My feet are swollen and hurt quite a bit.
It’s not just from Thursday’s walking tour. After an academic orientation meeting at 9:30 a.m., I decided to go with my friend to the British Museum, fulfilling Thursday’s promise to myself.
I’ve been there before, but I forgot about exactly how much of the world’s history is contained within the expanse of the museum. Now that I’m older, I thought I would be able to appreciate the museum more.
Unfortunately, my feet were not cooperating. I found myself walking through rooms and drifting over to items that interested me. There are so many priceless, ancient objects, I felt overwhelmed.
My friend and I soon found ourselves laughing at how certain statues reminded us of people and started to take pictures. We were laughing our way through some serious exhibits. Even the uniformed schoolchildren were a bit more intense in their scrutiny of the works.
One exhibit that was about life and death had some interesting pieces. One long table was filled with pills of all different sorts. The plaque told us that the pills represented the 40,000 average pills prescribed per year to people in the UK.
A large Canon Camera struck me in that exhibit. As a budding journalist, I’m naturally curious. My first instinct was to ask what it was doing in the exhibit. I soon found out it was a coffin. I was equally as appalled as I thought it was a cool idea.
I joked with my friend that we traveled the globe without even leaving London. It certainly felt that way. The wear and tear on my feet set in while we were in Africa and our trip came to a screaming halt in Asia.
Before we could reach Japan, I quit and returned back to my life in London. I plan to return to the British Museum often, especially since it is near school.


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