It's the Final Countdown

The last day of work has arrived and as I dutifully got up and made my walk to the school, I was expecting some administrative tasks with a bit in the library perhaps. This was not the case, however. When I arrived, there simply wasn’t anything for me to do, so I was told that I was not needed. So yeah. For my last day, I got a free day. They did tell me to come in on Friday or Monday and they would have some work for me but I quickly set them straight. I have really enjoyed working here and am super glad I was placed at this school. I would divulge and go into all my positives and negatives, but I don’t really want to. We did have to write a summary paper, so there is a chance I will post that on this blog as a final recap of the internship.

So, since I had the day to myself, I washed my hair, which needed to happen, and became addicted to a show called Made in Chelsea which is like The Hills for London. I’m obsessed. It’s insane. I may or may not have watched three or four episodes. Whatever. Hate all you want to. Once the roomies got off work we hung around for a bit before going to Giraffe to celebrate Lindsay’s birthday. We had a great time with some delicious food.

Somehow we managed to flip the switch thing on the breaker box for the living room and kitchen. Before we realized that we had access to the breaker box, we were living in the dark for a bit. Even though the sun sets super late here, when it does set its obviously dark and we had work to do for class the next day. We had a lovely adventure of standing precariously on the backs of chairs attempting to flip switches. And we were successful!

I have pretty much decided that I am not leaving London. I just love it a little too much here and am a big city girl. I’m not used to driving, so I think that will be a bit weird though I will be glad not to be using the tube with all its dusty dirty air. I feel as though my lungs are coated with gunk. I’m gonna really appreciate some fresh air, preferably salty ocean air. I have already made plans that I will be having Chick-fil-A for dinner in the airport no matter how little time I have. (Have I already mentioned this?) It’s a must. I’m gonna be so glad! And I get to see my puppy and family. And I get to sleep. Those are all the positives about going home. There are a bunch of negatives. Hence why I am staying. Sorry I’m not sorry. I mean, who am I going to root for in the Olympics?! USA or the UK? It’s a tough decision I don’t want to make. I’m rambling. One more day. Eek.

Week Six: Day Three: Internship 16