The title of this post is a song title from the Basement Jaxx (they started out in South London, so they're good in my book). It has nothing to do with Paul McCartney. While I'm sad that he hasn't turned up at the front door of the ICLC to reconcile his differences with Bill, I'm glad that he hasn't sent me a cease and desist order. There's always a silver lining.
Today I'm talking about getting your head into London. This is most appropriate for the students getting ready to come over to London. Unfortunately, the students who have recently left London are having the opposite problem. I just hope everyone remembers which way to look when crossing the roads and that they don't get caught out calling the subway the tube.
Being strapped for cash before fall break isn't a position anyone wants to be in. If you're interested in traveling, have a look at budget airlines (but remember that they charge for any and all 'extras'). I'm a fan of comparing flights on www.skyscanner.net. Sign up to voucher websites (Living Social, Groupon, Voucher Cloud to name a few). You may also have a look at www.moneysavingexpert.com, it's great for restaurant vouchers if you fancy eating out in London.
Pay attention to what's going on in London. The Olympics will have ended and the Paralympics will be starting to get under way when the fall students arrive. The House of Lords may be peopled by elected rather than appointed peers. Bob Diamond and Jeremy Hunt may be in jail (however unlikely). Sign up with Transport for London (TfL) for their email updates of the weekend tube closures (weekend closures email link on the right). Look at Europe and the world more widely, too. London is a heaving multicultural metropolis, so be aware of the issues. Is Greece leaving the Euro zone? How will that affect Germany? Will there be a power change in Syria?
And finally, choose a side. I mean a football side. Choose Arsenal if you want to do well in Bill's class. Choose Chelsea if you don't.
-Claire
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12 July, 2012
23 December, 2011
Celebrating 100 rather than 40 for a change
I've just spotted that this is our 100th post. I'd like to say that my delay in putting this up has been because I wanted to attach importance to our 100th, but that's not true. As so often happens, I have been a bit stumped for ideas. And then our first student of the spring semester arrived (yes, already!), and I had an idea!
I'm going to make comparisons:
-Claire
I'm going to make comparisons:
- Last year at this time we still had Fall 2010 students stranded at the ICLC due to adverse weather conditions at Heathrow. The Fall '11 students mostly left 2 weeks ago.
- 53 students just returned to America. 125 will shortly be arriving.
- Last year's Doctor Who Christmas Special had Catherine Jenkins. This year it has Bill Bailey.
- Last spring we had one visiting faculty member from the home campus teaching at the ICLC. This spring we have 3.
- Keith Moon is posthumously developing an interesting relationship with the ICLC.
- Kenneth Branagh is the ICLC's bizarre watchman.
- We aren't sure, but there's compelling evidence that Bill may live in the ICLC.
- Jack Hrkach believes in Elsie. So do the rest of the staff.
- If you can't carry it, you've packed too much luggage.
- Toiletries are heavy. Buy them when you get here. Similarly, so are peanut butter and mac and cheese. Eat like a native for a few months!
- Make sure your money is in your checking, NOT your savings. If you are drawing from an ATM you will not get a choice to take from your savings.
- Keep up to date on what's happening here. bbc.co.uk
-Claire
14 December, 2011
Some Thoughts on Getting Ready
I hope you don't find this cheeky, but where I would normally write a new blog post about getting our incoming spring 2012 students thinking about money (accessing it abroad, forms to carry it, paying rent, etc.), I'm going to direct you to a blog post I wrote on this very subject last June by clicking here.
Instead, let's take a quick look at the pile of things on your mind right now.
This on top of finals, and probably loads more thoughts are circling in the developing whirlpool of your mind. Please don't stress about any of it! Stay aware of everything going on. Read people's Facebook posts on our group page, read our emails, read the news. We want you to find your feet in London as soon as you hit the ground.
-Claire
PS- The fall 2011 group wishes you well in their new adopted city and sends this message to you:
Instead, let's take a quick look at the pile of things on your mind right now.
- I got my visa!/I haven't gotten my visa yet!/I have my student visitor letter!/I haven't gotten my student visitor letter yet!
- I've heard about my work placement (internship)!/I haven't heard about my work placement!
- What do I pack?
- When do I register for classes?
- Where will I live?
- What am I forgetting?
This on top of finals, and probably loads more thoughts are circling in the developing whirlpool of your mind. Please don't stress about any of it! Stay aware of everything going on. Read people's Facebook posts on our group page, read our emails, read the news. We want you to find your feet in London as soon as you hit the ground.
-Claire
PS- The fall 2011 group wishes you well in their new adopted city and sends this message to you:
29 July, 2011
Tenterhooks- a True Story
If a person is on tenterhooks, they are in a state of uneasy suspense or painful anxiety. This originates from the hooks or bent nails that hold cloth stretched on a tenter (thank you, dictionary.com). On a side note, a tenter is a frame that cloth is stretched on so that it dries evenly.
The reason I bring up tenterhooks is because I was thinking of the excitement of getting ready to come over to London. I know that you have packing to do, flatmates for find, money to sort out and summer jobs to wrap up, too. But I remember being in your position. With all that going on, I just wanted to get on the plane and come over to London! My anxiety wasn't painful and there wasn't really any uneasy suspense, but I was waiting impatiently for that departure date to arrive. I was so ready to be in London!
Everything I'm about to relate truly happened. You can ask my mom.
