Sworn to Secrecy

It's true! I can never ever in my entire life discuss those multiple choice questions, and for the next 48 hours I can't reveal even the tiniest hint about a single one of the essays that one by one shredded me to pieces stamattina on the AP English exam, my second AP ever.

One thing I can say, though, is that I studied The Great Gatsby, Death of a Salesman, Six Characters in Search of an Author and Othello for this baby, and not a single one had a lick to do with the essay question. I ended up writing about The Aeneid, which I actually still haven't read entirely in English, and was able to give details only as far as line 300 Book 1, because that's as far as I've gotten for my review for the Latin AP next Friday. I simply can't understand how I thought this morning that it was in any way feasible to write an essay on the Aeneid. I'm still beating my head against the wall on that one. You'll be happy to know that, when I finished with 10 minutes to spare, I wrote the reader of the essay a nice little letter, outlining what would have been my essay for Gatsby, explaining why I didn't do it, telling them how much I hate The Aeneid and that I wished I could remember The Odyssey so I could write about that instead.... I included a brief biography, too, to help with the pathos of the letter. I think it'll really broaden the reader's view on my essay, you know?

How do you like my hot new desktop? This is the extent to which I pay attention in Art History. Basically that class eats me from the inside out. Note the gorgeous Cinque Terre background! That was the best place I've been so far this year, and I think it's because of that that I suddenly have begun to notice every amazing thing about Viterbo, and every single thing makes me not want to leave even more. Not to say I don't want to come home; I certainly do. It's just that I don't want to leave, either. What a terrific conundrum I've found myself in! I suppose I'll just have to come back to Italy as often as possible throughout my life. I think I could do that.

Class photo today - now we're the 5th photo in a row on the director's wall, our class smiling at the camera from the same steps that each of the past 4 classes is posed on. I never realized that the photos were taken so late in the year; I didn't even consider when we'd have it taken. I guess I figured it'd sort of take itself. But today seemed like such a ceremony, not unrelated to our imminent departure. Three weeks from today, guys!