I can’t believe it’s been almost a week since I last put my thoughts to text, WOW that’s ridiculous. So much has happen since then and in attempt to not make this one post extremely long I’ll keep most things short unless its really important.
The last time we spoke Damon and Adrian just had came in town and we ended the night with crazy names such as “Double Fist Epps” and “No hang Pruett.” Those two are very selective about the people they let into their business so I’ll use that as an excuse to scroll over the activities of the weekend. Not to mention Saturday night I was out on the town somehow in Red chino’s and the infamous Rico made an appearance. He hasn’t been out in quite some time and looking back on it, he’s tasteless and is a thing of my immature past. If you’re lost reading this right now, don’t worry about. Just trust it’s not good. We did do some amazing things though, such as get some Ben’s Cookies, see Lion King the play (was amazing) and make breakfast for our amazing house mom! I’ll end by saying that while they were here I’m sure I didn’t take full advantage and realize that they’re true friends. So AP and D.Money much respect to you both and I’m forever in debt to you and your gracious acts in coming to London to visit your friend from way back when!
One would think that after a weekend like that I’d get some rest, but nope Damon and Adrian pack and leave around 6am on Monday morning. I say my goodbyes with my eyes half closed and jump up to the realization that they’re really leaving and that four hours ago before I fell asleep I made one of the most spontaneous decisions of my life, you’ll learn about this one next week. Just know that if you’re going to be in Europe…BE IN EUROPE, enough said! Off to school I go catching the 7am train realizing that I have so much work to catch up on being that this is the last week of session 1 and finals are approaching in five days. The first day breezes by to be honest and I’ve made the decision that every evening after class I’ll make an effort to communicate and network with my classmates more. Monday after class a few of us head out and get dim sum and I’ll say that the food was amazing. The leaders of the crowd were Chris (student at Oxford) and Hong (student at Columbia) but the crowd consisted of me, Vicky (Italian law student) and Madhurima (extremely intelligent lady that’s headed into law herself in India). Needless to say the conversation between us all is unprecedented.
After food some of my mates head to the book store, of course I want to go but I don’t because I know good and well I’m not about to add any extra reading to my plate (though I REALLY REALLY should) but instead I head back to campus where I go workout and put some miles to the pavement. I catch the 9:50 train home so that means I get back to the house around 10:40 when I realize that I’ve left my converter at school and without it no work will be getting done this evening. DANGIT!
I head to sleep around 11:30 thinking that I’m exhausted and if all goes well I can sleep at least until 6:30, but instead I wake up at 5am Tuesday morning with no computer to do work so I aimlessly find something to do and leave for the 6:10 train to the city in hopes to grab my converter and start work earlier than usual. To make a long story short, there’s a train failure and I make it to campus an hour and a half later to find out that I can’t even get into the building until 8am. I could have left at my normal time. Aww well, I grab a sausage and egg from the shop and sit on campus reading random articles in the NY Times. I come up with the following to describe the events of my morning: Moral of the story, relax, take your time and trust that all will work out at the right time because if you try and make something happen earlier GOD will only take you on round-about until he’s ready for something to happen! This day goes by just as fast as the others do, and after class we head to a “Jack the Ripper” tour (Google it) put on by Madhurima and then to Bricklayne to acquire some curry (Indian food). The crowd here is amazing as well slightly different people from the night before but all wildly intelligent beyond my imagination.
Somehow through the events of the night we don’t leave the Indian restaurant until late and I end up catching the last train out of the city ONCE AGAIN so I don’t arrive home until the next day. Somehow I’m walking in the house past midnight and waking up at 5:30a, daily. There must be something wrong with me, no but seriously I’ve even set up a doctor’s appointment upon my return. Wouldn’t want to be that ignorant black male that’s too proud to get himself checked out.
Wednesday approaches way too fast, like what the hell have I been doing that it’s Wednesday already? Well I start the day by posting in my class’s Facebook group that I plan to take a class photo on Thursday at the end of class and for the most part most members agree that it’s a pretty good idea. I’m supposed to be meeting some folks that I know from the states post the day so I decide to leave the gym bag home for the day, surprising being that I’ve committed to running 15 miles by Friday and I’m only 7 in with one day left because I refuse to run on Friday with that being the last day of classes and the final. Nevertheless this day goes by just as fast as the rest or I just don’t remember the interesting facts of day. Either way it was a great day. ACTUALLY the best part was at the end of class I stay in the room to study and I’m joined by another student whom I’ve seen but never spoken to. Her name is Misu; she’s working for the UN in Hong Kong. She’s Asian but you’d never know because she doesn’t have strong Asian features and most importantly she has a full British accent (born and raised here). Unbeknownst to me, she’s the oldest person in the class and we spend an entire hour and a half speaking on life, how she’s grown in the plus ten years since she’s been out of Uni (what the Brits call Undergrad), the troubles in building a family as a “successful” woman and lastly she allows me to push my thoughts on life towards her as she smiles and says “you’ll figure it out.”
