College
So, in September I wrote a lot because I missed home and I wanted to make sure I was bringing all of you with me on my journey as much as I could.

In October I didn't write a lot because I was at a plateau in my Italian that I had to work very hard to get over. I was getting the hang of life her.

By November I was so jaded to my european life that events which would have warranted a journal entry in september were now normal to me. I wrote about (most of) our trip.

In December I wrote.... nothing.

So I'm finishing my college applications this weekend, but next weekend is Christmas, and so for Christmas I'm going to give all of you (even those of you whom I don't know) a nice big gift. I'm going to finish writing about my Toscana trip (not much more happened). I'm going to write a piece on my trip to Volterra with Jack, Abby, and Margaret; and I'm going to write a piece on my day at home sick, and what that means in an italian household.

All nice, very well written pieces. I promise. By next weekend. Send me hate mail, call me incessantly, make me get my ass in gear.

As for college, well... the entire process is insane. None of my Italian teachers understand how important the process is in America, because in Italy to "apply" one needs merely send a check and take a single test. My Greek teacher laughs at the students sitting next to the "college" phone all day waiting to hear if they got in Early Decision. We really are stark raving mad in America I think.