Today was a very good day. During the first class I attended, I earned the teacher’s respect by the simple act of working on my homework when we were told to work on our homework. The teacher told me he respected my work ethic and was willing to help me any time I had trouble. It was nice to receive this affirmation of my hard work, because some of the kids behind me were doing something quite contrary to working. The teaching assistant who spoke to me is a very interesting man. He says he has a philosophy to life which directly follows the laws of thermodynamics: the conservation of energy, etc. He told me he would explain more to me later if I wanted. He's a cool guy.
My flatmate and I went to the gym today around four and had a good workout. I weigh 208 pounds (or 14.12 stone)! Can you believe it!? Anyways, I feel good so I must be gaining healthy weight from working out, which is nice. I went to a yoga class tonight (yes, for those of you don’t know, I practice yoga, half for the exercise and half for the beautiful yoga women) and enjoyed it thoroughly after my workout.
Tonight was a struggle. My flatmate and I were left all alone to find something to do. He refuted my initial suggestion of a crayon party, during which we would draw pictures with crayons and show each other. My second suggestion, that we go downtown to a fancy casino and lose a bunch of money, was slightly better received; but only slightly. We got a few drinks to have on the way, and went downtown to Leicester Square to go to a casino. We had to sign up for a free membership, and I got a card with my name on it, which was very exciting. Mostly we just watched other people gamble. In five minutes, we watched one smart-looking (which, in Britain, means fancy-looking) man lose five hundred pounds, which was an eye opener. I lost twelve pounds on the night, but thoroughly enjoyed the experience. We wandered for awhile after leaving the casino, then found the bus we needed to take and chased it for a block or two before it came to a stop and we could board. I consider it a successful night; but on the way home, we realized it was Valentine’s Day and we had nobody to love, so we were a little sad about that.
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Kevin,
ReplyDeleteYou are positively cracking me up! I love this! Your Mom and Dad and brother are coming through Houston before they get to London. Hope they don't talk all redneck-like when they get there.
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Aunt Kitty
I'm glad you like it! Haha, I think these Brits expect all Americans to talk like movie stars from old Western movies. Try to teach them a good Texas accent while they're with you, they'll make lots of friends over here!
ReplyDeleteOK, I'm trying again. Mom told me she was having trouble posting comments and now I am. Anyway (that word doesn't usually have an "s" on the end! :o), I hope your Valentine's Day improved. I did send you a gift but apparently it didn't get to you. I love you!
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