It was June 16, my mother's 50th birthday, and I had finally finished my magazine that i had been putting off for some time in the morning at 8:30am, mind you the final starts at 9. I hadn't slept for two days. With some frantic nervousness and impatience building up inside of me, I get my stuff together to go print. When I finally get to the printer, there was some wait with people, so I was getting a little more nervous. When it was my turn to print and after some time of watching the printer look at the job he calls me over and says my pages are messed up. Not totally registering what was going on i looked at the pages, and it was true my page numbers screwed up some how! I looked at him and told him I will return.
i never go back.
I got to school nearly sweating and in quite a panic with my sleep deprivation. I was ready to cry but my classmates helped compose me. I could not even gather myself but some how got my problem out to them. Gracefully, they tell me "here we will fix it!" I give them my file and they fix it on their computer and I was like thank you! and i go to bring it back on my computer to make the booklet but i cant open the file because they used a different version of the program and i couldn't make the booklet on their computer because they dont have the software! Does this nightmare not end?! I tried everything until she told me i had to do it all manually, I reluctantly agreed. After sometime, when i was ready to go take it to the printer the printer is closed because it was lunch time... I was beginning to think, i was not meant to print this magazine and my life is over, i'm going to fail this class, and i will just have to tell the teacher my printing disaster. Igo back to school and tell my prof about my printing troubles and he was like that is fine lets see on the computer. I wanted to fall on my knees and praise God, all that nightmare turned into a miraculous wonder. I got a perfect score. In the end, stuff like this is not worth so much the heartache or the headache, because IT WILL work out, no matter how deep the crap is.
shortly after, I come home and sleep for as long as i can until lorenza came up. Groggy and confused, i see the window open. Lorenza, collects her things for a while and she is out the door again. I start on my very last part of another exam, which all i had to do was stick paper on cardboard to present. and i notice scrofini on the ledge of the window behind the shutter. I panic but dont make sudden movements because she could fall. Unfortunately that did not matter because she lost her footing and fell anyway. NOT AGAIN! I watch her body wiggle and fall to the ground she looks up at me and I scream "No! scrofini, No!" Without much thought i grab my keys and run out the door for my life, for her life, and i get to the grass area and see a dog and a man and freak out hoping the dog did not scare her away. I ask the man if he'd seen a cat and he said no but i looked farther into the grass and there she was just sniffing around being ever so curious. I grab her quickly and she fought me the whole way home! ugh! second time i save that cats like.
But oh my, I feel out of almost everything, scrofini will be the hardest to leave. She's been my best friend at times. I watched her grow up.
Last night I am pretty sure I entered into the second to last final stage in culture shock: Return Anxiety. I have less than 10 days left. I feel rushed. I have some excitement towards returning, but my heart is still here in italy. anxiety.
I plan on seeing an opera this week. I cannot leave without it. For my grandpa. I must see it. I have these next days to wander and wonder and eat the best food that ever happened to me. :)
and i leave you with this:
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