Timothy "Tim" Rushing

2008-09 Outbound to Italy

Hometown: Brooksville, Florida

School: Hernando Christian Academy, Brooksville, Florida

Sponsor: Brooksville Rotary Club, District 6950, Florida

Host: Sassari Nord Rotary Club, District 2080, Italy

Bio

Tim's Bio

Ciao! I am Timothy Rushing. I currently live in Brooksville, Florida, a pretty rural area located about an hour away from Tampa and Orlando. I live on a couple of acres. Most of my neighbors have horses. I have two older sisters in their twenties and one younger brother who is age 14. I am currently in the tenth grade. My current academic interests are world history, politics, philosophy and Biblical apologetics. My hobbies include drawing, photography, gaming and soccer. At school I currently serve on the yearbook staff, student government and fullback on the varsity soccer team. Outside school, I volunteer for the local teen court where I can act as a juror, jury foreman or attorney along with other teen volunteers. I am able to help question and sentence teens who have committed crimes in our community.

I’m very excited about traveling to Italy. I have never traveled outside of the United States, except Canada. I just took my first plane flight in 2007…it was to Tennessee and only lasted 45 minutes. I can only imagine what an overnight flight to an overseas destination will be like. I am confident that during my experience as an exchange student I will learn things that will change my life for the better and help me with anything I choose to do in the future. Needless to say, I am grateful for the Rotary Youth Exchange program and am looking forward to this opportunity of a lifetime.

August 25 Journal

It's getting closer now. The moment I have been looking forward to and dreading for quite some time now. Everything seems to be coming together quickly now. For so long it seemed like it would never happen, that it was so far away. But now it's almost here, a mere week away. Many of my friends from the Rotary camps have already left, others, like me, are still waiting to board their planes and sail into a new and unknown life.

The entire situation has yet to really dawn on me; it's almost like a dream still. It gets closer and closer with each new event, each new stone on my pathway you could say. Starting with my completion of our amazing Rotary boot camp, and the trip to the Italian consulate in Miami. Then I bought a new hugenormous suitcase. Then just yesterday my going away party! With my friends, family, friends of the family, friends of their friends >_> It was really nice to have all those people there rooting for me and wishing me well. I’d say if not for how excited I am about Italy, it would have been rather depressing. Bah, everything has become so exciting! I cant wait.

September 27 Journal

So it has been a magical month. Some parts more like the scary dark magic in Harry Potter as opposed to the happy Unicorn magic. But magical nonetheless. When I first stepped foot off my plane I knew I was in Italy, in good part because it wouldn't have really made sense if I wasn't. However the security guard who escorted me to my luggage and then to the interrogation room was speaking Italian, another giveaway. So after having all my bags searched, I was free to go. As I walked down the hallway my heart was racing as I neared the door into the lobby. I had memorized my greetings in Italian, and now I would finally get to use them! The door opened and there was my family with my little host brother holding a sign with my name on, very cute. I dragged my bags over to them with a huge smile, and then it happened. I forgot my Italian greetings, and ended up choking out a raspy "Ciao! "

But of course they still smiled, and greeted me in turn and motioned towards the door. Just in my brief greetings with them, I had a feeling I would like them. Then we walked out into the sun, all the golden pins on my Rotary jacket sparkling like... well, much like gold. And here, standing in the sun, is where I realized, Sardegna was a very hot place. Then we loaded up into their SUV, which here is pronounced "soov" and rode off into the horizon.

When we finally reached home after a decently long drive, I was surprised to see that we had driven past the apartments and then down a road, and the houses kept getting further apart, as well as bigger, and then we turned into my driveway. Our lovely 2 story villa with a pool and a tennis court. Not what I expected. Then my host brother Enrico and my host father Antonio helped me move my 2 bags from the car, and up into my room. Formerly my sister's room, but she is in America as a Rotary exchange student. It was wonderful, the walls were painted a soft shade of pink, that allowed them to match almost every other aspect of my pink room. On my wall hung a large poster of Leonardo DeCaprio? It already felt like home.

Later on that night, I learned another important lesson. Italian eat A LOT, or at least a lot more than I was used to. I couldn't even eat half, and then there was 2 courses still left. It goes something like, Pasta, Meat, Salad, and then fruit or ice cream. The ice cream, or gelato, here is much better, but alas no cookies and cream. Then I crawled up the stairs to my room, and let my jet lag sleep itself away :] On a side note, I think I handled jet lag quite well considering, I'm no world traveler, in fact, this is my first time outside of the continental US. But since then I have grown accustomed to my large meals, sometimes even taking seconds. I'm sure I'm putting on the pounds, but my scale is broken, it says I weigh like 64 pounds.. how ridiculous. Heh, only kidding, I understand the concept of kilograms. But the scale is still broken.

