Okay, so I survived my first class and clarinet lesson here in London.
The class is "Empire and Decolonization" which seems interesting enough. I don't feel that I got a lot of history in high school, especially European history. Perhaps zero. Anyways, once this is underway, I think I shall enjoy it. I already have a book from the library to read that our professor wrote. Note: Classes here are 2.75 hours in length and meet only once a week. That will be the biggest adjustment I think.
My clarinet lesson was fine. The teacher, Janet, had me play some scales and basic stuff just to get a feel for my sound and what not and then we dove right into music. I feel a bit bleh since I haven't been taking proper lessons since early October, but hopefully these lessons will help me find some focus and make some real progress. I think we'll get along just fine.
I took a picture of a High Kensington St. underground platform just to share.
The composition of that photograph is gorgeous. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if your sense of composition is intact from childhood. Children have perfect composition (they know where to put shit on a page so that it looks balanced) and it's usually quashed out of them through schooling. However, you're a spaz and schooling couldn't quash much out of your awesomeness, try as it might.
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