So here I am sitting in a nearly empty classroom as I await for the first final of my spring semester to begin! It seems, like just yesterday I was just getting back from Italy and buying books in anticipation for my spring semester to begin, now it’s ending, am I a bit nostalgic, not at all I couldn’t be happier now that the semester has nearly come to an to end.
Yesterday began as a beautiful, bright, sunny day but that quickly changed as news of two explosions at the Boston Marathon erupted, and quickly the day turned dark and depressing as the overall mood turned sad.
The day after marathon Monday is usually a proud day for runners, they walk around the city proudly sporting their medals and showing off their florescent marathon jackets, however today was a bit different in the city of Boston. The usually overcrowded and chaotic T was nearly empty this morning. Instead of a crowd awaiting the t platform, four armed police men stood there as they checked each individuals bag. Classes today were nearly deserted and those that did attend looked unfocused and disinterested. The usual face-paced, energetic Bostonians that walk the city streets were today replaced with somber faced people, confused, and quiet.
So it’s finally that time in the semester, the time I have come to both love and hate. With only 22 days of school left I am overjoyed to be nearly done and I am eagerly looking forward to a three month reprieve from school, but at the same time I am dreading the next 22 days. Within that time I still have to complete 4 projects, write one paper, study for three tests, and of course prepare myself to take five finals……obviously you can see my conflict as to weather I should be jumping for joy or pulling out my hair.
Recreating My Favorite Italian Pizza, Tomato Sauce and Spinach a top a Thin Crust Topped with an Egg26 Mar
This past weekend I had a serious case of the Sundays…some people enjoy Sundays, they find it to be a leisurely, relaxing day, I however, am not one of those people. I find the entire day long and boring. Before you go on thinking I am a pessimist let me explain myself. For starters Sundays are typically my homework day, and this weekend I happened to be quite busy which meant before Sunday I hadn’t even had an opportunity to start any work, meaning that this particular Sunday I had five subjects worth of homework, a paper to write, and two tests to study for (can you really blame me for being so indifferent to Sundays now?) My second reasons for not being a huge Sunday fan of course is knowing that tomorrow is Monday…and you really can’t argue that anyone actually looks forward to a Monday. I know I certainty don’t especially this week as I have a huge midterm and accounting test…..not fun!
So while my college peers prepared for spring break by packing suitcases filled with bikinis and sunglasses for days of lounging on the hot, sunny beach and mini skirts to wear for parties which no doubt would last all night, I was preparing for my spring break by packing a suitcase filled with work boots, over-sized t-shirts, and quite possibly the most un attractive sweatshirts I have ever owned, needless to say I was in for a very different type of spring break experience! Continue reading
Living in the city can sure have it advantages and disadvantage. It wasn’t long before I realized that when things are good the city is the best place to be, but when things are bad, it suddenly becomes the worst place to be. For example taking a long walk to run errands on a beautiful day doesn’t seem like a chore it just seems like a great source of free exercise, a key advantage of living in the city. But on a cold rainy day walking anywhere seems like a fate worse than death, especially when you’re in a hurry and you wish you could simply hop in a car and take a quick five-minute ride rather than a 15 minute walk.
I don’t think a single day went by while I was in Italy that I didn’t eat at least one piece of schicciata, don’t judge me, it was just so addicting, delicious, and everywhere….The minute the aroma of freshly baked bread topped with aromatic herbs hit my nose my willpower instantly weakened and by stomach quickly began to grumble. Continue reading