In the last month, I have already been to my city mall, which happens to have Sassari's one and only fast food restaurant, McDonalds! I still haven't eaten there yet, I'm waiting for the homesickness to kick in before I go down and order some fries though. I have also gotten to go the beautiful Stintino Bay Beach, which sadly, is much more betterer than the beaches in Florida. AND! Sardegna had all it sharks hunted to extinction, sooo, there are no sharks in the water. It has got to be the safest I have ever felt swimming in the ocean. Though, there is a strong possibility that they only told me there was no sharks to get me out of the boat. Then, sadly my host brother had to leave for a month long work program in France. So I had lost my Italian English helper ;[ because with the basic language I had, I could pass for a read up tourist, but I still can't hold a conversation in Italian. So for a while it was really hard to relay difficult, and in some cases easy questions to my host parents. But they still showed me around, taking me to the ancient fortified city of Alghero, and then their family cabin up in the mountains to check on their mushrooms ;D

Then I started school. The first day went pretty well, everyone was nice, and there was even another exchange student in my class from California. Which considering there are only 18 people in my class, the odds of that would seem very low. So I started making friends with people who sat around me, which is still hard because, Italian to me is still a different language, and it is certainly a lot more difficult than I imagined, but less difficult than German or Japanese, and I thank Rotary very much for seeing it fit to send me to Italy instead!

Oi! There I go getting side tracked again. Well things have been great, my host sister ended up coming home from America, things there didn't work out so well. But it's kind of turned into a blessing for me, because she speaks really good English, but still does her best to make me speak in Italian all the time, and she drives me lots of places on her moped. Which leads us to the most important thing, Mopeds, I love them. When I get home I must buy one. I don't know how I have lived in such ignorance of them in America. But no longer! I have become an advocate of their awesomeness.

Other important things.. School is very different and very boring. I'm glad in a way that I stay in the same class all day, because not only does it save me from being constantly lost in between classes, but I get to become closer with all the students in my class. On the other hand, it does get boring sitting in the same chair all day, and I'm in a lot of advanced classes, and I don't get to meet as many people as I would if I was always in class with different people. But I'm still quite happy. Also I am taking Italian night classes, which are even more boring, but twice as useful. I walk a lot, I would guess around 3 miles on the average day. I like it.

Italy is great, and I really love it here, and I love my family here. Oh and remember how I said I walked a lot? Well some days I walk a lot more than others... and by that I mean I get lost. Not like "oh wrong street lost," but like "3 hours later I end up on the other side of town without a cell phone yet, kind of lost." But, I do get to see lots of the city, and I have only gotten badly lost 5 or 6 times.. and I have been accident free for almost a week now. This is good.

I cant wait to experience more and more wonderful things, and have my language skills grow, and make lots of new friends! Thank you Rotary!

My classroom

My school protesting

Piaza Italia - the place to be

My sweet new scarf

December 8 Journal

Once upon a time there was me, in Italy...

Sorry about not keeping things current on here. Generally, I am not one for excuses but I think I will make some anyway. First off, my day is usually broken down into four to five parts: School (Learnerizing), Food (Fattening up), Naptime (Gift from Heaven), Sleep (Alarmclock Denial), and then free time. Free time can either be spent in the city, watching TV, reading, studying, or on the computer. I try to juggle them equally. However, sleeping and eating are the bigger parts of my day, and I often find myself feeling my host family's pet bear, eating all their food and having my sleep cave in their house. The word for bear in Italian, is Orso. How this affects my ability to write is simple and straight forward, I don't write when I am either sleeping or eating. Though I suppose not many people do. Also, as suggested, I did not bring a laptop or computer of my own. In fact, I am pretty devoid of any personal electronics. The other three exchange students in my district seem to be welded to their ipods. I gave mine to my brother before I left, After all, how could I ever be bored in Italy? However this also affects my ability to write home, as I try not to be in anyone’s way, and stealing the family computer for an hour to write isn't something I especially enjoy doing. Today though, everyone seems to be not at home, or tied up in something. Unfortunately, even when I do manage to get on, there are an endless amount of distractions. Though, I try to just reply my myspace comments. Myspace for me is the best medium, people get to see what pictures I post, and I can write them emails, seeing as how whenever I got on a messenger, it seemed that could go on endlessly. So now, just short replies, and done.

