This whole going to school while in england thing is just not working out for me. It feels like I'm on a vacation, but I'm not. What is that all about? I managed to get reasonably caught up for two of my classes but unfortunately I am taking four classes. I haven't even bought this week's book for American fiction and the class is tomorrow. For some reason I am deathly afraid of being called on in class and revealed as the ignorant clueless homesick American that I am. I am not used to being the stupid one. Maybe this whole thing would be easier if I were. Maybe I should just resign myself to the fact that I will not be getting good grades while in this city. I will just have to stop being such a nerd, that's all.

In other news, I opened a bank account today. Kind of. It's not actually activated yet. But I did it all by myself like a real grownup.

I have decided I need to become more cultured and start going to concerts and plays and things instead of just the student bar all the time. I have also decided that I need to explore other parts of London besides the few square miles within walking distance. But I suppose first I should get on this whole reading thing. Oh geez.