You know Powell's City of Books in Portland? Oh, you don't? Well it's a bookstore that takes up an entire city block, made up of a bunch of buildings attached together. It's kind of like a maze to navigate, with all the rooms on different levels and weird staircases doorways and whatnot. Well, shopping at Powell's city of books is pretty much what it feels like to attend classes at King's college, only at King's College you aren't buying anything, you're late, there are no helpful signs, there are huge crowds of people everywhere, you often feel like crying, and there are about 20 times as many rooms.

Going to class in a city is like everything else in a city-- crowded and overwhelming. My classes are in 5 story buildings with about 4 basements each. There are signs that say "Level One- 5th floor" and they are not kidding. The buildings are connected to each other by strange passageways, sometimes in the air. There are random traffic jams of students in the hallway where nobody moves for 5 minutes. There are elevators that stop on every single floor except yours. But there are also old fashioned lecture theaters with raised wooden benches. There is a marble entryway with statues and big staircases. There is, somehow, a victorian chapel on the fourth floor decorated in red and gold where a choir practices and people play the organ, and I am seriously considering joining the anglican church now. There are students smoking cigarettes under the eaves on the Strand. There are professors who talk to you about Paradise Lost in such a way that your mouth hangs open in amazement. I don't know how I feel about this place but I am definitely feeling.