Woke up, did more shopping (finally finished off all the necessities) and looked at what is in store for classes... wha-! Are you freaking kidding me! As an assignment for Tuesday, we had to do the following:
- Visit 2 train stations and write some specific information in our journals
- Visit 2 parks and write some specific information in our journals
- Visit 2 of of 10 other places listed on the paper and write some specific information in our journals
- Visit 2 of 6 religious places listed on the paper and write some specific information in our journals
- Buy and go over several Sunday papers and answer lots of questions
- Watch the telly (TV) for an hour and answer specific questions
- One last ridiculously vague and time-consuming question, the details of which aren't important
I told myself I would not swear in this blog but boy am I tempted. That's a lot of hours for an assignment when class hasn't even started. I found Steve and another friend, Michelle, to go places with me. Despite needing to go to a play today with the whole Bucknell group, I figured that I would knock off 2 train stations: Charing Cross Station and Paddington Station. Keep in mind that part of the assignment was to listen to what languages are being spoken, so at times we literally had to just eavesdrop on people's conversations. It felt strange. Anyway Charing Cross Station was a modest station, not too big and not too small. However, we could not admire it for long. We had to keep an eye on the time, as we planned to lunch in Paddington Station and then go straight to the play.
|Yep, a significant percentage of them were the victims of eavesdropping.|
|Arches... endless arches... ... ... ... and a lady whose face is disintegrating!|
We finished lunch and got onto the Tube (subway) and got off at Baker Street Station. We went onto the streets and began walking, following an intensely terrible map that was made for us. We had about 40 minutes of spare time to make a trip that should have taken 10 minutes because I like to be early to places. So we walked... and walked (past Madame Tussauds)... and walked... and walked... and wait a minute. What time is it?! We have 15 minutes!
Then things got intense... we walked faster. Now I have a fast gait, but Steve is 6' 1" so when he walks fast, I have to jog every few steps. We finally got to a treey (yes I spelled that right) area and asked for directions. With 10 minutes to go, we were pointed in the direction of the park and started walking... fast. We located a map and saw that the site of the play was just a straight shot down this tiny straight path... except we had no idea the park was F*ING HUGE. So that tiny straight shot turned into a 6 minute run. Anyone reading this (except maybe one person) knows why I can't run for long, but dammit I ran (I HATE being late), finishing slightly ahead of my two companions.
|The area shown is about 1/1000th of the park's total. I am NOT exaggerating!|
|You are looking at brilliance.|
The first act of the play was spectacular in every sense of the word. It was basically was about fairy tales and ingeniously wove these famous fairy tales (mainly little red riding hood, Cinderella, Jack and the bean stalk, and Rapunzel) into an overarching original narrative. However, the play also poked fun at all of them. The best character by a landslide was the wolf. His many uncalled for pelvic thrusts, grinds, and sexual advances on little red riding hood had the whole audience doubled over in laughter. Little red riding hood herself, portrayed as overweight and who, on the way to grandma's house, eats the items she got for grandma, also garnered laughs. The two princes (Rapunzel's and Cinderella's) were also hilarious (Cinderella's also played the wolf). They were portrayed as super charming but slightly oblivious men.
The second act of the play was very disappointing. It was neither as funny nor as clever as the first act but had one almost redeeming factor: Judi Dench...'s recorded voice as the giant. I recognized it during the play but was dismayed to find out that it was just a recording.
Then Steve, a friend named Becky, and I set out to find a Church (Steve and Becky actually needed to go and I needed to see a Church). We got slightly lost on the way but it was actually an intuitive guess on my part that got us to the church. They went inside, and I took notes and headed home. I also got lost on the way and ended up walking all the way back to the Baker Street Station to head home. On the way I encountered a huge mosque, and I was tempted to go in and have a look until I got to the entrance. People were leaving what I assumed to be a service but everyone looked Arabic. No you're not getting me, they all looked REALLY Arabic, like on a stereotype level. I simply felt rude going in the way I was dressed so I left. Apparently, an hour after this, Steve would end up getting lost in a Arabic neighborhood.
I got on the tube, headed home, and relaxed for awhile. The last thing that I did that day was watch the telly (as commanded by my professors) for an hour.
Thus ends the days of orientation.