Soo.

There's really just not much else to say. School, for the most part, is pretty boring. I'm only a part of a few subjects a day, if even. About 12 classes a week, out of 35. I finished my Italian book, so I don't have anything to study anymore... so now I just read. For five hours a day. Cool. At least I brought good books? After school sometimes I go to Miriam's, which is nice because otherwise I'm just home alone for hours, which gets super boring. Saturday evenings I usually meet Miriam and all her friends in the Piazza, which is always tons of fun and the highlight of my week. They're a really great group of kids, but none of them go to my school, so that's a bummer. Last Saturday we got "ceesburgers" for dinner. Haha. It was... odd.

It's funny how interested in American politics they are. I've had a couple lunches where all we talk about is Sarah Palin, and I attempt to translate and define "maverick." But then again, how interested are they really, because the article in the newspaper about the Vice Presidential debates had a picture of Palin's red heels with a caption stating the designer. Alright, Italy...
Posso ti chiamo Joe??

I'm going to the airport tonight to pick up Giovanna, who's been in Spain the past week. That's funny. Five weeks ago they were all there getting me, and I thought the air was so warm and humid and smelled so strange. And I couldn't speak Italian. Pahaha.

I am not a fun of horse.

My English teacher told the class that the English word for hamster is "little Indian pig".... no.... he also spelled voodoo "wodoo."

Hahaha. All the girls in the first grade (our freshman equivalent) are in love with Tim, so during break they all surround him and ask him questions in their beginner English, so basically conversations get absolutely nowhere besides a whole lot of giggle fits. And my whole class (we're in the 4th grade, so seniors, though there's another 5th grade above us) watches and laughs. Pahaha. Poor, Tim.

English is so much simpler than Italian. Really the only thing that they've expressed difficulty with is silent letters. They can't comprehend how the word "ought" is pronounced "ot." That's the one easy thing about Italian. Every letter is always pronounced.
I don't understand how English originated from the Germanic tribes of Anglos, Saxons and Jutes (with later influence from the Vikings, Normans, and Latin church). English doesn't sound aaaanything like German.
Who would've thought. I come to Italy and learn more about my native language than I did at home.