running around

I’m running out of money fast. In fact, after all the necessities: train rides, contact lens solution, coffee, etc. I am down to £20 until my funding posts. There is something about poverty that is helpful. It forces you to stop taking things for granted and debate how much you want something. Internet access in the dorm (£70) becomes a luxury. Since I am without a duvet & nearly froze my first night despite wearing flannel pajamas and socks, plus layers of towels, I actually took an abandoned blanket in the hall. Never in my life would I have taken someone’s discarded bedding, but the blanket was soft, cream-colored, and appeared clean. Plus if it stays on top of the bedspread, I don’t have to touch it…Anyway. It’s funny how you adapt to circumstances. Appropriate, since I am in the land of Darwin...

Attempted to open a bank account. Probably one of the most tedious processes in the world. You need to deposit £2000 to open an account. My department can’t give me funding until I have an opened an account, so I am in the middle of a Catch-22. Has to be resolved by October something or I have to leave school. I don’t mind not eating, but this is worrisome.

Met with the European Studies department, or as they are abbreviated on my ID card: Euro Studs. “So, what do you study?” “Euro Studs.” Judging from the French boys I filled out my bank forms with, that might be true!

Registered for a doctor. I am now part of the NHS.

Scouted for jobs. Holding out for a bar/pub position.

Looked at the gym. Gorgeous, but only 2 yoga classes. Which are 2 more than I currently take…

Still need to find out about the Italian & French classes. Ho dimenticato parlare italiano.