school daze.

Back to school, back to school…

Between crossing the globe / moving in to a new apartment / trying to survive in a foreign culture, I completely forgot that a full semester of classes would be thrown into the mix as well.

But I was starting to enjoy this SO much.

Starting a new semester is always difficult for me. Syllabuses stress me out, chalkboards give me the creeps, and the thought of homework makes me sleepy. Never-the-less, I woke up early on Monday morning energized and took a moment to reflect on just how lucky I am to have the opportunities I have for education, much less to have them abroad!

I tried to maintain this positivity through our 45 minute walk to class in the pouring rain, and I did.

“School can be fun. School can be fun.” I thought as I gripped my umbrella tighter.

Turns out umbrellas aren’t as handy when it’s raining sideways.

As I sat, sopping wet, in my three-hour lecture I decided school is not fun, but it is part of the game and I will willingly play it. At least it can only go up from here, right?

My first class, “Made in Italy” is a class with a great concept – exploring the 4 F’s of Italian manufacturing: Ferrari, Fashion, Food, and Furniture. Our professor’s English isn’t great (wild understatement), but he has a lot of love and respect for America and what it has done for his home country.

Or at least I think that’s what he was saying? Either way, it shouldn’t be too bad of a way to start off the week.

Three of my four classes I have once per week, with the exception of Italian, which I have for an hour and a half on M, W, and Th. Our class is small, about eight students, and our professor Madellena is funny and engaging but hard to understand as well. I suppose that’s the point.

My Tuesday class was cancelled this week as my professor is out of the country for work. Seeing as he is the Head of Communications for the Vatican, we will let it slide. However, I’d bet that this is going to be my favorite class of them all.

TBD.

On Wednesdays, I have my class for my internship. It’s actually a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, given that none of us even knew there would be a corresponding class. It requires job shadows, interviews, volunteering events, and a lot of reflection on our internship. That seems daunting to me, but maybe because I haven’t even been placed with an internship yet. Classic Rome.

Today, I just finished up the week at noon with my Italian class. So nice to have my Fridays off!

A little bit about my school:

ACCENT Rome, Intl. is located in the beautiful Piazza Dell’Orologio (meaning clock).

Piazza Dell'Orologio

The school is located on the 2nd and 3rd floors of a building older than the US. Slightly different that the U?

ACCENT Rome

But the best part about ACCENT is that it’s in the center of Rome. It takes us about 45 minutes to walk there from our apartment, but the walk itself is enjoyable. How many people can say they walk through St. Peters Square and the Vatican every day on their commute? The second best part is Bruno, our cute, grandpa-like doorman who dons some form of a pink scarf every day and greets us, “Ciao, Bellas”.

For those of you who know Rome, our school is in the center of the Vatican, Castel Sant’Angelo, Piazza Navona and Campo de’ Fiori. For those of you who don’t know Rome; It’s prime real estate.

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All in all, my first week of school wasn’t so bad, and it absolutely flew by. Sure, I have more homework than I’d like to this weekend, but I was setting myself up for disappointment with hopes of no homework at all, ever. Oops.

Just 14 weeks of it left to go, and that’s including Spring Break! I’m sure they will fly by as well.

But first, I need to get my homework done.

Ciao, for now.

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