If not France, then Verona!

Last night, instead of writing in my blog, I watched the movie "Juno." It's actually really good, and I'd recommend it.

Yesterday, suspicions that I've had for quite a while were confermed. The school that I'm attending didn't know I exist. I discovered this when I went to give some documents to the secretary, so that I could go on a field trip to France in March.

At the secretary's window, I ran into Giovanna, my old host mom, and Tuber, the professor who is in charge of all of the foreign exchange students. Which means me and Giovanna's daughter in the United States. I've never really met Tuber before, considering the English teacher has taken me under her wing. Anyway, Tuber is putting together the papers for me to go on the field trip, and he couldn't find any of my documents. Turns out, back in May of last year, Giovanna brought all of the documents to enroll me in school, somebody put them in a folder, and the folder left forgotten, in some corner.

After Giovanna told Tuber that she had brought all of my documents, he found the folder, and everything was supposed to be alright. But he found out that when Giovanna enrolled me in school, she enrolled me in the fourth year class. The second year class is the class going to France in March, the fourth year class is going to Geneva in May.

Tuber, who is rather strict and is always concerned with doing the right thing, pointed out to the President of the school that I am not part of the second year class. The president, before he knew that I'm enrolled as a fourth year student, didn't have any problems with me going on the trips with the first and second year classes. Now, due to beauracracy, I can only go on the trip with the fourth year class.

It doesn't make sense, does it? Matteo told me he'd go with me to talk to the President, and ask (very politely) why I can't go with the second year class. We'll see what happens, but I'll be disappointed if I end up not being able to go.

Another thing that doesn't make sense: my mom emailed me and told me she sent 5 packages, all at the same time.. but only 3 arrived. Where are the other two?? And my grandpa sent me an email asking if I ever received his package from Christmas.. uh oh. Who know's where that one ended up.

This weekend, my friend Kristen was supposed to sleep over at my house Saturday night. My host parents aren't going to be home, and they told me to invite a friend over. Kristen and I were going order in Chinese, and spend the evening watching movies in our pjs. But then, Kristen's host family told her they had planned on going to Verona (the town where Romeo and Juliet takes place) and Kristen wanted to go.. So her parents told her to invite me! Cool!

I'll take the train Friday afternoon to Milano, and Saturday morning (haha! I get to skip school on Saturday!), Kristen and I are going to wander around Verona, quoting Shakespeare. In the words of Kristen, it's going to be obscene, and I'm going to take a lot of pictures.