Wit of London

My belongings are all over the floor and standing in pre-packing formation, my Notice to Quit form is propped up by the door, and I’ve checked in online for my flight tomorrow morning. All that’s left to do is book a cab and actually get out off this island, which is more difficult that it seems given the current state of affairs at Heathrow.

My friends at UCL have managed to squeak out of the narrow window of opportunity that opened up between yesterday and today, and I’m hoping that the fact that my flight hasn’t been cancelled yet is a good sign, given that my plane would be leaving in less than twenty-four hours. The thought of spending Christmas alone in a dorm with a bowl of pasta is enough to make me considering swimming across the English Channel and sprint across the Continent. 

I’ve got quite a lot to pack (read: throw away), though, so I’m hanging out in FGH, listening to English radio, and obsessively checking my flight status. 

Fingers crossed.

[UPDATE: FLIGHT CANCELLED, but booked on another flight to Rome. GOOD BYE LONDON, GOOD BYE JYA. S’been real.]

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It would have been too easy.

My sister and my dad were supposed to arrive in London tomorrow, hang around for a few days while I packed up, and then we were all supposed to leave together to go to Rome for the holidays. No.

Snow. 

Now flights are cancelled and people will be stuck until at least Wednesday (for what anyone who’s lived on the East Coast for any length of time will tell you is an negligible amount of snow)… So now what? It’s possible that my flight could be cancelled as well, and I’m in the process of moving out… In the meantime, our hotel is non-refundable and the clock is ticking.

I might have to train out of here, which would be an interesting experience but aggravating given the amount of luggage I’d have to taken along unless I shipped most everything back either to Los Angeles or to Philadelphia. Everything is up in the air at this point and we’re all running around trying to figure out what to do… and, frankly, I would have rather spent my first few days of break napping.

America, I miss you.

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Hahaha you obviously know my process oh so well.

And yes! Not in it’s full-blown severity given that it’s only been a few hours, but we’ll get there. The scratchy throat doesn’t lie. It doesn’t help that it started snowing again either. 

[For those who are unaware, I always get sick at the end of the semester because the transition from stress to freedom is always too much for my body to bear, haha.]

I’ve never been so happy and relieved to see so much pink in my whole life.

Seven receipts for seven essays. 

As I mentioned, I finished my DISP yesterday morning and took the rest of the day to rest and hang out with Taylor for a little bit. Last night I was submitting my essays electronically since we have to run it through the Turnitin program that checks for plagiarism when I ran into a bit of an issue… six out of the seven papers were accepted without any problem whatsoever, but when I tried to submit one of my Europe 1870-1945 essays, it said I was past the deadline even though I most definitely was not and I’d already submitted the rest of them.

Panic.

I emailed both the head secretary and my professor, attaching the paper to prove I’d done it on time, telling them that I’d still turn in the two hard copies that we were supposed to turn into the department, and asking them how to proceed. My professor responded saying that hopefully the secretary responds and telling me to definitely submit the hard copies… the secretary never responded (and still hasn’t responded). Immediately after this ordeal, I get an email from the library saying that there would be an emergency closure because of something or other that I don’t remember, so I wouldn’t be able to print out my 165 pages there… and there was no paper in the computer room for my dorm. 

Panic.

Luckily, Taylor agreed to get up early this morning to let me print from the printer she has in her room. On my way out of my room to meet her this morning, I randomly checked the submission site. It turns out that the History Dept. secretary had re-opened the submission page… without ever telling me that she had… So I quickly went through that process and went to Taylor’s. Half-way through the second copy of the last paper, the printer stops recognizing the ink-cartridges. 

Panic.

After ten or fifteen minutes of taking the cartridges in and out, replacing the cartridges, and almost running to Ryman’s to buy new ones, Taylor realizes that they were for her old printer and whipped out the correct ones… just in time for her to meet with a friend at noon. 

From there, things went smoothly. Finally. I turned in all my work to the department, got the receipts for them (pictured above) and then went to Cilantro to meet up with Taylor again for lunch. While I was waiting for her, all the exhaustion and stress that I hadn’t been feeling for the past month hit me all at once. A latte saved me from falling asleep right there, but now I definitely feel free and I will never have to step onto campus for academic purposes ever again. 

We celebrated by going to Muji, where I picked up school supplies for next semester (because I can’t ever seem to actually relax) and then I came back to FGH. I can’t wait to finally get some sleep. I’m probably going to watch Love Actually and drink tea or something awfully British… 

FREEEDOMMM!

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