Back Again

I got to sleep until I woke up, about 14 hours after I went to bed, I got to eat food prepared by my mother for dinner, I got to walk around in shorts and a shirt, and I got to use my computer, and listen to music I had not heard for a while. I got to see the faces of my family, hug them and hold them, answer questions and ask my own.


Yep. I think I'm home again.

Let "Vacation" begin.*



*Vacation is a time of relaxation and rest before returning to working at one's job. Since my job is student life, that is, I am a student, Vacation for me would consist of relaxing from school work. I can not, however, do that, for I have two thesis/thesi/thesises to research and write before graduation in Spring of 2008. Fun stuff. Plus I have my house's weight in books to read before I die. I think my work is cut out for me.

HEHEHEHEHE

Home

The time has come, to say goodbye to Rome. In less than 12 hours I will be on a plane home, back to my mother and my family, back to all the things I left when I came here. The end of the line is drawing nearer. I post now a certain song, Home by Michael Buble. It is a truly touching song, especially for our semester.

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home



I'll post again when I return.

God Bless

Finals

The word draws fear in the heart of a student. It burns a hole in the soul of everyone. It is "FINALS."

Fear not, my compatriots! It is not the end, just the severe battle you will survive sorely wounded.

Tomorrow is Italian, the test I have been dreading for the entire semester. Actually, I have been dreading it since I was accepted into the program. So this should be interestting. I know I can not pull out of the class with above a C+, and if I get a C, or even a C- I will not cry. I will in fact dance, smile, and even sing to the Lord.

God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Tomorrow we will also be attending another Papal audience, with the intention of seeing and touching him one last time before we go home. I will be bringing all the religious things I have, but I forgot to get stuff for the cousins, aunts, and uncles.

I also need to get papal blessings for everyone.

Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me. Survival sounds like fun.

Stations

So on the trip to Venice this past weekend, I finished something that has been in the works for a couple of years now: my Way of the Cross. The key to make this one different was that, along with having Old Testament readings followed by those from the Gospels only, I wrote my own meditations. I am currently in the process of typing them up, which I will hopefully be finished with before I leave Rome.

Stupid Classes

I would like to have the chance to submit them for an Imprimatur and Nihil Obstat so that people can use it publically and, maybe, see if it can be published. That would be so cool. I would be the first person from our class to get an Imprimatur. That and people in my parish would be able to use it during Lent.

Oh, and more on Venice later.