classes

My first day of classes was yesterday. I only have one a day, and then no class on Friday. Once I start my internship I will have to work full time -- so the three day weekend feels like such a luxery.
My art class is out of this world. Every lecture is at a musuem. I feel so absolutely, amazingly, fortunate. Our first class was spent discussing the Arts and Crafts movement of the late nineteenth century -- specifically the works of William Morris. Instead of looking at slides, we were looking at the art itself as it sits in the British Galleries at the V & A. It's a level of studies that I've never had before.
After class I headed over to The British Museum to look at the Elgin Marbles. The fact that all the museums in London are free allows you to pop in and pop out to see a specific thing, especially when you're as close to the heart of the city as I am. You don't feel like you have to fit a million things in. Though, Rick Steves, my life hero, is giving me some great advice and information about the highlights.
God knows where I'll end up today. That's the most exciting part about this all. Very little plans, loads of spontenaity. We went out last night -- hard -- so things are moving pretty slowly this morning around The ol' Crofton.