Archive for September, 2006

Two and a half weeks in

Posted in London on September 30th, 2006

It certainly doesn’t feel like it. The sheer amount of information, sights, sounds and smells makes it feel like a month, if not two. Talking to some people from school, I’ve found that I can actually give them tips on what buses or tubes to take. Didn’t expect that. In a way, I no longer feel a tourist, though I quite obviously am.

Tourists in Covent Garden

Another thing I didn’t expect was the weather. While I have become familiar with London rain (it not only falls from the sky but seems to envelop you from the ground up and the sides as well) it’s a great feeling to be walking in a t-shirt and jeans when it’s very nearly October. Last night’s thunder was different from Finnish thunder. It sounded just like it does in the movies, and I can’t figure out why it’s different here than in Finland. Sadly, I don’t remember what thunder sounded like elsewhere where I’ve lived.

Updates are still sporadic and pictures limited, as internet connections are a bit finicky. Still don’t have one at home.

Second and Third Impressions

Posted in London, friends, school on September 30th, 2006

It’s not all bad.

I’m not the oldest student in my group. There’s only around 12 of us in total, which makes for (hopefully) strong contacts. The people I’ve talked to so far seem nice enough, meaning I’m not dreading the first day of lectures.

The school makes constant mention of its support services for mental health issues. How many people do they expect to crack every year? Every induction session I’ve been in so far has also stressed the importance of independent study. The classes themselves are led by PhD candidates, so the professors themselves aren’t involved in actual teaching, just lectures. I’m just scared that a postgraduate my age with little to no pedagogical skills will leave us students to fend for ourselves in a maze of competing theories and unreadable books. I’ve never really had to put effort into studying, and now it seems like it’ll be all that I am going to be doing at school. Reading for a degree, indeed.

I’m glad I didn’t actually cough up in advance for the start-of-term parties at the school. While I do like a party, I felt really out of place on tuesday night, amidst a throng of 1500 students in three cramped rooms with people talking to those they knew from halls of residence. The weekly school party, “Crush!” is apparently just what the name implies. “Three rooms, 1500 people, 1 mad party” is the tagline. I don’t know if I’ll go.

It’s strange finally being in London, having hyped it up to myself in advance, and then realizing that I really don’t know how to do the clubbing thing that student life is so famous for. Besides, I really can’t dance.

Surprise Surprise

Posted in London on September 26th, 2006

Getting ready to go this morning was made a whole lot more exciting by this little guy.

Mouse in the house 26 September 2006

First Impressions

Posted in London, school on September 25th, 2006

LSE: Loud. Crowded. Disorganized. Hot. Loud Americans. Postgraduates born in 1985. Undergraduates registering with their parents by their side. A library with wall-to-wall carpeting. Waiting 1.5 hours in line for a student bus ticket form. Expensive food. A pretty grubby underground cafe/bar. Everyone seems to know everyone else. The ones that don’t make a good job of making it seem like they do.

North and South

Posted in London on September 24th, 2006

A week in London has passed in a whirlwind of buses, tube trains, street crossings, galleries, museums, shops, restaurants and people of all possible descriptions. It’s amazing how a city that from the outside seems incomprehensibly large can become manageable in just a week. Through riding the number 11 bus from Liverpool Street Station to Victoria Station and seeing all the famous landmarks of the city in one sitting (highly recommended), and walking aimlessly through the passages and alleyways that litter central London just off the bigger streets you get a sense of a city that is big, but manageable in chunks.

It’s the same way with the likes of the National Gallery or the Tate Modern. Way too large to be taken in all at once, but if you just wander through on your first visit and later focus on specific collections, you can make sense of it and save your poor legs from too much strain. Daily free guided tours at the National Gallery are really very good from what I’ve seen. They only focus on a few select pieces at a time from the 2800+ painting collection, but manage to put together a coherent whole out of them. Each guide has their own interests, so each tour will be quite varied.

All the museums display their permanent collections for free. There are large donation boxes in the lobbies, which is expected. The messages on the boxes are surprisingly straightforward, though: “This museum is free to visitors. Your donations keep it so. Please give at least £3.” Or: “Your donations make it happen. Give at least £3″. Does having a specific price on the boxes drive donation figures up? Personally, I’d prefer to see Tesco’s slogan on the boxes: “Every little helps”.

I’m getting annoyed at the preconceptions some people have about living south of the river. People base their opinions about areas on hearsay-based reputation, which is kind of like believing urban legends. I’ve been nothing but pleasantly surprised about supposedly nasty areas like Brixton and Peckham. Sure, there are places to avoid, but any sensible person keeps their eyes open. Flaunting cash or flashy gadgets is a sure way of getting them taken away anywhere.

Sure, if something happens I might change my opinion. Until then, I’m sticking with real personal experience, not hearsay.