Yea, that's right, I cant even speak my OWN language.
I am a little grumpy today, but don't let that worry you. My family members are so very nice, but I guess I am just getting annoyed with being treated differently. My Italian Literature teacher wants to talk to AFS and my Italian language tutor because she thinks I cannot handle the class.
I am homesick. I no longer just miss the feeling of doing something correctly and having people understand and respect me. I really just miss watching a Cary Grant movie with my mom while eating popcorn. And I want mt stepdad to help me with physics. I want to listen to Anthony Green while understanding what a scissor-kick is. I want to go out for breakfast and talk about travel. I want to eat pringles and go to the park.
But I cant.
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HELL! Even your blog is in Italian!!!
Hey Keyne, it's your brother. I'll be checking on your blog every day, so keep writing. You'll do fine, when someone gets under your skin, just treat them like you'd treat me. You'll be fine, hang in there.
Ciao! Hang in there. It gets easier and more "normal" - I promise. You will look back at your first few months and have so many great stories to tell.
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