You know, the past couple of days has made me wonder why I slept or panicked my way through every math class I've ever taken. I haven't even thought about the metric system since 4th grade. The other day when Vera said her son lost 29 kilos, I nodded and smiled because I had no idea if that was a lot or a little (turns out, it's about 64 pounds... a lot!). There's also the temperature conversion, although since it's been about 30 degrees F every day, that's been easy.
I also realized that while I know the exchange rate is about 1 pound to every $1.60 (thanks, Dad, for quizzing me on that every day before I left), I have no idea how much each coin is worth. I almost tipped a cashier in a cafe $2 yesterday, and then he told me how much it was worth, so then I had to tip him the money for being so nice about the whole thing.
Perhaps most bothersome of all is the change to military time. I understand why it seems logical, but what about the small fact that NO ONE says it's fourteen o'clock, ever? Really, I'm just bitter because it takes me an embarrassing amount of time to subtract 12 from anything. I changed my alarm clock in my bedroom to military time, for practice. Mr. Enz (ok, and every other math teacher in the entire world) was right: I do need to know how to do math in the real world, as much as I hate to admit it.
Anyhow, as for life updates, my internship is fine. I e-mailed the internship lady and it turned out that everything was just a big misunderstanding because I went to the wrong meeting... durr. Today is jam-packed with more meetings, and tomorrow I'm going on a tour of London with the other Capa kids! More photos to be posted soon.
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