Sconnie Update!

Yet again, I must begin a new blog post by asking forgiveness for my obscenely long absence. It's been a good month since I lasted posted, which I'm pretty sure is a new personal record. One my mother does not approve of, but thus is the story of my life. Sidenote: HI MOM! Anyways, I'm dropping by to inform anyone who is actually still reading this that I am alive, at least for the time being. Oh and I'm currently working on an epic update that includes all of the tomfoolery and shenanigans of the past month or so, so be excited. Or not. I'm excited enough for everyone.

So current life situation: FINALS WEEK. That's right. I am unnervingly close to the culmination of my three months spent abroad, and everyone knows what that means. It's time for us students to show our professors all that we have learned this semester! Joy to the world. My last day of class was Tuesday, and my first final was on Thursday. Italian Language and Literature went much better than expected, but foreign languages have a way of lulling you into a false sense of security like that. I fully enjoyed memorizing the 12 different verb tenses necessary for me to even dream of a passing grade. If anyone is ever in need of a past tense Italian verb conjugation (fun fact: it took me about 5 minutes to figure out how to spell that - hooray for brain meltage!), I'm your girl. I know about 8 of them. I can't begin to fathom why the Italians feel the need to have so many past tenses, but I know one thing for certain: I don't approve

Final #2 was this morning - Religious Studies. Luckily for me, it was only work a measly 60% of my finals grade, and I fully enjoyed spending 9 hours studying for it yesterday, only to find that most of things I focused on weren't even on the final. Grand. Here's a taste of what I learned in that class and had to memorize for the final:

"The definition of cult: the reply to the salvific work of the Father in Christ Jesus through the Holy Spirit, on the part of the members of the people of God, in the service of faith, hope, and love and actuated and manifested in a moral life and in sacred rite, and this sacred rite is a memory, presence, and a expectation of salvation."

And that's just scratching the surface. You're all smarter now for having read this post. No need to thank me. That's what I'm here for.

Now, all I have left standing between me and my summer vacation (you hear that, people who just started spring break?) is my Philosophy and Art History midterms on Monday. Then, as the Italians say, è basta.

So now we arrive at the here and now. The here is my hotel room, which currently looks like a small hurricane swept through it. At least three times. Possibly four. You see, my last full day as a Rome student is this Tuesday, and the ever-enjoyable process of packing one's life away is in full force in our beloved, bed-bug infested hotel room (don't even ask, I don't want to talk about it). I leave for Ireland on the 31st, and I won't return until the 8th of April. And then I come home. I changed my flight to an earlier one after travel plans for Germany and Spain fell through, but I've missed America like I've missed eating meat on Fridays this Lent. Which is a lot. Which is why I folded like a crappy poker hand and had a chicken and pesto sandwich from Pascucci's yesterday. I'm a horrible Catholic. May God have mercy on my soul.

I was about to launch into my feelings and stuff about leaving Rome, but I don't want to depress everyone and I'm thinking that I should probably get back to studying Philosophy and the Declaration of the Rights of Women. Oh the fun things that come with going to an all-girl's school.