So here I am, sitting in my bedroom in front of my computer. My summer insomnia has always been on time, and I still remember when I used to spend my open-eyed nights writing or reading. And then I'd make some tea and wait for dawn outside.
On 12th July I came back from Cambridge, and looking back to that day I still feel kind of lost and proud. I thought I'd have cried on the train, on the plane, while greeting my friends. But I didn't. I read instead, a book about writing ("Bird by bird", by Anne Lamott) which a teacher of mine suggested to me.That was one of the best books I've ever read, maybe because it came at the right time in my life, who knows.
My latest English experience was with no doubts the best one I've ever had. I'm not sure whether I improved my English that much (if so, I've already forgotten too much of it!), but I can swear I learned a lot about myself and people around me. It was, above all, a human experience.
I met people from all over the world: South Korea, China, Turkey, Belgium, Hungary, Spain, Switzerland... Oh, and England, ahaha!
I saw people crying because I was leaving, others trying to hide their sadness, and each of those moments has been tender and heart rending at the same time (how sentimental! XD).
As soon as I came back to Italy, I angrily discovered that from 2008 on, a compulsory entry test has to be sat in order to enter my university. Cool. -_- Now I'm trying to focus my poor summer mind on history, law, geography and stuff. I'm also striving to find a single room in padova, the city where I'm going to live, but prices are high and rooms almost claustrophobic -_-
My conclusion is that before focusing on the PCE (proficiency certificate in English), I'll have to focus on myself and on my new start at the university. I will study International Relations and Human Rights. I feel scared, but at the same time I'm confident.
I know this is the right path to walk on.
I'm not sure who I'm writing to, so, whoever you are, goodnight. Can I hug you?
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