Sense of direction? Check.

So remember how I said I didn’t have an internship? Well luckily that all changed. We had our first British Media class today, and during class they told me I had to go meet with my prospective boss. So after Sarah, Nick and Elvia made sure I found the Tube station, I proceeded to go South (I think - I’m terrible with directions) to West London.

About 30 minutes later, I finally arrived to my stop. But then I had about a 10-minute walk to the building, which is a renovated chapel that’s made of frosted glass walls. There’s a Brazilian restaurant and a Turkish knickknack store nearby - both of which I plan to visit.

I’ll be working for a publishing company that creates environmental newsletter. Not really a topic I’ve covered, but I’ll get to report and write. Maybe I’ll get a couple good clips?

My boss seems really nice, and the dress code is lenient. The only downside - the ride from my flat to the office is an hour long. But this could be good - I brought several books on the trip to compensate for my lack of reading this past semester.

We stopped by a small neighborhood pub tonight called Ye Olde Mitre. I ordered a gin and tonic, while Sarah, Nick and Elvia all got coke and rums.

After the bar closed, we went home and finally found a funny and understandable British show, “The Sunday Night Project.” I had watched “Coronation Street” earlier, but had trouble following the five various plots.

Anyway, I have to leave the flat no later than 8:30 tomorrow so I’m gonna go to bed.

Gnight y’all.

Daily superlatives:

Worst part of the day: Learning we don’t have hot water in our flat.

Best part of the day: Not getting lost on the Tube.