DANG, she just had to be ten plus years (she wouldn’t tell me her age but I guessed at 32 she looks 23) older than me…..oh, did I mention she’s wildly attractive with a great mind so she’s beautiful in my book….great conversation.
Post school and the wonderful talk I head to Totenem Court Road ready to meet up with some friends where we are scheduled to go to a secret bar, haha sounds exciting right? Well before I arrive, I stop in a local grocery store to eat (I grab a cup of pesto pasta and cookies – clearly I’m starting to gain all the weight I’ve recently loss…so sad). Nevertheless on my walk, I run into some really really cool art. (Displayed below).
The monkey below speaks the truth!
So I finally meet up with Stefani (Stanford Law student I met at Upenn with Evie) and her two female friends an Asian woman preparing to be a solicitor and this really cool girl who graduated from Yale, came to London and said she never wants to leave. We go on a search for this mysterious bar that you can only find by searching for a blue door, going down some creepy steps and knocking on a door. The excitement in actually finding the bar down the steps and having to knock as some bulky British dude in a well-worn overly sized suit sizes us up and down before he grants us entry. Of course after all the crap you’ve just went through you’d expect the bar to be something more than dirty stools, horrible lighting and an even worse smell but at least we can say we found the infamous “hideout.” Next we head to a nearby bar where we’re the only one’s there and then Stefanie’s friend joins. He’s this really easy going Harvard Law student, but not just your ordinary kid. For two years after he graduated from undergrad he did economy research in Spain while bartending, and I quite “yeah man, I was just in bullshitting” haha. This all before he came to Harvard Law (at 25 years old), interned at a top three law firm last summer and now interning at a top five law firm in London as he prepares to finish the internship in Hong Kong and then head to Tokyo where he study abroad during the first semester of his 3L year. WHAT THE FUZZLE am I doing with my life, because clearly I’m doing nothing compared to that haha! We all chat it up, he offers me advice and says he’s willing to help in any way he can in regards to my law school journey, even says if he tries hard enough he can remember where he put his LSAT study material. haha might take him up on that offer. Clearly having a great night, I leave them mid conversation because I realize that it’s 11:25 and the last train out of the city leaves and 11:50 and I’m a couple of stations away from the one I need to be. In full sprint through the train stations I laugh at it all and scream to myself “LIFE IS FREAKING AMAZING”….I’m living the life or at least getting a chance to hang out with the people who actually are living it haha! I get to the train with less than two minutes to spare and I’m convinced that I’m some sort of superman who does it all and makes it to the last train with time to spare *pokes out chest*
Oh gosh, Thursday….that means the final is tomorrow. Class is short this day and I’m almost late because I’m trying to clean out the camera so I end up running to the train with a camera in one hand and a computer in the other. Somehow in my life I’m always running in some form or fashion. Nevertheless, class is darn near empty because the only subject of the day is labor law and most have decided we have enough information to cram for tomorrows test and none of us want to add this to the pot. Once class is finished I make another announcement to the few classmates that are left, some continue to leave, and others decide that they don’t want to be in the picture so they leave. You’d think that since I set up the picture I’d get a better position but nope all you see is the orange hat haha but I really enjoy these guys so I don’t mind.
Post class we all part and go towards our perspective corners of study. I’ve decided to stay in the classroom for a while to handle some business then it hits me that I have 8 miles to finish my 15 miles for the week so I charge my iPhone, drop the books and head off to an eight mile run where I run at an 8per mile pace (I’ve made tremendous progress). Upon my return I take the opportunity to head to the library until it shuts down, and again grab the last train home where I’m met by Jonelle the house mom. We exchange jokes and stories of the week for about thirty minutes. Again, an amazing day and the last day of school is tomorrow so I’m pretty anxious and not sleeping at all….I’m pretty sure I lay in the bed with my head to the wall realizing that the world is ahead of me and it’s up to me to make the most of it.
With that, I notice that I’m typing this at 2:30am in the morning, I just hoped off of a conference call and the first day of class starts tomorrow so I’m going to stop here with the promise to finish off telling the amazing weekend tomorrow morning. Know this, this past Saturday afternoon I walked through a refrigerator to get into an underground bar….. Ummm I love London. Scholarship has definitely come first but know that I’m enjoying the city on the weekend. Well as I head to bed pass 2am in which I’ll probably wake up at about 5:30 know that the world is what we make it….so pray hard work hard and believe harder!