Okay eravamo rimasti al casinò con Sydney e carli.. beh è stato bello ma il casinò non mi fa impazzire. Le persone non sanno quando fermarsi e anche io qualche problema l'ho avuto ma alla fine è stato divertente.
Alla Mall of America ho provato un vestito per il prom e me ne sono innamorata! metterò la foto qui sotto. Abbiamo girato un po e mi sono comprata le dr martens, le adoro!
Abbiamo cenato da noddle & company e poi sydney ci ha riaccompagnate a casa.
La domenica non abbiamo fatto granché, ho comprato due costumi da victoria's secret per lo spring break e poi siamo tornati a casa relativamente presto.
Siamo stati a casa il resto della giornata a non fare molto ma è andato bene, ho potuto riposarmi un pò.
Lunedì mi sono finalmente decisa e ho iniziato Track! è durissima ma mi piace. ci alleniamo 5 volte a settimana e una volta a settimana andiamo in piscina, Lunedì e martedì le mie gambe gridavano pietà ma adesso inizia ad andare meglio e dopo track mi sento fiera di me stessa. In ogni caso non avrei nulla da fare dopo scuola.
Le lezioni vanno bene : algebra ho i finals settimana prossima, spagnolo è abbastanza facile considerando che mi sto impegnando il 10% di quello che facevo in Italia.
Coro mi piace un sacco anche se a volte è pesante e noioso.
World studies è facile e mi piace abbastanza anche se all'ultima ora sono sempre mezza morta.
Track è alle 2.30 e sono felice che martin sia nel team e sto conoscendo un sacco di nuove persone!
Il prom si fa sempre più vicino e non ho ancora un date! penso che qualcuno voglia chiedermelo ma non saprei se accettare o no..
Parlando di altro..
Sono qui da 7 mesi! 7 lunghi mesi. Sembra ieri che sono arrivata qui in Minnesota invece sono passati 7 mesi.. non sembra vero.
Mi sento cambiata in questi mesi, sono cresciuta un sacco.
Mi sto creando questa nuova vita che sarà difficile da lasciare, sto sopravvivendo con questa lingua con cui ormai non ho più grossi problemi e me la sto cavando da sola. Certo a volte è difficile e ti viene solo voglia di mollare e di piangere ma si va avanti e quello che non uccide fortifica .
Amici ne ho e ne sto facendo di nuovi ogni giorno e sono contentissima di questo.
Novità ed nuove esperienze si aprono davanti a me ( crociera la prossima settimana, Prom , Graduation) e non vedo l'ora di viverle appieno!
“What is exchange?
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything’s going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that boy is going to react when you see him again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Posto la foto del vestito :)
bye
Chiara
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