Well everyone, I have officially finished my Italian exam and the verdict should be in within the next few days (Or so they say...) I am just so glad it's over because this has been a lot of chaos taken off of my back, consistent over the past two days.
Miriam and I, left this morning, but stopped on our way for a coffee break. (Yea right...Like after yesterday's events I was really going to believe they were going to start precisely at 9a.m.) After having a cappucino with a heart drawn into the foam, we headed over to the school, which was SPLITTING with students...Again. Though, this morning, most of them were there for a Solfeggio test (Uh-oh...) Yet anyway, we waited in the lobby for about an hour and a few girls walked by, only to result in Miriam informing me that they forgot to put on pants this morning. (They are called SHIRTS and are NOT to be worn as DRESSES...Mamma mia...) We waited for about an hour downstairs and since nothing was really being said, decided we would walk around looking for something to do in the mean time. We went across the street to this 'Pop Art' store which had the most offensive merchandise with pictures of the Blessed Mother. Miriam informed the owner that her merchandise was in awful taste, and that it was her perogative to sell what she thought was art, but that this 'art' she was selling was pretty terrible. (Good for her!) At that point, we get back to Santa Cecilia only to realize we misunderstood the instructions that morning and that the interviews were UPSTAIRS today! So we of course race up the stairs. Were told that they are held in room 12. Are they in room 12 though? Of COURSE not. They are in room 5, which is apparently on the other side of the building, running of course. When we get there, they haven't even begun and we had to wait about another hour before my test, which in the mean time, we met a few really interesting people from all parts of the world, not going to lie, mostly Korea. And we joked about the chaos. BUT then magically, my name was called, and well, I was made to read about St. Michael the Archangel. Can you imagine? What are the odds, because the readings are different for everyone, that I would have to read about St. Michael, especially since we had been talking about him that morning? Pretty awesome. I suppose I did well, because contrary to yesterday, I went in and went out in less than 5 minutes. Miriam says piece of cake, piece of pie and so did some of the teachers I met in the hallways, who couldn't believe I was an American. And then I told them my parents are from Colombia and Puerto Rico and they went, 'Ohhh... That's why.' God willing, I should know the results in two days.
Until then, you're in my hearts and in my prayers always.
Much love from the land of chaos and art.
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