But perhaps that’s just me being antisocial and not talking to people, It would seem to be a recent trend of mine, and by recent I mean since the day I landed here. In Italy it has been tougher than ever to make friends. This I am sure is largely to due my retardedness with the language, but also subtle cultural differences seem to make conversation even more impossible. Also, it has been over two months and the novelty of being an American has worn off. There goes that opportunity. Andare, that is the Italian base verb for, to go. As a matter of fact, I would say, that at all my schools in the past I was treated much more like a novelty than here. I suppose it’s almost strange not to be strange, or something improbable like that. However, speaking of things of which I was, and now am not... There really seems not to be much left of who I am. The Timothy Rushing who was once, tremendously popular, clever, smart ( yes clever and smart are not the same), creative, funny... that child seems to no longer exist. I suppose, I am a Hollow. All that I was has been scooped out of me and put someplace for later. Empty. My identity is gone, and so if I have no identity, then I am not someone, and if I am not someone, then I do not exist, if I do not exist, than I am not really in Italy. This would explain why I don't have friends in Italy, because I am also not there. But I am here, just hollow. Just a seat filler in school, just a mouth to feed at the house, and just a lump in a bed at night. I try not to dwell on it, I suppose that line of thinking has great potential for depression. But then again I suppose many people live lives like I do now. Life goes on. Mine goes a little something like this: At 7:03 My alarm clock goes off, I hit snooze, it comes on again at 7:07, I turn it off, at 7:29 I crawl out of bed, by 7:30 I am in the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair, at 7:38 I go into my room and get dressed, after that, books go back in the bookbag, at 7:50 my coffee is done down stairs, 2 scoops of sugar, done, then it differs, the time we are supposed to leave is at 8:00, however we are always late, my little brother is quite the slow one, In the car I listen to the conversation everyone has, trying to make mental notes of words that I do not understand, most I will forget before the ride is over. We arrive at school at around 8:28, 2 minutes to make it into class. I sit near the front of the class, no, at the front of the class, in the center. These classrooms are boring, No pictures on the wall, no trinkets on the teachers desk. This is a multipurpose classroom, we will be in here 8 hours a day, 6 days a week, with only the teachers to rotate. Because it is a multipurpose class as they all are, and no one teacher is there all day, they leave it as blank and bleak as possible. Just a big off-white box. To me the teachers speak gibberish, Latin, Greek, physics, even if I did understand Italian their words would be lost to me. I choose instead to read a book, or study Italian, sometimes I join the too buy trying to read a small Italian book, and translate the words I don’t know. The day drags on and then its our only break all day, 15 minutes at 11:00 for a snack, and since 800 students with apparently no concept of lunch line, and only one lunch server, I opt to not eat and instead attempt conversation, look out the window (which I could do for hours; to me even the decaying street by our school is pretty enough to look at all day.) Then back to school, and back home, blah blah. Then NapTime. If God was MC Hammer, this would be when he comes down and says " Stop! Pajama time!"

That is my normal day. At night, there is all sorts of fun things to do, but none of them are very fun as a friendless American, so I either stay at home, or go out with the other exchange students, they are usually all together, so it’s a one stop shop to catch up on all the English you missed out on during the day. It boggles the mind how I am still the worst one here at Italian, well not really I suppose. Equal parts my fault, and people preference to not talk to me. Also, I’m the guy, not that that matters, but some nice guys from school take the girls out all the time to help them with Italian, I don’t invite myself. However, this whole post has been a rather negative post on a rather positive experience. I suppose I would have made this a happy story time email if I didn't think that not telling people about the bad first months would leave them with only half the story, I understood this would happen, though certainly more to me than to some others, but I’m sure it’s hit other people much harder. After all I'm still here, and I love Italy. It's just a tough time, and it's not like we don't have those in America.

