I had the most terrible morning!
So I had this system... my iPod Touch was set to London time (because I use it a lot and I need to know what time it is here) but my computer was still on Seattle time because usually when I am using it, I am writing to my parents or Eia or Hayley or someone back in the US and it was convenient to know instantly what time it was at home.
But last night I charged my iPod with my laptop and forgot that it resets automatically. I went to bed with my iPod alarm set to 7:30 AM, and didn't think anything of it.
I awoke naturally this morning, and suddenly felt really uneasy. I checked the iPod and it said 12:30.
Even in my half-asleep state, I knew this meant one of two things. Either I had only slept for one hour (having gone to bed at 11:30) and it was suddenly light in the middle of the night, or I was 2 and a half hours late to class.
I didn't know what to do. Go to class late in my pajamas? Shower and go even later? Just find everyone at lunch and explain to my instructor what happened?
Then I stopped. Something didn't feel right. I opened my laptop and saw that it too said 12:30. I looked at my iPod again. Looked out the window. Looked at my computer.
It was only 8:30 AM in London.
We had a nice day of class; a man from the US Embassy came and spoke with us and then we had introductions where my instructor embarrassed me by referring to me as "our resident member of the YouTube community".
After class, 5 girls and I hopped on a bus to Bromley where they have a magnificent shopping mall. We forgot how stupid London is about staying open, and took our time eating lunch at a Marks & Spencer, giving ourselves only about 45 minutes in the shops before we were being ushered out rather hastily, mostly empty-handed. Most disappointing day of shopping ever.
We learned that Thursday is "late night shopping day" where the stores stay open until 9. WoooOOoOooo. Otherwise they close at 6.
SIX! That's so early! When do people shop? I don't understand. The stores must be so horribly crowded on Saturdays and Sundays.
We came back home, dejected and not having filled our thirst for British clothes, and all planned on taking naps or doing things in our rooms, but these boys from our group convinced us to head down to the "Jolly Fenman" (the only pub within walking distance) and we ended up staying there for 4 hours or something. We met a bartender named Karley who plans to show us everything London has to offer in our month here if we agree to keep hanging out at the Fenman. She was fun and we'll probably spend a LOT of evenings here at the Fenman, especially since she seems dead set on showing us "her" London.
I just want to find a Primark.
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