Week 4: September 24th-September 30th

In efforts to bore the 9 people who religiously read these posts on a weekly basis, it’s time to talk about academics again. Classes are coming to a close and all assignments are becoming more immanent. This could be good because it alludes to “life after classes” meaning internships, no classes, and a different regime. This could also be bad because of ASSIGNMENTS. Without any further introduction, this was the week of schoolwork and starting the assignments that I hadn’t started yet.

After finishing a presentation on Disability in Education and trudging through the sludge of paperwork on the English Legal System, it was time for more exciting the activities. Feeling 2668 words lighter after this paper, it was time for my internship interview on Friday. I set early on my day off to find the Hackney branch of Forbes Hall LLP. After getting lost, I still managed to make it to the office 10 minutes early…just enough time to sweat it out in the waiting room. I have no idea why I was so nervous. My prospective boss sat down and asked me to interview him. I started to ask some questions that came to mind, and we discussed my responsibilities during this internship. Before long, we started talking about everything that didn’t pertain to the law: sports, America, Great Britain, and the like. After the interview was over, I knew two things: I would have a great time working with Forbes Hall Solicitors…and my boss will make it his personal goal to convert me into a Tottenham fan.

To celebrate the good fortune and the rather expected surprise of it being a Friday, we decided that our Friday night needed a little spice. Our friends looked up Late Exhibitions in local museums and found “Friday Lates” at the V&A Museum, which happens to be just around the corner from our flat. We donned our nice attire, i.e. the suits and dresses we purchased earlier in the day, and checked out this event. It was a swanky emporium of fun. The event featured movie screenings, DJ sets, exclusive exhibits, installations, acrobats, aerialists, glow-in-the-dark hula-hoopers, and the most expensive cocktails that man could buy.

Like schoolchildren, we ambitiously wanted to see EVERYTHING the exhibition had to offer, but we were only able to see about half of all of the installments. We thoroughly enjoyed the DJ sets and the acrobats and the aerialists, but we had some other favorites. We LOVED the Cloud Caves exhibit. In one of the gallery rooms, an artists had created an avant-garde wonderland with only tape, plastic, fans, and strategically placed lighting. This dark room featured opaque plastic domes, which were being inflated by oscillating fans. These dimly lit domes swayed with the coming and going of the breeze. It was surreal. Additionally, we loved the neon installations throughout the museum. Another artist had strategically placed neon signs based on the designs one would see in a casino-laden area amongst the exhibits that were already there as a form of commentary. For example, we walked through a hall of the finest collection of sliver and gold that the museum had. Impressed by their shininess and the high quality of craftsmanship, we couldn’t take our eyes off of it. At the end of the hall, a sign threw red and gold light off of the trinkets and on to the walls. It read, “Luxury Addiction.”

In an attempt to return to normal life and retreat from our cool, metropolitan selves, we receded back into our work on Saturday until visiting the Sherlock Holmes Museum. 221B Baker Street stood out like the archaic gem that it is against the modern world on which it was imposed. Maserati, Ferrari, and Bentley were a few familiar names passing by on the street as we waited in front of the restored flat. Although we visited a museum of a fictional character in time, it was a blast and it did have some historical value too. We walked it and it was a time capsule from the Victorian era. Walls were clad with bright, extravagant textured wallpapers. Desks were filled with quilled pens and scrimshaw. Some things in the detective’s home that lacked normality included his collection of weapons, his mounted head of the Baskerville Hound, and the numerous wax figures of the man himself.

Our visit only made me want to read the original stories from cover-to-cover. I had only been invested in the BBC modern interpretation of Sherlock Holmes or the recent films that have been box office hits. Instead of seeing the wax figures and pictures of a Victorian man, I expected to see Benjamin Cumberbach or Robert Downey Jr. with Jude Law to be present at the flat. Although a little bit of me died because of their absence, my fanaticism is still strong. My one lesson learned from this trip to 221B Baker Street was that is much harder than it looks to rock a hat like detective, himself. It clearly isn’t elementary.

In other news, Christina and I attended our first club ultimate practice in London. We crossed the Thames in search of the Golden Ants and had a great practice with the team. Although we are not eligible to play during their season in the spring, it would be amazing to join the ranks of the 6th ranked team in Great Britain. This team could be a great fit for us, but most importantly, we got our butts out early on a Sunday morning to play ultimate again and that does feel good.

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