I had a really hard time sleeping last night for some reason, so when my alarm went off at 6:30 am, I didn't wake up, and for some reason, reset it for 8:20 am. For my 9:00 class. When I woke up at 8:20 and realized what I'd done, I got ready in a hurry, and basically booked it to school.
I met Danielle outside of my first class, Individual Differences in Psychology. I could tell straight away that this class was serious business. Everyone had told us that the first week of classes doesn't really mean anything, and everyone will let us go early, but this man lectured the entire time. We started the class off with an IQ test. It's basically all going to be focused on intelligence and personality, so not really what I expected at all. We have a case study due that's worth 40% of our grade, then a final exam worth 60%. It looks a little intimidating, but we'll just have to wait and see. I found myself wanting to drop it, but I kind of need it for graduation. Danielle & I stayed after to ask the professor, or "tutor," as they're called here, some questions, to which he listened, but didn't seem too receptive. I got the feeling that he didn't like, or appreciate, exchange students in his 300-level (highest level class here) course. We made an appointment with the other tutor to discuss the case study, and she seems a little more accommodating, so we'll see how that goes.
When we were nearly finished with the lecture, a woman wearing a go-go dress & leggings rushed in, completely interrupting the tutor, & started talking about the Positive Psychology class, the class I was supposed to have next. I was a little taken aback that she just interrupted the current lecturer, but I guess anything goes here. After she said her little blurb, she rushed out again, and the tutor continued as if nothing had happened. So interesting.
Danielle wanted to try out the Positive Psychology class too, so we were a little early showing up for that class, so we played on the computers and checked email and the like. I kept looking up other classes since taking another 300 level history course was not high on my to-do list.
The class began, and the go-go tutor started us out by taking an online survey without much introduction to the course. After we finished, she did explain the course, and explained that she didn't want to change our view of Positive Psychology by telling us what it was about, then giving us the quiz, therefore potentially skewing the results. The course is basically divided into two sections - the first going over a few theories, and with which we're supposed to keep a reflective journal, and the second applying the theories to society, in which we're to write an essay about one realm. It seems very interesting.
After, I walked into Twickenham to look for a place to eat since I was dumb and didn't wake up in time for breakfast. I walked all the way down and back this one street, and didn't really find anything, so I went back to the one that we were familiar with, and walked until I found an interesting, and reasonable, looking place to eat. I really wanted some fish & chips, and they had a lovely deal going after 2, so I sat for an hour with a raspberry sambuca spritzer reading one of my recently-acquired second hand books, and waited until 2 pm. At precisely 2, I ordered my 3.20 pound fish & chips, with peas, bread & butter, and tea. Pretty good deal. It was a very cozy little restaurant, and definitely one that I'll have to come back to.
I walked home, had a nap, talked online for a bit, then got ready for what I assumed was going to be a night out. The school runs a bus to one of the local clubs here and back, and includes the entrance fee, all for 5 pounds, so that's what we assumed was happening. However, we found out that it wasn't running tonight, & since we were all dressed up anyway, we still wanted to go out. The four of us met, basically walked the entire length of Broad Street in Teddington, and finally decided on a little restaurant/pub called the Red Lion, since essentially everything else was closed. I ordered a Pimm's, and the other girls ordered Disarronos and Cokes, and we thought that we could have a nice little evening there until the bar tender told us that it closed in 15 minutes. Whoops. So we talked to him, & he suggested we go to Kingston, where the club, Oceana, that we wanted to go to, is. We debated, but decided to go, & caught the bus to Kingston.
The line for Oceana was out the door and around the block, so we passed on that, and decided on the pub across the street, which is the same chain restaurant that the little pub I ate at earlier is. It looked as if it was staying open, so we got drinks and sat down. However, basically as soon as we did that, we were told that the pub would be closing. Foiled again. We drank up, then got the bus back to Teddington. Although our evening plans didn't work out how we wanted them to, at least we know a little bit more about the area now. Pretty good day.
And so ends Day 7.
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