The big day.

First day of school, first day of school!! I felt like Nemo!
Alright, alright.... so it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
America, take note: the first week is short and easy! Today started at 9:30. SWEET. And from now on it'll be 8:30, but that's still better than Truckee High by an hour!
My class only has 12 girls and three boys. They say that's because the Classico is the hardest school, and boys don't want to study. Ha. It's the same group of kids in each class every year, plus and minus exchange students, basically. There's a handful to America and one to China, and me and another kid from Florida to fill in. His name's Tim. Aight. School works like it does in Dead Poet's Society (minus Robin Williams, unfortunately) where you sit in the same classroom all day and different teachers come in and out.
Our first class today was Greek. The teacher was pretty cool, buuut I don't speak Greek, and henceforth am not required to pay attention in that class. Nice. Next, we had Italian with a little troll-like woman who the students don't appear to like, so we'll see how that goes. She said that she could give me something else to do during class to learn Italian, since the rest of the class will be studying literature and whatnot. Cool.
Those are the only two classes we had today, so we got out at 12:30. I think we're just doing two or so classes every day for this first week to introduce teachers and students, etc. I really have no idea how any of this works yet. Wingin' it.

Last night a couple from Bergamo came to dinner at our house. It was a fancy dinner in the dining room instead of the kitchen. A little pig was served. Apparently that's a really nice dish that you can only get on the island. My host dad straight ate an entire leg. The foot was even on it. So crazy. Anyway. The couple invited me to visit them whenever I want, which is sweet because they live close to Milan and Florence, and about two hours from Venice and Alice! Aaand they speak English fluently. So I actually understood that they were inviting me. Score. Daniela, the wife, wants me to see Italy besides the island so she really wants me come (p.s. she brought me potpourri so now my closet smells delish)!! So hopefully February so I can see the Carnival in Venice, whiiich would pretty much make my life. I just need to talk to my club counselor (still haven't heard from him...) and figure out what I need to do to be able to travel. But I'm stoked! :]