Hah, so I was going to start off my Highlights section with the Rome Trip, but that essentially was a failure of a trip, we all paid 200€ to go to Rome, we thought this would be great, see the greatest city in Rome. It was more or less of a trick. Apparently Rotary wanted us to come to their recruitment meeting in some small town north of Rome, and instead of paying for us, or telling us what was happening, disguised it as a trip to Rome, so we get to Rome, get 5 hours, of a fast moving, on foot tour, we saw the outside of the coliseum, and the outside of the Vatican, and some "Important" fountain, which was under reconstruction.. Also the Parthenon/pantheon which was cool, and I enjoyed, but then it was back to the tram, and to a Rotary meeting hours away. I wanted to cry and or kill someone. Charging me 500$ for a surprise Rotary meeting is a pretty sick thing to do. If you feel sick you can say "Io sento male.." Five hours in that beautiful city.. I could have spent five years, and still be seeing new things. However it was the first time we met the exchangers from Rome, and they were a pretty awesome crowd, only 5 or 6 of them, but us Rotary kids always seem to have an immediate strong sense of comradeship. We are all pretty much from America.

The next exciting thing to happen would be our last Rotary trip, to the city of Nuoro. It’s high up in the mountains of central Sardinia, and I have always liked going up into the mountain, a nice change from the flatness. After the Rotary the other three exchange students and myself climbed to the top of the mountain, and there was a giant statue of Jesus, he sort of caught us by surprise, and one of the girls said "OH MY GOD!" I corrected her with my friendly sarcasm, saying "Actually, that's Jesus." If you want to express surprise with a heavenly ring to it in Italy, you may say "Oh mio Dio!" or "Madonna!" So between, the fresh air, the mountains, and Jesus Christ, that trip was certainly one to remember, and lifted my spirits.

Our next upcoming event in planning is Thanksgiving, the holidays never meant a whole lot to my family, but I sure do like country cookin' ! So the exchange students here in town, the 5 of us, are planning to do a little jig and put together a small Thanksgiving. I can't wait!

Okay so this post is getting posted a lot late, I have been adding things on as time goes by, so uh sorry about that! Thanksgiving was pretty fun, me and the other 3 exchange students here in Sassari with me, Kelsey, Hillary, and Stephanie. We all took off school and went to Kelsey's in order to make dinner for 25 people, and we were intense. They don’t have a lot of things we needed for American food, so we had to improvise a lot, and some of our moms sent things we would need, so that was nice! Though some of the packages didn’t make it in time, I swear, package processing here takes like 3 weeks, and that’s after it gets to Italy. So anyway, yeah, we skinned apples, potatoes, carrots, and green beans, as well as mashed them, and baked them, and boiled them, and we made apple pies, caramelized carrots, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and we even bought a big turkey and cooked it! Pfft, it was a beautiful turkey.. Unfortunately, mister know it all Italian host dad of Kelsey, decided to hack the turkey into little pieces BEFORE serving it to everyone, I gotta say I was pretty mad, hadn’t they ever watched television? Anyway, I ate too much and threw up. Yay.. and the Italians didn't really like the food we made, I guess they aren’t accustomed. But all in all it was a really good experience, and another fun bonding experience with the Rotary kids in my district here! Honestly I’m so glad I have them here.

To sum things up for now: Sometimes Italy can be my own personal hell, and sometimes its actually kinda nice! It’s getting better for the most part, slowly... but surely :D I can't wait for more good experiences! Hopefully the baddie ones stay away! Today we even had fun putting up their Christmas decorations and playing soccer!

(Note the Italian language is hard, but a little boring, they don’t exactly have as many words to choose from here, so a lot of words have three similar meaning, like rottura, means break and turn. Also, Groovy, Fantastic, Neat, Awesome = fantastico. :[ and unlike in English you cant throw random words together, like, what’s that thing-a-ma-bob, or give words cool endings like, lame-ish, or attackerize. This has proven to be rather distasteful as compared to some of my more colorful ways of exciterizing the English language. I mean pretty much they even have to use the same word for hello and goodbye. Lack of imagination I think.) Later loverz :D

Until Next Time Friends,

Timotheus Rushing

Imported pancake love

Exploring Nuoro

Me in Rome

Other nearby exchangers

December 31 Journal

Greetings everyone and Happy New Year!

One of my biggest resolutions this year is to throw myself even harder into learning the language and making more friends!

Okay recap time. So for the holidays, First on Christmas eve, my host family threw a family only party here at the house, my host uncle flew all the way in from Milan to be here for it. So the whole family (on my host mom's side) was together for the for Christmas dinner. After dinner we all watched a Christmas soccer montage, which was actually just really boring soccer clips played to Christmas music. Which was weird for me, because I'm used to watching some Christmas movie, if not a comedy than a really away in the manger type movie. I get the feeling they would have liked Jesus better if he had played soccer.

