Well geez.
So it's been about a million years since I last updated. Wow, I just checked, actually it's been the end of July. As in before I came to Italy. That's actually more like a million and a half. Shit, son.
Well, as of today I officially finished my semester here. Last final was this morning. The prior 24 hours were probably the most stressful (at least work-wise) since maybe senior year of high school. Let me just lay it out for you here. This is why I nominate one Roberto Pani for the worst professor ever. So I'm in this class, Psychopathology of Development, with one of the other girls from my program. We go to class, but really get nothing out of it. It's just him answering questions from like 2 people on the book. He himself admits that the class isn't necessary. It also lasts about half as long as it should and ends a week or two early. So then we have to read 4 books, in Italian, mind you and then take a test. He tells us initially that the final will be in November. Then he says there won't be one before we leave. Then he decides there's one on the 18th (we leave on the 20th). So we go about reading, I'm also studying for and doing my other exams. We go to talk to him, and he basically avoids us- won't answer his phone, doesn't respond to emails, shows up an hour and a half late to his office. He won't give us any concessions as foreign students, but whatever, that's his prerogative. So yesterday we go to talk to him about how we don't really understand one of the books (let me also point out that NONE of the books are related to Psychopathology of Development. There's one on dreams, one on the clinical interview, one on Psychodrama, and one on dependences without drugs). He says "Tomorrow." We say what, tomorrow is better for you? "No, the test is tomorrow at 9." Um, excuse me? I had not finished the reading, which the test was entirely about, I had not studied. I was planning on finishing the reading yesterday and studying all weekend since I had another test to study for on Wednesday. Instead, I had a continual breakdown all day while trying to memorize the content of four books in an afternoon/evening. This morning we discovered he had given us the wrong address, he showed up 30 minutes late to the test, he didn't correct it afterwards like he said he would since he didn't have the right papers with him. Then he left. Mother. Fucker. Luckily the test went well- it was 3 open questions on the 4 books that had to be answered on one page front and back in an hour. If that bastard gives me anything less than an A he will know my wrath. NEVER in my life would I dream of taking a test, in a foreign language, that counts for my entire semester's grade without having studied. My nerves are SHOT. Had he graded it today like he said he would I would still have had time to study more like was the plan and re-take it. But now I won't know until Monday when it's pretty much too late to do anything, and there's still the chance he just won't show up or something. I hate that man so much. So. Much. omg. I hate him.
So that was my day. My general sentiment in Italy has gone anywhere from "I fucking hate Italy and everyone in it" to marveling how cool it is to be sitting next to ::insert famous European monument/landmark here:: but generally averages at "it's all right to be here but really I'd just rather be home." Who would have ever thought? Toni is not quite as in love with Italy as she thought all her life.
Sunday is my 11 monthiversary. I haven't seen Mike in about 6 months. I get to see him on Wednesday night when he picks me up from the airport in NY. <3
Next Thursday morning I have an interview at Mt. Sinai Medical School for the Humanities and Medicine Program. If they like me, I will be in medical school. That would be I think the best thing ever.
Later that night I get to see my beloved Lauren and Dawid.
The next day I will be going to Vermont to spend Christmas with Mike's family.
The 29th I'll be coming home to Da 'Couv with Mike in tow.
This is my life.
Well, as of today I officially finished my semester here. Last final was this morning. The prior 24 hours were probably the most stressful (at least work-wise) since maybe senior year of high school. Let me just lay it out for you here. This is why I nominate one Roberto Pani for the worst professor ever. So I'm in this class, Psychopathology of Development, with one of the other girls from my program. We go to class, but really get nothing out of it. It's just him answering questions from like 2 people on the book. He himself admits that the class isn't necessary. It also lasts about half as long as it should and ends a week or two early. So then we have to read 4 books, in Italian, mind you and then take a test. He tells us initially that the final will be in November. Then he says there won't be one before we leave. Then he decides there's one on the 18th (we leave on the 20th). So we go about reading, I'm also studying for and doing my other exams. We go to talk to him, and he basically avoids us- won't answer his phone, doesn't respond to emails, shows up an hour and a half late to his office. He won't give us any concessions as foreign students, but whatever, that's his prerogative. So yesterday we go to talk to him about how we don't really understand one of the books (let me also point out that NONE of the books are related to Psychopathology of Development. There's one on dreams, one on the clinical interview, one on Psychodrama, and one on dependences without drugs). He says "Tomorrow." We say what, tomorrow is better for you? "No, the test is tomorrow at 9." Um, excuse me? I had not finished the reading, which the test was entirely about, I had not studied. I was planning on finishing the reading yesterday and studying all weekend since I had another test to study for on Wednesday. Instead, I had a continual breakdown all day while trying to memorize the content of four books in an afternoon/evening. This morning we discovered he had given us the wrong address, he showed up 30 minutes late to the test, he didn't correct it afterwards like he said he would since he didn't have the right papers with him. Then he left. Mother. Fucker. Luckily the test went well- it was 3 open questions on the 4 books that had to be answered on one page front and back in an hour. If that bastard gives me anything less than an A he will know my wrath. NEVER in my life would I dream of taking a test, in a foreign language, that counts for my entire semester's grade without having studied. My nerves are SHOT. Had he graded it today like he said he would I would still have had time to study more like was the plan and re-take it. But now I won't know until Monday when it's pretty much too late to do anything, and there's still the chance he just won't show up or something. I hate that man so much. So. Much. omg. I hate him.
So that was my day. My general sentiment in Italy has gone anywhere from "I fucking hate Italy and everyone in it" to marveling how cool it is to be sitting next to ::insert famous European monument/landmark here:: but generally averages at "it's all right to be here but really I'd just rather be home." Who would have ever thought? Toni is not quite as in love with Italy as she thought all her life.
Sunday is my 11 monthiversary. I haven't seen Mike in about 6 months. I get to see him on Wednesday night when he picks me up from the airport in NY. <3
Next Thursday morning I have an interview at Mt. Sinai Medical School for the Humanities and Medicine Program. If they like me, I will be in medical school. That would be I think the best thing ever.
Later that night I get to see my beloved Lauren and Dawid.
The next day I will be going to Vermont to spend Christmas with Mike's family.
The 29th I'll be coming home to Da 'Couv with Mike in tow.
This is my life.