We all know how these go

Yes, another Wednesday.  I'll try not to bore you too much with the details, since they're mostly like last Wednesday's.

In fictions of the U.S.A. we talked about Man in the Dark, a much better book than the last, which I have mentioned.  That class usually goes by pretty fast, which I do enjoy.  When I finally arrived back at VH I turned the oven on so I could put my frozen pizza in it.  I then headed up to my room and rearranged my notebooks and folders for my next two classes.  I made myself my supper, ham sandwich, chips, and a fun size kit kat.  I ate about five pieces of my pizza, and I had to eat fast.  Around 1:30 or so, because I was a little late, Carissa and I headed out to the National Portrait Gallery, we walked again.  Today was not such a nice day.  More chilly and windy. 
For art I had to talk about Catherine Parr a little bit, not too bad, but being the first one of the day is never good.  The teacher doesn't really tell you what you should say, she just gives you a paper to fill out on your free time and talk from that.  It went all right.  We looked at some portraits from the Tudor period and then meandered through other parts of the gallery.  We got done at 4pm today, always a pleasure.  If we start getting out so early I might not always have to bring my supper with me, I could just head back to VH.  Of course if I do that I won't get anything done excepting eating.
I, again, made my way to LMU, sat in the dining area and ate my supper.  Instead of updating my art journal I read some more in a different article for my presentation.  I don't exactly know what this teacher is expecting either, mostly I just have some points written down, nothing really in true sentence form.  I then headed to class about an hour early just to work more in there. 
Tonight for Victorian London we talked about poverty during the time.  Quite sad to think of the poverty, no one really knew what was going on either.  Usually if something isn't happening in your area, you don't know that is is happening.  That was the way with the middle and upper classes in London at the time.  They didn't know the East End was as bad as it was (I'm sure some knew), but just so horrible to hear about it. 
I finally made it back to VH a little after 8:30, such a long journey home.  I started packing things for my trip to Scotland this weekend.  Which I am very excited about and also nervous.  I'm sure it will be just fine by the time I get with the group on Friday morning, the group of people I don't know of course.  Hopefully I get along with some, otherwise I'll be by myself again, oh well.  It's not all that bad.  I hope everyone has a great weekend.  I might write something short before I head out, but we'll see how much time I have, I always seem to run late.  If not you will probably get an update from me Monday night or this weekend if I decide to buy some internet time.  Cheers to you all.  Or...Cheerio