When I first started uni, I spent more time drinking and getting lost than I did studying. Very little's changed of course, and I'm hardly alone in this.
Isn't that why people come to study in London? Well, I guess that and to escape the parents.
I got lost though because I'm totally missing the Navigation Chromosone. I'm missing a few others as well mind (my friend, who's like an encyclopedia when it comes to her daughter- think wannabe breeder explained me being gay as "the result of an aberrant chromosone". Or something. Look, I'm not the English student here, ok?), but in a good special way, rather than in a there-are-schools-to-teach-them-to-dress-themselves way. For instance, I can't work out/ remember how to programme a video player, but I can find my way home from anywhere in the city.
So the Navigation Issue is... well. Not such a one, really.
I got horribly horribly lost fairly recently and ended up on Old Street (I have no idea how I wound up here, but at least I wasn't slightly over to the left...), facing the Kingsland Road bit.
And....
Banksy spotting!
I would marry that man, no matter what he actually looks like. See! I'm not shallow!
T *Mwah*
Isn't that why people come to study in London? Well, I guess that and to escape the parents.
I got lost though because I'm totally missing the Navigation Chromosone. I'm missing a few others as well mind (my friend, who's like an encyclopedia when it comes to her daughter- think wannabe breeder explained me being gay as "the result of an aberrant chromosone". Or something. Look, I'm not the English student here, ok?), but in a good special way, rather than in a there-are-schools-to-teach-them-to-dress-themselves way. For instance, I can't work out/ remember how to programme a video player, but I can find my way home from anywhere in the city.
So the Navigation Issue is... well. Not such a one, really.
I got horribly horribly lost fairly recently and ended up on Old Street (I have no idea how I wound up here, but at least I wasn't slightly over to the left...), facing the Kingsland Road bit.
And....
Banksy spotting!
I would marry that man, no matter what he actually looks like. See! I'm not shallow!
T *Mwah*
posted by Imogen @ 10:52 pm
2 Comments:
At 28 June, 2006 03:21 ,
Dinah said...
I'm terrible at navigation. My problem comes from thinking North is always in front of me. Like, now, for instance, I would say I am facing north, but if I actually turn to look at the water (which helpfully has the word 'North' in its name), I would learn that I am, um...facing West. I think.
At first I was going to agree, and that I totally would go to London to drink and study. But then I agreed further, and think that avoiding my parents would be another reason. Will nearly a full continent do, or should I go for the whole ocean?
At 28 June, 2006 11:59 ,
Imogen said...
Everyone should come to London to drink and study and dance lots, even if they're originally from London.
I do the same thing with the North, but this year my bedroom window faces...East, so the sun rises and I nearly go blind.
Every morning, without fail.
Love Toby x x x
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