The Lawrentian

Issue date: 3/5/10 Section: Features

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,

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