Ugh, Class?

So my second class (I have two now and one during my internship) is called International Correspondent. I knew taking it was a mistake because I don't do well with war or anything gory (plus, I'm super emotional), but I felt like I was supposed to take this class because I'm a journalism major. Plus, the other ones seemed totally irrelevant, and this one is at least relevant in that I'll learn about what goes into making the news I read (I don't really think Cosmo would ever send me to, like, Zimbabwe). Unfortunately, the class is already making me miserable because we watched some war documentary, and today we went to the Barbican (an art gallery) to see photos from a bunch of wars by Robert Capa. At the end, I didn't want to see blood anymore so I sat down, but I ended up losing the group and taking the Tube back by myself, promptly getting lost and spending an hour making my way back to Queen's Gate (where I live).

Soon I'm heading over to our classroom building for an Inauguration pizza party (so I've got my Party Like Barack Star tee on). Watching history + free dinner = good time.

The only other real news is of my experience with British food. I had previously only had burgers -- one at a pub, which was SUPER well-done, and one at a burger place, which was rare. Yuck. So they were living up to their reputation here. Last night a friend from home was here (she is studying in London, too, but in a different program and needed a place to crash before move-in today) so we went out to dinner on the Kensington High Street, which is a really cute area with lots of shops. The food was actually really good there, but maybe that was just a fluke.

Still waiting to run into Hugh Grant, who lives in the area. My RA already saw him. Hmm...