My new workplace is about 45 minutes away. It's a loooong ride on the tube, followed by a considerable walk after the closest stop. To be honest, I haven't really started preparing for the interview yet. Or doing any homework here yet. I've decided that I'll either do it right away, as soon as it's assigned, or I'll do it last minute. Either way, I'm not going to spend a lot of time on it because I feel like it's superfluous anyway - my REAL classroom is the streets of London!

The Museum of London was quite dull. They had some cool replicas of Victorian fashion - dresses, petticoats, etc. - that I would totally wear. I just really don't care about fossils from 50 million years ago. And PLUS! - the collection ended with the beginning of the twentieth century. Just when all the good stuff was happening! Or at least the stuff I would care about. Bogus. And they call themselves a museum.

As you all know, I'm meeting Perry today for lunch. I'm pretty nervous because this is my first time going off on my own. I'm not scared of being by myself for safety reasons, but namely because I have no sense of direction whatsoever. My family can attest to the fact that I can't differentiate between my left and my right. When you come upon a street, it will say, "Look left" or "Look right" for oncoming traffic. As you may remember, the English drive on the opposite side of the road as Americans do. I have determined that this is the way I will die. I will enter an intersection, see a "Look left" warning, and I will look right instead, enter the street and collide with a double decker tour bus.

Anyway, I'm not exactly planning to die on the way to meet Perry, but I'm pretty sure I'll get lost and end up in Paris (which hopefully I would notice when I started treading Channel water). Whenever Katie and I go off, she practically has to take my hand to guide me because I keep turning the wrong way. It doesn't help that every time we've gone off to Imperial College we've taken a different route. I'm scared for myself.

Dickon made reservations for us to have tea at 5:30 at the Cadogan Hotel Restaurant in Belgravia: http://en.venere.com/hotel/index.php?htid=72092&lg=en. It looks so fancy! What to wear, what to wear. And no, Carly, just because he's taking me to a hotel does NOT MEAN I'm bringing mace. Five years in prison doesn't sound too appealing to me. Plus, I think I have enough traffic violations on my record without adding "carrying a concealed weapon" assault charges to the list.

Have a great day, everyone!