Today I stepped out of my London residence around noon to see a lunchtime play for my theatre class and couldn’t help feeling like I would rather stay tucked up in my room, maybe watching an episode of Skins, than venture off into the city. Before you scoff, shake your head, and write me off as lazy, hear me out. This would be my classmates’ and my second play in the last 24 hours, the last one being two hours and 15 minutes and involving an hour of travel. I also had two more classes in a row to look forward to directly following the play, and wouldn’t return to my cozy abode until 6:15 p.m. that night. It is now 9th week and our time in London is drawing to a bittersweet end, and we’re starting to grow weary of going to play after play. It often feels like we have better things to do than see yet another show, even if it’s just sitting around the room. This was my stream of thought as I walked to the Gloucester Road tube station. 9th week, sick of it, a long day, etc. but when I got to thinking about what I would be doing if it wasn’t going to a play, I got hung up. I clearly didn’t come to London to watch episodes of Skins in my room. No, I came here to be in London – to get out into the city. Here I have the opportunity to experience the London fringe theatre scene, and I’m thinking that I’d rather just stay at home? Like everyone else at Lawrence, I’m experiencing the “oh my God, it’s 9th week” phenomenon. But instead of looking forward to the end of the term, I’m resisting it. Realizing that my London experience is drawing to a close has caused me to crawl back to my room and cling to my London home. Instead, this realization should be pushing me into the city. With a mere three weeks to go, I should be cherishing these experiences, not complaining about them. Leaving the theatre this afternoon, we walked along the Thames on the way back to the Tube. We could see the London Eye and Big Ben on the other side. I realized that I had forgotten that these landmarks of London are a mere 10-minute ride from our building and shuddered, realizing that I would have to leave them soon. I resolved to myself that I should stop complaining about ‘having’ to see these plays. The one we just saw, coincidentally, was one of my favorites so far – a 45-minute version of Twelfth Night, set in an old swimming pool. I further resolved to stop being boring here, or at least to curb my tendency to do boring things. This is the biggest piece of advice I have for those coming to the London Centre or studying abroad in general: don’t just sit around, get out there and do things! I was told this a thousand times before coming to London and didn’t think I would fall into that trap, but I did. A London Centre professor shared an appropriate Samuel Johnson quote with me today: “No, sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” I decided, no – I will not allow myself to become tired of London in these last few weeks.