Afterwards, at Midnight, we all got to open our presents, I had bought little presents for everyone in my host family. My host parents, little brother, and grandparents all surprised me by getting me gifts too! I got some pajamas, some after shave, and a belt, which unlike the grinch's heart, was actually several sizes too big. But they all made me feel closer to my host family. Its weird, now that after a few months, it really does feel like family. I still get the feeling my older host siblings resent me now and then. But oh well! Oh jeez I get so sidetracked!

So then on Christmas day, we didn't have any presents left, so it was pretty much just a normal day, except we had a nice big lunch. But as far as Christmas days go, it didn't really feel anything like Christmas, which is what I have heard a lot of exchange students say. Especially the ones who are here with me, who aren't from Florida. For some of them this isn't just the first Christmas away from family, but the first Christmas in a place where it doesn't snow. So all in all, a very bland Christmas. We didn't really do anything Christmas related even, we didn't even listen to the Pope's Christmas speech.

Anyhew... The day after Christmas was much more preferable. My family was going to have a mini Christmas with my dad's side. So we were heading out to his family's cabin in the woods type deal. But my host family said I should invite Hillary the other foreign exchange student who is staying with my host dad's cousin. So I did, and she was able to come. We arrived at the house there, and the slightly colder weather and the smell of smoke in the air already made it feel more like Christmas. We threw a little Christmas feast for everyone who arrived, uncles, aunts, great aunts, grandmas! It was fun, and yummy too! Because let's face it, I don't know if I had said this before, but I have eaten better pasta at the Olive Garden. Yeah, so it was nice and yummy food! Later on that night, we ended up playing cards, and singing Christmas songs while my host uncle played the guitar! Finally something a little bit more like Christmas, and it raised my spirits, that while Christmas wasn't exactly how it should be, it was going to be okay.

Finally, at the end of the week, Kelsey and myself, decided to throw a little Hanukkah party, and she made matzoh ball soup for us, and the other exchange students. That was nice, and tasted pretty good too!

Out of other recent events, probably the most exciting other thing to happen was when all the exchange students in town came over to my house and we all made sandwiches and watched the new Batman movie, and afterwards went exploring and playing Guitar Hero.

Tonight is New Years Eve and I think I will be heading to the Piazza for a big new years concert with an Italian DJ. No plans to get drunk and play with fireworks, how disappointing! ^_^ Sarcasm.

So we shall see how that goes with the concert! Happy new years again to everyone!

January 11 Journal

Why Hello there ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the month of January! School has started back up here, so goodbye to Christmas break! But lets take a few steps back for now.

My last post ended off on New Years day, so that seems just about a good of a place to start as any.

Hi-ho.

So New Years was a very interesting experience for me, because, for the most part in America  I have generally just stayed at home with some family and friends at (I was going to say our yearly new years party, but it would really make sense if we did it more than once a year) our new years party. Sipping champagne, laughing at stories from the year, and watching the ball drop in New York on the Television. It was quite different here. The night started out with me dressing up, because even in Italy, going places naked seems to be quite un-acceptable. Nextly, yes nextly.. I went down into town to meet Hillary and Stephanie [( Last names are secrets! But if you're an exchanger going to sardegna contact me and I'll try to get you in touch with them too) today seems like a good day for parenthesis!] Right, right.. So I went to Hillary's house because she lives right in town, about five minutes from the Piazza, which is where we were headed later that night. You know what they say.. location, location, too close to a volcano, location. So her house was a strategic base in our war on walking long distances (Henceforth to be known as the Sassari Foot War of 08-09). Anyway, short story short, we ended up just playing cards and eating ucky Italian cookies, American desserts are so much better you have no idea! So for three hours we played and talked and then bought some hamburgers from a street vendor. Still just the three of us.

Listen: As to why their was not any Italians with us is actually another somewhat long story, involving love, better friends, private parties, and language barriers. So we will let that sleeping dog lie.

