so this week we had a field trip to parliament to tour around the buildings. we got there kind of late and it was impossible to hear our professor, but i just kept thinking " i am at parliament....for school." it is sooo beautiful.
our field trip
earlier that day we got an email from the u.s. embassy saying so stay away from parliament later in the day (after our field trip)...there we're going to be protests, and the last time there were protests some kid threw a fire extinguisher out the window and almost killed some people...obviously we stayed to watch the protests. it was AWESOME. there were like a billion people and a billion more police officers. they just marched around and stuff but we literally almost got ran over, partly cause we were standing in the path, woops.
protests!
we went to a pub on thursday night called oneills in leicester square, which i'm realizing most people probably dont know where that is, which is making me think of me and fryd head making fun of alex last semester and the poaijhsdgjhfdasfkja names she typed on her blog which we had no idea what in the heck she was talking about.
ian and i workin it at oneills
anyway, the pub was super duper fun, i'm doin my thing, dancin to a live band, and out of the corner of my eye i spot a usc-er. two usc-ers in fact. i only recognized this kid because he would roll up shirtless and painted for a field hockey games in high school. i freaked out and went and said hi! they're studying at a near by university.
then, all the bucknell in london kids showed up where i ran into some freshman hall mates and some of mah sissssters hayy. it was crazy fun. we all danced for a long time!
court, ryan and i at oneills
two more things and then i'm done, i promise! so much for the short post!
sunday morning i woke up to what i thought was a "london is being bombed by the world" alarm which i quickly found out is just a regular fire drill. it's a constant screech instead of a intervaled one. i thought fire drills in america were bad. i was wrong.
the thing about fire drills is, you do them your whole life, to the point where you practice realizing its not real. the idea of fires seems impossible. now your probably expecting me to say, well, this time it was for real. well, it wasn't. BUT it wasn't a drill...as I get out of bed and groggily walk down the stairs, i start to see water gushing through a flat door and what i thought was smoke (it was steam) coming from a door and the floor looking like it was about to collapse... me and my friend james bolted down the stairs, and outside. scary stuff!
3 firetrucks and 4 hours later, we found out a pipe had burst and the floor was in fact on the verge of collapsing. somehow they fixed the floor and we were allowed back in around 2. so because QM rocks, we had free biscuits in the cafeteria, then we got a free lunch at "Pride of Asia" which in fact, shouldn't make Asia proud. but it was free, which is super duper for broke pajama clad college students.
fellow usc-ers watching the steelers game
lastly. steelernation. after losing lots of sleep from my firedrill. i still went out at 11:30 to watch the lers at the sports cafe in piccadilly circus. i ran into my high school friends i met the other night and met victor. i also ran into a childhood friend. i dont know if it's pittsburgh or london that's too small, or maybe people from my past can't get enough of me. regardless, the yinzers watched the game and were very excited to see pittsburgh make it to their 3rd superbowl in 5 years. city of champions i think so.
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