Wow, what an eventful week...I would be worried if I didn't say that though. It was the first week that we began our scheduled classes and internships for the term. I must say that I liked having structure and schedule. Being able to do whatever we wanted and set our own schedule was fun, but this week made it feel like I am here to stay and not just on vacation. Classes were introductory so nothing too exciting yet. The first week of my internship was awesome, I went to a press viewing of an exhibit at the V&A Museum, went to various theatres and venues to pick up pamphlets to mail, and even got free tickets to Ladykillers! That was my first experience with heavy British humor. Some things that the audience laughed at weren't funny to me at all, but overall the show was very good. I adored Les Mis, almost shed some tears but I held it together.

My week was going awesome until Thursday afternoon.We went to Brixton for food and to visit the market. On the way home I hit a physical wall. I'd been having a sore throat for a few days but my head started to hurt, I was really cold, and the back of my neck killed. I came back and tried to sleep it off, by the next morning it had only gotten worse. My friend scared me saying, "You're symptoms match meningitis, you need to go to the doctor!" I was terrified, all I know about meningitis is that usually if you get it you die. It was the first time since I got here that I felt helpless. I wanted to talk to my mom but with the time difference she was at work and I couldn't. I didn't know how the healthcare system here works, and I was afraid if I had to do something (get X-rays/blood test) my insurance wouldn't cover it and I'd have to pay thousands of dollars to get treated. The thoughts also ran through my head, "What if I do have something serious and I have to go home? I'm not ready to do that yet! What if I have mono or something and I have to spend my time in London in bed?" It was all very overwhelming and I was truly scared. Luckily I have made some great friends here, one took me to the doctor and stayed the whole 3.5 hours that we were there. Turns out I just have a virus that's going around, I feel a lot better now...no meningitis.
Experiencing the emergency room at St. Thomas' Hospital was an experience in and of itself. I noticed a lot of differences than America. For example, while we were waiting to see a doctor the would wheel in people on stretchers that had died in the ambulance. I've never seen a dead person before and it was very shocking that they just wheel them in front of everyone in the waiting room. We also heard a few people flat line (heart-rate stops) who I assume died as well. I can't believe that they just wheel them in front of everyone to see...still shocks me. I'm grateful that my treatment was free but overall I'm appreciative of the healthcare we have in America.

Yesterday was Chinese New Year and we went to the celebration in Trafalgar Square....bad idea! There were so many people up in my business and I'm sure I was in theirs as well. Good thing I'm tall so I could see a few things going on stage. I feel bad for the short people with me, they couldn't see anything going on. It was cool to say that I'd been there but I wouldn't recommend anyone else doing it in the future.
I felt a lot of things this week: excitement, frustration, homesick for my mom, claustrophobic, and of course amazed both with this city and with myself. Just this morning I went somewhere by myself for the first time! Granted it was just to Marks and Spencers to get some floss and food I was proud of myself. I'm the type of person who relies on my GPS to get me to places in my hometown, so even if I just went to the store by myself I feel proud of myself and can definitely see how I am growing as a person here.