Classes started today. I’m not sure I’ll ever fully recover from the irony of taking American Studies courses in England. (But hey, isn’t there that argument about not knowing where you’re going if you don’t know where you came from?)
My classmate and I tried to find copies of Leaves of Grass and The Crucible at approximately seven different bookstores on Charing Cross. Apparently anti-American sentiments extend beyond the visa application to the shelves of the bookstore. Yet the whole time we were in one store, Neil Diamond singing “Soolaimon” reminded me that it’s a selective and rather unpredictable process.
Most infuriating, I think, was arriving at my rescheduled Travel Writing course to discover that the newly-created section of the course was made just for study abroad students. So I’m in a class consisting entirely of American students. Which is the exact opposite of how I had intended to study while in another country.
I still have two more courses to begin, however. Thursday will be judgment day.