So it was the three of us, wandering the city, with nothing but hope and hamburgers, ( yes clothes and friendship, but let's stick with what's important). After a while, we had only minutes to midnight! (Minutes to Midnight is a band name, Plz don't sue me?) Where had the time gone! Certainly not down the toilette, that was working! Not into the sky, I certainly would have seen it up there! It was just gone! So we all rannnnnnnnnnnnnnn... And got to the piazza three minutes early! The party had started at ten, but well it was pretty much just a bunch of old drunkies drinking beer and champagne and listening to music. But, we lead a small town life. But wow, by the time we got there, there must have been two thousand bashed, befuddled, boozed up, buzzed, crocked, feeling no pain, flushed, flying, fuddled, glazed, groggy, high, inebriated, juiced, laced, liquored up, lit, lush, muddled, plastered, potted, seeing double, sloshed, stewed, stoned, tanked, three sheets to the wind, tipsy, totaled, under the influence, under the table, wasted Italians dancing to a light show being blasted across the front of the government building! There was also a band dressed up in all sorts of crazy outfits singing out the lyrics of oldies American songs on the stage! Three minutes later when the clock hit midnight like an angry Chuck Norris in a bad action flick, the light show and the crowd went crazy! People dancing and screaming, and kissing, and throwing firecrackers at each other, smashing glass bottles on the ground, roaring in ecstasy! It was magnificent, I had not help but to dance along with everyone! Not to mention our little group probably knew these American classics better than most the people there. But I'm glad I was able to make it, things like this are the kind of experiences you remember when you come home, I think.

Hi-ho.

Finally, right before break ended there was the Festival of the Befana. If you're coming to Italy I suggest you do a little further research into it. As to a general over-view, basically a witch is supposed to come to all of Italy and fill your stocking with candy and sweets (which yes means Halloween decorations and Christmas stockings). Anyway, it was kind of a confusing deal for me. On the bright side I got a sock full of candy. >_< Hopefully I won't end up having to buy two seats on the return flight to America. Thank goodness I still do a lot of that walking thing. Anyway, Befana. Done.

The friend situation is looking up more in recent times, two or three girls from school ask me to hang out after school sometimes, and the boy who sits next to me in class seems to like talking to me. So that helps a little with the sense of failure I was feeling earlier, at least in respect to that particular area of the exchange. So with me now making friends, that has brought all the exchange students in Sassari to a "I finally have friends" status and we all seem much happier. Unfortunately it seems a little out with the old, in with the new. With new friends, we have less time for each other, spend less time talking, and planning our trips, drifting out from our group into our own little niches. While this is good, and what we all want, it's still a little sad too see the drift. At first when I got here and they were here for me it meant the world, I don't know what I would have done without them, but in the same way I missed my old friends when I was with them, I miss them when I'm with my new friends here. Time to move on.

Time.. despite the fact that the word time is pretty much my name (Time-Tim) its probably one of my least favorite words. Especially here in Italy. All the pressures it puts on an exchange student, so little time to learn a language, so much time away, the awkward time between responses in Italian, the time it takes to realize things are different here. It seems time is a little clock-work terrorist sometimes. SomeTIMES. On another side note, I do believe that sometime in Italian is "Qualche Volta" which is literally some time. ^_^ If you're not going to Italy I hope my lessons aren't boring you! Oh but time time time!!! I have been here more than four months according to the human calendar. Which is actually different from the calendars on Pluto, trust me! But as far as space months go I wouldn't even know how long I have been here, and that would be quite confusing. The way time has been going for me lately is quite odd. Everything on the day to day basis still seems to be the same, see above posts, but in the boring sameness of the daily grind. Not only does it often seem like time isn't passing, but sometimes like things that happened haven't happened at all. All the days being so much the same, sometimes I cant remember if something happened earlier that day, or earlier in the day two weeks ago.. It's like living a day that lasts 9 months, or an episode of the twilight zone where you wake up and live the same day over for the rest of your life. Luckily, it is only boring and not bad! What would I do then? Perhaps the popsicle people on Pluto know! But I doubt we shall ever find out.

Ha ha ho ho and hee hee.

Back to school! Friends comrades, fellow slaves of cruel professors! We have been reunited in prison once again! Well, at least there is that bright side! For me Italian is still simply just too difficult to be learning physics, science and philosophy. This language barrier doesn't seem to bother my professors at all. Work, work, work! I must work harder, the teacher is always right! But no not really, I'll do my best, but they shouldn't act disappointed. I would like to see their faces if I asked them to a page in my old school books. I imagine if I even offered them the chance they would grudgingly refuse, perhaps even get angry. My, my teachers, aren't you being unfair! But I will still play your games, no choice ^_^

Study, study! In knowledge there is power, and with power, doors open! When the door at school opens at 2 o' clock. I am a happy boy.

Done with this post now too! Happy :D Thus has declared, Comrade Rushing!

Piazza Italia

Sassari Exchangers

Italy friends