Time Flies

So here we are quickly approaching Christmas break and I am JUST now getting to posting, I apologize for the delays, but I've been busy getting to know this city and some of the people who bravely face it each day with me.

Caitlin just left and as I was mentally comparing her trip to Andrea's (who was here a few weeks before her), I realized that there was little comparison to be had. The girls are like night and day in their own respects, they are polar opposites and their trips were reflections of their opposite nature.

Now that I am alone in the city, embracing the solice for the next couple weeks, I am beginning to really feel the pressure of school. Welcome to crunch time. The previous 9 weeks have been relatively easy. Now facing the coming weeks is overwhelming to say the least. I am planning on being at either the library or Starbucks everyday day working on projects. I am particularly feeling the pressure since my background is so foreign to these instructors.

Many of the case studies we are reading and examining are American company based, but instead of praising the economic progresses and efficiency models, instead we are focusing on the jobs lost and the peoples lives displaced. Its depressing. American society is based on being the best possible version of yourself that you could possibly be, and if you get laid off and need to further your education to survive, that's exactly what you do. And the people here have no understanding of that. They so innocently believe that you are either blessed, lucky, or deserve retribution. Bull shit. The generation that was born along with me has every opportunity I do to better their lives. Retribution died along with their great great grandparents.

Not sure if you can tell but I am a little fired up about this right now. I just got into a heated discussion with a fairly ignorant English woman who has no concept of this type of thought. I hate feeling extreme for feeling like me. But as an American living in a British city, I am constantly feeling like a fish out of water. (God how I would love to be submerged in water right now, I am missing the ocean big time.)

Speaking of water, I might be heading to Brighton tomorrow. I need to see the sea, and feel God's power. I find myself openly praying for Gods hand of protection (as I stumble home from the pub @ 2am on a Tuesday), but I haven't felt him in my soul since I arrived. I need to see his power through the waves and know how small I am and how insignificant my current scope of problems are in compared to his plan for my life. (sorry to go all religious on you, but that's where I am at right now).

Well, here we are approaching the pubbing hour. I am meeting some classmates at our favourite Tuesday night spot just between campus and the tube called The Hoop and Grape. Let the memories, laughter, love and life flourish through the comfort of a warm location and ease of an alcoholic beverage. As the Brits say "cheers".