There are only a few highlights of my own departure and arrival in London as a study abroad student that flash across my memory. I knew what I wanted to pack, and I had everything laid out in organized piles in my room at home. Of course I knew that they needed to be in a suitcase to get them over to London, but there they sat in my room until around 2am the morning of my flight (I think I was leaving O'Hare around 10am to connect to my transatlantic red-eye from Newark later that day) when I panicked and chucked my neat piles into my duffel bag and backpack. I think I spent a lot of time sitting on my duffel, struggling to get it closed, and not a single moment of that night sleeping. Another memory was my arrival at O'Hare. My mother came with me to the check-in desk, and while I was waiting I was going through the checklist I had been sent. I had my acceptance letter to show at the border, but I had completely forgotten to ask my parents to write me a letter of support to say that they would help me financially, if I needed. So, very quickly, while waiting to check-in, my mom scrawled a note on the back of Bill's big summer quiz, which used to be posted to students in a big pack of papers (only some of the questions have changed in the last decade), to say that she wouldn't let me go broke while abroad.
This next bit now causes me to shudder, since immigration is now a large part of my job. When I arrived in London I hadn't really slept on the flight and I hadn't slept a wink the night before, so I was perhaps a little loopy from lack of sleep. One thing I do know, there were two border agents at the desk I approached, the trainer and the trainee. As a result I received a thorough questioning from the trainer who seemed to be setting an example. I was baffled when I was asked my mother's maiden name, because she didn't change it when she got married. Then, more importantly, they asked me how much money I had. That was a much easier question, knowing the contents of my pockets. "$5," I said. "$5?" he asked. "Yes," I said. No problem, I hit that one straight out of the park. He just stared at me. "Anything else at all?" he asked. "Nope," I said, still batting 1,000. "You're telling me that you've just flown over from the USA with an empty bank account and no credit or debit cards?" he asked. "Oh. Of course I have those. I thought you wanted to know how much cash I had on me." Batting 500. And I completely forgot to show him the note from my mom (though the state of it would probably just have attested to my disorganization even more). Batting 0. He rolled his eyes and stamped my passport, and I entered the UK. In my defense, I hadn't had much sleep, but I'm not here to make excuses for my moments of delinquency. I was a bit of a numpty that morning.
The moral of my story is this: no matter how ready you think you are, get some rest and don't panic. The upside is that I'm able to bring experience to my job.
-Claire
PS- I'm pretty sure it's not usual to be asked your mother's maiden name at immigration.
The reason I bring up tenterhooks is because I was thinking of the excitement of getting ready to come over to London. I know that you have packing to do, flatmates for find, money to sort out and summer jobs to wrap up, too. But I remember being in your position. With all that going on, I just wanted to get on the plane and come over to London! My anxiety wasn't painful and there wasn't really any uneasy suspense, but I was waiting impatiently for that departure date to arrive. I was so ready to be in London!
Everything I'm about to relate truly happened. You can ask my mom.
There are only a few highlights of my own departure and arrival in London as a study abroad student that flash across my memory. I knew what I wanted to pack, and I had everything laid out in organized piles in my room at home. Of course I knew that they needed to be in a suitcase to get them over to London, but there they sat in my room until around 2am the morning of my flight (I think I was leaving O'Hare around 10am to connect to my transatlantic red-eye from Newark later that day) when I panicked and chucked my neat piles into my duffel bag and backpack. I think I spent a lot of time sitting on my duffel, struggling to get it closed, and not a single moment of that night sleeping. Another memory was my arrival at O'Hare. My mother came with me to the check-in desk, and while I was waiting I was going through the checklist I had been sent. I had my acceptance letter to show at the border, but I had completely forgotten to ask my parents to write me a letter of support to say that they would help me financially, if I needed. So, very quickly, while waiting to check-in, my mom scrawled a note on the back of Bill's big summer quiz, which used to be posted to students in a big pack of papers (only some of the questions have changed in the last decade), to say that she wouldn't let me go broke while abroad.
This next bit now causes me to shudder, since immigration is now a large part of my job. When I arrived in London I hadn't really slept on the flight and I hadn't slept a wink the night before, so I was perhaps a little loopy from lack of sleep. One thing I do know, there were two border agents at the desk I approached, the trainer and the trainee. As a result I received a thorough questioning from the trainer who seemed to be setting an example. I was baffled when I was asked my mother's maiden name, because she didn't change it when she got married. Then, more importantly, they asked me how much money I had. That was a much easier question, knowing the contents of my pockets. "$5," I said. "$5?" he asked. "Yes," I said. No problem, I hit that one straight out of the park. He just stared at me. "Anything else at all?" he asked. "Nope," I said, still batting 1,000. "You're telling me that you've just flown over from the USA with an empty bank account and no credit or debit cards?" he asked. "Oh. Of course I have those. I thought you wanted to know how much cash I had on me." Batting 500. And I completely forgot to show him the note from my mom (though the state of it would probably just have attested to my disorganization even more). Batting 0. He rolled his eyes and stamped my passport, and I entered the UK. In my defense, I hadn't had much sleep, but I'm not here to make excuses for my moments of delinquency. I was a bit of a numpty that morning.
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| Me as a study abroad student. I'm the one in the middle |
-Claire
PS- I'm pretty sure it's not usual to be asked your mother's maiden name at immigration.
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