Another busy Wednesday, but what else would you expect. I woke up bloody early enough, and went to school, via the Central line, arriving slightly early for my Advertising class. It was strange to me, because my professor engaged me in a somewhat lengthy discussion about astronomy and then astrology after that. Well, I was happy to build such a rapport with him, as I always tend to do, deliberately or not. During class itself we learned much about the approach of selling things to people, especially focussing on magic as a gimmick to do it. After this class, I went and listened to Reuter talk about various aspects of architectural history, which was a bit boring, and during this time, I wrote letters. The reason for going to this was to learn about the topics we have to do papers on more in depth. I did learn a lot from it though, and particularly about modern, railroads, and the underground, and as always I was very pleased to know that nearly every day, I go through the first platform for the first subway station in the world, that’s right the one Mr. Holmes used... Baker Street!
After these little sessions, I tried to work on the computer to email people back, but had not the motivation to do it. I then went to my Classical Music scene in London class, which was okay, but I was put off by a mark I got on my paper returned to me. The mark was not so bad itself, but the comment was, suggesting that I needed discipline and that my writing was more or less atrocious, at this I was very upset. After the class the prof stayed after with me, and talked to me about it, and recommended seeing a writing specialist, at which point I could no longer bite my tongue. I told him that I had always thought of writing as one of my strongest points, and that the reason it is generally ever bad, as it was with the paper is that it was very hurriedly written. I think I made him feel bad after this, but I just could not stand being insulted in this way anymore. After this, I hung out at the school until about 18:30 to go to my concert, which was at the Queen Elizabeth Hall, where the London Philharmonic Orchestra was playing. Now enters that strange scholastic ritual I must participate in:
9 November 2005: London Philharmonic Orchestra playing at the Queen Elizabeth Hall
Tonight, we went to see the London Philharmonic Orchestra play at the Queen Elizabeth Hall. The hall itself, was different than I thought it would look, a bit smaller perhaps, but still decently large. It was a recently built (relatively of course) edifice, I thought it looked a bit more plain compared to some of the other concert halls we had attended. To begin the evening, they started by playing a piece by Schubert, which was actually very brief, but delightful to hear all the same. Next it went into one of Mozart’s Violin Concertos, now this was extremely odd and unusual to me, because the conductor himself, played the violin throughout the whole thing. I had never seen a conductor play anything himself during a performance, but this one he did... also he wore not a typical tuxedo, but rather a loose flowing shirt, so that was a bit odd to me too. Then, we took an intermission, and the best piece of all came on afterward, a Mendelssohn piece. It was very well done, and it was quite rivetting to sit through, I was glad to be there, and they played superbly again. That was about the gist of it.
After this I went back home, crossing the Millennium Bridge (as I had done in getting there) and came home, I stupidly went part way because I was engaged in conversation with a girl from my class, who seemed quite nice named Elizabeth. She is very classy and chic, and it was nice to talk to her about the concert and everything, so, I had to actually backtrack a bit, by the time she got off, but then I came home, and talked to Kevin for a while on the internet and finally went to sleep. A very long and busy day, but not too memorable I suppose.