The past three days have been marked by two words: pain and starvation.
Let me begin with Saturday. Saturday morning I woke up bright and early to make a skype call back home, and then I rushed to shower and throw together a small breakfast before football (soccer) tryouts. We were supposed to meet for the tryouts at 12, and my friends and I arrived a little early. I don't know who told us to meet at twelve, but we ended up sitting around for 45 minutes or so, while the captains joked around and showed off their BA cars (for these UK student football captains, that apparently means a car the size of a Honda Insight with beat up rims). Then we went to the field and warmed up for another 45 minutes while the captains who were late took their time showing up. Then we played football for a solid 4 hours. I thought we'd be done by 3, but I didn't leave the field until 5. Needless to say, I was starving by that point.
That night I had a hearty meal with the good old dub-J (B.J.) from 'SC at the hard rock cafe, and then we walked around near Harrod's and Hyde park on my sore legs.
Thinking I had not made the football (soccer) team that day (there were plenty of better players than me) I decided to go to the american football team practice the next morning, so again I woke up early and joined their crew. We started at 10, and so again I scarfed down a quick breakfast thinking I would be able to tide myself over until practice ended, which I surmised should be around noon. We were quickly whipped into shape by an American coach wearing a USC sports jacket (fight on!). More than one kid doubled over and puked on the field. I've played football since I was a little kid, but I never knew how much technique and strategy went into each position-I had a blast learning all about the different positions.
I ended up actually making the football (soccer) team as far as what I can tell from the not-very-informative text I received from one of the lower division captains, so now I have to decide between the two sports. Playing football would be a blast in the UK, but playing american football in full pads and getting to knock people flat would also be ridiculous fun. Hard life choice here.
Today was my first class. Lots of music geeks discussed how we enjoy music and what features make it interesting to us. My science-major-self kept quiet and enjoyed listening. I'll have to do some background reading before I start piping up to join the ranks of the intense musicians. After class I chatted with Chris (Agape staff here), and I then went over to Piccadilly circus to get some much needed athletic pants (vs. shorts), and a decently warm jacket that wasn't the size of an eskimo's parka. I found a jacket at a 3-story H&M after much deliberation, and a lot of my decision on the particular jacket was based on what they did and didn't have my size in. After taking some back streets to see Handel's house (which was closed, but still cool to see), I walked back by that H&M only to discover another massive, 3-story H&M half a block from the first one. Apparently somebody missed something when H&M was planning out their locations. I decided against going in and seeing what sizes the second mega-H&M had available because I am not a shopping fan, and I had already spent almost 2 hours walking and shopping. Bleh.
Tomorrow is my biology of cancer class. My lecture theater is glass-paneled and sits atop a 30-story hospital. Be jealous. Very jealous.
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