I will now take you, my faithful blog followers, into an emotionally charged depiction of my first week in the UK.
I inject myself into art school. Am I trying too hard to not seem American?
I spend the evening in my dorm room trying to flush out all the liberal propaganda I have subjected myself to throughout the day.
I report back early next morning and am warned of racism and bigotry in our midst.
Today is self-portrait day.
I glance over at the student next to me…
I go to lunch.