Author: wfarquharson@rollins.edu

Ok excuse my French in the title. It is a bit more naughty to say “bloody” here, quite a thrill actually. Before I get into how sad I am to leave (yawn), I have to tell you, dear readers of America, I had the absolute pleasure of seeing the INCREDIBLE Emma Thompson and the MAGNIFICENT…

So it seems as if my last post published itself prematurely. How strange. I suppose I’ll pick up where I left off. So yes, it’s hardly easy to believe that it’s almost over now. I feel there’s so much of London I still haven’t explored yet. Just the other day, I went to the BFI…

On one hand, I feel like I’ve lived here all my life. On the other hand it’s as if I have just arrived, where has the time gone?

When March came around, it came time for midterm assignments. I’ve never had more fun with my midterms. In Contemporary British Film, we were told we could write about anything to do with the films we had already seen in class as long as it was interesting and we could say 1000 words about it….

By the end of February, I felt that I knew the city almost as well as I know Orlando. I knew how to get anywhere I needed to go, within reason. I knew that I could figure out any part of the Underground, even without an app, simply from the maps in the stations and…

Around week three, I, along with most of my fellow exchange students, started to believe I was actually living in one of the biggest and most diverse cities in the world. I started noticing and experiencing the small things that made London real. I learned which corner stores had the cheapest sandwiches and when they were…

No sooner had I become acquainted with London than I decided to take a trip to another metropolitan European city, Amsterdam. When I was in high school in the Bahamas, I had a friend named Johanna. We were in the same class from freshman year to graduation and she was one of the people I…

It’s almost impossible to recall my first few weeks here in London. Those were the days when I didn’t know the Piccadilly line from the District, the 94 bus from the 237. That was back when I called it a trash can and not a bin, the bathroom and not the toilet. Looking back to…

Packing, planning, pining for London. Only four more days to go and there are so many things to do. It’s a little difficult to believe that I’ll be living in a flat in Shepherd’s Bush this time next week. And yet, here we are. I’ve been wanting to go back to London for years now…