For my art course
we have to write a paper analysing a work of art so to help us with that the
entire course was paid for and taken to London instead of the Thursday lecture.
Waking up at seven
in the morning to make sure that I would make it over to the coach in time I wasn’t
so pleased. I had been up late the night before finishing off homework for my
film module. (It was actually pretty interesting; it involved reading these
articles that the professor posted on Moodle about various going ons in the
film industry world and then commenting on them to create lively discussions
and debates.) So when I was still reading and discussing and then glanced over
at the time to see that it was about three in the morning all that popped in my
head was, “Well tomorrow is not going to be very fun.” I finished up my point,
closed my laptop, made a face at the clock and then just feel right to sleep.
Knowing how
terrible my morning would be I forced myself to get out of bed when my alarm
went off at seven. Pretty much rolling out of bed and with my eyes half open, I
dragged myself to the shower. I don’t think I fully opened my eyes till the
water hit my skin, I had braced myself the night before for the horror that
today would bring but standing in the shower I found myself weighing the options.
Should I go? I don’t think they are going to take attendance. It’s a big
lecture, the professor doesn’t know my name. I could just go back to sleep and
Google the paintings. No, I won’t, it is a free trip to London, I will just
drink coffee, it will not be so bad once I get moving. Back in my room I
realized the sun was just starting to rise, it’s never a good thing to wake up
before the sun, if you can beat the earliest riser, you aren’t sleeping enough.
Pulling on my
clothes I slowly but surely began to make myself presentable for the day.
Drinking about six shots of espresso I found myself still exhausted, but the
exhaustion you get when you are so wired on caffeine that you couldn’t sleep
even if you tried.
Trudging along to
meet the coach I find myself thinking that if I just walked a little bit slower
they would leave without me, it wouldn’t really be my fault and there would be
nothing I could do about it except go back to my room. However, I refrained. I
continued to walk up the hill and reached the group well before we were due to
depart.
With the knowledge
that I knew absolutely no ones names in the course I sent myself out on a
mission to make a friend before we boarded the bus. I ended up trying to strike
up this one conversation with a girl with bright red hair but she just didn’t
seem to interested. Instead I ended up making friends with this girl names Ann.
Ann was incredibly sweet, a native Norwegian sometimes I found myself not
understanding what she was saying so I would just nod and smile. She was a good
buddy throughout the day, it was very easy to talk to her and despite the fact
that we spent most of the day in silence it was never uncomfortable.
We ended up not leaving campus till 9:30
despite the fact that we were due to leave at 9. The bus ride in wasn’t bad at
all; I ended up sleeping for the majority of it, and was woken up by a lovely
pain shooting down my neck from sleeping on it wrong. And then we arrived in
London. London is fantastic. I found
myself walking down the street just loving everything about it. I love the
dirty sidewalks, the people, the air smelling like gasoline and cigarettes, the
rude bus drivers, and the homeless men harassing me for spare change. Well
maybe love is a strong word, I don’t mind it, I am truly not bothered by it.
There is never a dull moment and if there is all you have to do is walk down a
block to find the next bit of entertainment. This place smiles and has this air
about it that if the walls could talk, oh the stories it would tell.
Walking down the
street we came to the first museum but because the coach had ran late we didn’t
have a lot of time to spend in it. I was lucky enough to see some Manet pieces
(My favourite painter) before me and Ann went down to the coffee shop where I drank
other espresso while she had a mouth watering looking piece of lemon and poppy
seed cake. If I had know her better I would have asked for a bit but I was
smart enough to catch the words before they left my lips.
Eager to move onto
the next museum we made our way to the meeting point to wait for the rest of
the students in the course to arrive. When we began out walk I was blown away
by the design of the building and of the city itself. The contrast between this
almost space age, modern looking buildings and the ones that have been around
as long as the country are almost comical to look at.
The
third museum we went to was the Tate Modern. Now, I do like some modern art but
when a man gashes a hole in the canvas and tries to come up with some deeper
meaning to it all I have to say is he probably really got angry at a perfectly
good canvas because he realized he had no artist talent and then proceeded to
ruin it making sure that no one would be able to create anything beautiful with
it. I like art with talent.
By
then end of the trip I was exhausted and the three hours it took to get out of
London did nothing for my mood. Meaning the second I finally made it back to
the flat, a good two hours after we were supposed to, I just went in my room,
watched a movie, ate some food and just went to sleep with out a word to anyone
else.
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