Coming down from the Internship high

To put it simply, I have less than a week left in London, well technically a week. My flight leaves Friday morning. How am I feeling? I'm not sure, I have mixed feelings to be honest.

Ragged School Museum

Picture from: victorianschool.co.uk

This entire week I've been doing more office work, which is what I am supposed to be doing. It is also when I figured that
my actual internship would begin as well. When I first arrived I quickly learned that my work site was understaffed and needed help as much as possible. Mind you I didn't know I was going to be surrounded by children I despise them, but I sucked it up and provided as much assistance as I could for the next three to four weeks after my arrival.

Winston Churchill War Rooms

From my hazy memories from high school history class the name Winston Churchill is a name that my generation should at least know or heard about. Who knows, I feel that my generation got the short stick of several things so our minds are all over the place.

Anyways, during a moment in my internship I was able to review some history of this great leader.

HMS Belfast + London Bridge Rising

One of the perks of being an Intern at Hi-London is the fact that I am also able to see the different sights of London while helping student learn English, or being a chaperone.

Eh, no biggie!

Monday's trip was to the HMS Belfast, I had no clue what it was or the history, but on the way there I got to see the London Bridge, which then reminded me of a children's rhyme; London Bridge is falling...yeah anyways...

We're going on a bear hunt~!

Today was first actual day at my internship, despite the pain that still lingered! I was told that I was going to be with a group of children and see how the children's class works. So i dressed nicely because I thought I was going to be in a classroom, nope I was wrong tons of walking! We were on a mission to go see a puppet play!

To the Doctors and then to sleep?

A short day really,

This train terminates at Cockfosters

I finally arrived in the United Kingdom, but at the expense of my little body!

Before leaving America I started to feel a little ill, and it continued to get worse on the way to the airport, on the plane ride and during the tube ride ( the tube is what trains are called in the UK). I had the chills and lower back aches, and I'm
still not sure where it came from, but I'm surviving through it.