Juice Boxes and Stretching Parties

Today was a very interesting day. First off, its Monday. No good ever comes from Mondays. In my Italian class of, at most 15 kids, I witnessed and was victim to one of the most overt acts of rudeness I have witnessed in many years. I’m sitting in class, minding my own business, trying to understand our teacher explain our homework to us when this girl sitting next to me for some reason didn’t catch the homework assignment. Figuring I knew it, she put her hand in my peripheral vision, moved it spastically, and said, “You. What’s the homework?” You? I was and still am in shock that someone has the audacity to actually say that out loud. Classes proceeded, with my EU politics class and then to Early Christianity. Becky, my friend, and I have decided the only reason to go to that class is because the professor is very attractive…and Italian. Unfortunately, he is much older, married, and has two children. After classes, Julie and I booked hostels and looked at train tickets for this coming up weekend to Cinque Terre. Its going to be gorgeous hiking on the northern coast of Italy. After that we had been planning on going grocery shopping at which we found a very surprising thing. Did you know that they make juice boxes for wine? Well, they do, and we are now the proud owners of 6 such ‘win boxes’ as well as the cheapest box wine we could find: 65 euro cent. We’re going to use the money we didn’t use on decent wine for some very good cheese and bread. With our backpacks and purses full of food we got back on the bus to our apartment. From there I decided to get on the internet to skype and check my emails. After about an hour of sitting outside up against a building, my body told me I had to get up and go home to finish homework and visit my roommates. I get back from the internet, walk into the apartment, and find Jeanette sitting on a chair with half of her hair on the floor. She’s combing out her dreads!! From there on, the night got strange. Julie and I had a stretching party that hopefully will continue for the next of the semester so we will be able to actually touch our toes and not have bad backs when we’re old. Perhaps we’ll even get adventurous and throw in some abs, push-ups and walk sits. Erica, Jeanette, and Julie were all making fun of me because I immediately got hyper upon my arrival home and could not stop bouncing off the walls. A pillow fight was to be held a little later with Julie the unexpected victim of multiple attacks. Erica had the ‘brilliant’ plan to zip the pillows around her hands which only unzipped when she tried to pillow-attack me. Jeanette was and still is combing out her first dreadlock in the bathroom. Once I won the pillow fight, I had to announce my retirement for the night as to finish reading about the Maastricht Treaty and the treaty which made the European Union into the European Union. Quite an exciting night I must say.