced I felt all of my worries and fears disappear. Vanish as though they were never even there to begin with. There was nothing left after that but this tranquil sense of serenity.

Hangover 3, Star Trek 2, and some Melody Gardot and Puccini later we were landing and I got my first sense of London. The pilot did this beautiful slow sweep over London letting all of us see the sights before landing at Heathrow. The Home Office line was super slow but once I got through I was treated with a beautiful, beautiful sight. 

Two cops wandering around the Arrivals area. How is this different than at LAX? Well these cops had three guns on them. A standard issue strapped  to the outer thigh. One pistol on a clip on the waistband. And, last but certainly not least, a HUGE AK-47 slung across the chest, palm resting against the handles as they meandered around. Wait, what?

By this time I was highly sleep deprived and had almost been up 24 hours but when the girl next to me uttered, "What the hell?" I knew I wasn't dreaming. They really had AK-47s draped casually over their chests. Wow.

So after that me and the girl started talking and during the three hour wait for the coach bus we all kept each other busy. 

By the time I finally made it to my dorm it was almost 7pm. 

I was STARVING, CRANKY, and really really TIRED but I made it. I grabbed food and knocked out for almost 14 hours straight. It was NICE.

Tuesday was full of mundane things like paperwork and wandering to the store. I won ten pounds on a game and also talked with a ton of folks while getting stuff done. I'll come back to the shopping a bit, but let's  move to Wednesday. 

Orientation at 9:30. I know, eww, right? Got there on time. Didn't start until around 11. Noticing the pattern here? Regardless of the speeches and boring bits the highlight was definitely the super cool icebreaker where they were trying to call out people's home countries. It was super cool to see how many different places all have people here. From Jordan to Canada to the Islands to Chile to Sierra Lione, There were tons. 

Though there was a great moment when there were tons of folks still standing and the coordinator waved towards these ethnic girls and said "I hope this isn't a small Afircan country, here." Me and this girl from Portland just looked at each other like, Oh no she didn't. hahahaha. They were from Jamaica, by the way. 

I opted for no Kingston tour because I'd already given myself a tour while I was lost and shopping the day before. I just went to the IT guy to get my laptop looked at. He told me the port was broken and he couldn't do anything. 

He recommends a local guy down the street who then charged me 35 pounds ($55 for my American friends) to update my drivers. MY FREAKING DRIVERS. That's a ten minute, maximum, job you freaking jerk! He had already fixed it even though he said we'd talk price BEFORE he did so so I gave him the money and walked away fuming mad.

You would never, in a million years, guess what happened next. 

Nope, your guess is wrong. 

I ran across two American Mormon missionaries. 

They stopped me and we just sat there talking for about ten minutes. I told them how I have friends doing their missions now as well and they were super nice and really down to earth. Then they prayed with me. Yes, I don't like organized religion but if someone is willing to pray for you then it's great to take whatever good will they're offering. You may not believe in their religion but positive energy is positive energy. 

After I walked away from them I felt so much better. I wasn't angry anymore and as much as I hated that little rat-faced jerkoff I was fine. I then went to the pub and had two pints of Stella with my flatmate, Urbain (super adorable, blonde Swiss guy who is unbelievable awesome and has the cutest boyfriend that I get to meet next week).

Okay, no we're getting to this weeks lessons. Each week I will hopefully have new lessons and stuff I've learned since I've been here to share with you all.

Lesson #1

• Temporary debit card? Yeah. Right. They don't do that here. They also don't do Debit/Credit cards so always come with extra cash and be ready to wait a while before you get your cell and and bank account set up.

Lesson #2

• VAT Tax. It's a 20% mark up on products. It's stakced into the prices so it makes it seem like you're spending a done of cash when really it's about the same amount as in the States, you just have a higher tax rate.

Lesson #3

• American Pizza Hut and Dominos. The catch? It's a bit more expensive buuuut they're huge classy restaurants. I wandered in after my two pints of Stella and I thought I was lost. I was a bit drunk and obviously entertaining because the manager gave me some free soda and was totally chatting me up. NICE. Guess he like girls that giggle to themselves and look like loons. 

Lesson #4

• No free water of free condiments with your food? You mean I just spent 6 pounds on Haddock and you won't even give me free tartar suace? How. Dare. You.

Lesson #5

• The @ key is in the place of ; and the £ key is above the 2. I screwed up my email every time I had to type it.

Lesson #6

• Walking? Sure. It's only a mile to campus. That's fine. Umm, I didn't factor in the fact that I would have to often walk back and forth, back and forth for things in town, things I needed from my room... My poor little feeties. Hahaha. It's just something I have to get used to. I could take the bus but walking is the best way of getting used to the town. Plus, I get to look out at the Thames as I cross the bridge every day. Worth it. 

In blue is how I try to walk down and yellow is how, no matter what, I always end up getting back hahaha.

Lesson#7

• Bruises. Brusies everywhere. If you're carrying twenty pound bags in each hand for a mile you're gonna have a bad time. You'll also get some guy who's twenty years older than you insisting on helping you carry your bags and being really really friendly. Let him carry some bags but make sure he knows his charm isn't going to get him anywhere.

All in all I'm having a great time. It's rained every day since I've been here and I've literally only seen the sun for 10 minutes in the past 5 days but what can you do. I feel like I'm forgetting some things, but that's to be expected. I've experienced so much in such a short time. And I haven't even gone into central London yet! 

Horsies every morning!

The Bridge from my room.

My View!

I'm almost sorted, I've got my bank done, the shopping is almost done as well. I just need to get some pans and my mobile and i'll be free! Haha. Still weirded out that they don't do wifi here as much as we do in America but it's cool.

Anyways, I'm off to mingle at the halls BBQ down stairs. 

Cheers!


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 MY ADDRESS (if you're interested)

Amanda McWhorter

Kingston Bridge House - 4C4

Church Grove

Hampton wick

Kingston Upon Thames (London)

Surrey

KT1 4AG

United Kingdom