this afternoon, post-non-wimbledon (which we prefer not to think of as a wimbledon-fail because we did see what was going on, didn't pay for it, and aren't really into tennis anyway), molly helped me lug my stuff the half mile from her apartment to my dorm. it's small and, well, dorm-like but with a bathroom in the room, and thus better than i expected. the kitchen downstairs features individual cubbies for dry food and mini-fridges divided into even minier fridges for each room. whoever thought of that is either a genius or insane because they are really small. my roommate is a rising senior at kenyon (and does not know becky, rox) and seems really nice. after unpacking my stuff, i met back up with molly for a run through battersea park which was really cool. it's right along the thames and has such sweet things as a peace pagoda and views of the prince albert bridge, which is pastel colored.
afterwards, headed to dinner with the group which was fun. it seems like a good collection of people so i'm excited to see what happens. the highlight of dinner was probably jamie, profs. harrington and durant's four year old son, playing with matchbox cars, making ever-louder noises until prof. harrington leaned across the table and said "jamie, can you please play with your cars in a more demure manner?" i don't think i knew what "demure" meant at fourteen, let alone four. awesome.
meeting for class tomorrow at 9:15. looking forward to it.
but before then i think i need to find a way to get my hands on a bowl and spoon in order to eat my breakfast...
When I went to London in college, the first meal I ate was at a local eatery called Pizza Hut.
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