"I'll read your blog until you inevitably get wrapped up in what you're doing and forget to update
it."
- My accurate, loving, wonderful boyfriend Zac.
I'm back and writing on blogspot again! Tell your friends. I must be trending by now, especially after my last blog as an 18 year old in Ireland who primarily only waxed philosophical on why I didn't have a boyfriend. As evidenced from above, I'm truly a new woman.
I'm currently on the Dartmouth Coach, a bus headed for Logan Airport. At around 8pm I'm going to be getting on a red-eye flight to Arezzo, Italy, where I'll be studying commedia dell'arte at the Accademia dell'Arte for the next 3 months. Arezzo is about 40 minutes south of Florence by train, and we will be living in a villa. Stick a fork in me this blogpost is DOOOONE!
Yesterday, Zac and I watched Life is Beautiful by Roberto Benigni. The movie has been my favorite for years, and while we were watching the most beautiful thing happened. With a picture of a car careening down the Tuscan countryside as its backdrop, the opening credits read the words "AREZZO, ITALY 1939". Immediately upon this realization, a lightning bolt hit and Miley Cyrus was knighted. I had never noticed this (rather large) detail in the movie, and I spent the next hour in a frenzy of excitement watching Guido and his family traverse the city that I knew I would call a temporary home.
I don't speak Italian. I find that rather concerning. I've taken Spanish off and on for around 7 years, so my hope is that having some knowledge of romance languages will help me. I will be taking an Italian class as part of my curriculum, but the next few hours will be full of familiarizing myself with common words, phrases, and quips.
I spent last semester in London, and the two years before that were at Skidmore College. First and foremost; I love Skidmore. It fit all of my requirements for a liberal arts school when I was in high school, and for the most part lives up to all of my dreams of what college years should be. However, when I was in high school I spent a lot of time debating between going to an acting conservatory or a liberal arts school with a bangin theater program. What this year abroad has done is helped to satiate some of my wanderlust and also included two schools in which I am able to fully immerse myself in theater. In London I saw an incredible amount of theater, and also finally sat down to read the plays I've always told myself I would. In addition, the semester was full of some of the most wonderful, kind, intelligent, curious people I have ever met. There were several students from Skidmore at my program, most of whom I barely knew upon starting the program, and also around 40 others from schools including USC, Tufts, Vassar, Northeastern, Bowdoin, Whitman... To name a few. London's program provided a comfort in socializing that I hadn't experienced at Skidmore for a while. I am so lucky to have had that experience.
That last paragraph was extraneous. The truth of the matter is that the bus driver just put my backpack underneath this bus so all I can do for the rest of this bus ride is blog. But, truly, I am very lucky.
The classes I'm going to be taking: Commedia dell'arte (or, "Acting"), Movement, Voice, Beginning Italian, The Philosophy of Art and Performance, Extended Performance Topics: Physical and Visual Comedy.
I don't know what to expect (in Italy... At the airport I will be drinking beer and preparing for a night of being gassy and uncomfortable), and that feels good. I know I have a few personal goals that I want to achieve (adopt a slower pace of life, be gentle with yourself, reduce my pore size, etc.), but for the most part I'm going to let this semester take me where it will.
Oh! - 18 year old me would also be thrilled to know that I'm on stop #1 of Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love journey. Since then I've realized that Gilbert had a book deal before even leaving her front door and that the whole thing is a bit self-obsessed and implies the only way to get happy is to leave the hemisphere. Ha. Yes, 18 year old me would be thrilled. My blog (thank you Boco) is Eat, Eat, Eat.
Arrivederci!
it."- My accurate, loving, wonderful boyfriend Zac.
I'm back and writing on blogspot again! Tell your friends. I must be trending by now, especially after my last blog as an 18 year old in Ireland who primarily only waxed philosophical on why I didn't have a boyfriend. As evidenced from above, I'm truly a new woman.
I'm currently on the Dartmouth Coach, a bus headed for Logan Airport. At around 8pm I'm going to be getting on a red-eye flight to
Arezzo, Italy, where I'll be studying commedia dell'arte at the Accademia dell'Arte for the next 3 months. Arezzo is about 40 minutes south of Florence by train, and we will be living in a villa. Stick a fork in me this blogpost is DOOOONE!Yesterday, Zac and I watched Life is Beautiful by Roberto Benigni. The movie has been my favorite for years, and while we were watching the most beautiful thing happened. With a picture of a car careening down the Tuscan countryside as its backdrop, the opening credits read the words "AREZZO, ITALY 1939". Immediately upon this realization, a lightning bolt hit and Miley Cyrus was knighted. I had never noticed this (rather large) detail in the movie, and I spent the next hour in a frenzy of excitement watching Guido and his family traverse the city that I knew I would call a temporary home.
I don't speak Italian. I find that rather concerning. I've taken Spanish off and on for around 7 years, so my hope is that having some knowledge of romance languages will help me. I will be taking an Italian class as part of my curriculum, but the next few hours will be full of familiarizing myself with common words, phrases, and quips.
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| National Gallery, London |
That last paragraph was extraneous. The truth of the matter is that the bus driver just put my backpack underneath this bus so all I can do for the rest of this bus ride is blog. But, truly, I am very lucky.
The classes I'm going to be taking: Commedia dell'arte (or, "Acting"), Movement, Voice, Beginning Italian, The Philosophy of Art and Performance, Extended Performance Topics: Physical and Visual Comedy.
I don't know what to expect (in Italy... At the airport I will be drinking beer and preparing for a night of being gassy and uncomfortable), and that feels good. I know I have a few personal goals that I want to achieve (adopt a slower pace of life, be gentle with yourself, reduce my pore size, etc.), but for the most part I'm going to let this semester take me where it will.
Oh! - 18 year old me would also be thrilled to know that I'm on stop #1 of Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love journey. Since then I've realized that Gilbert had a book deal before even leaving her front door and that the whole thing is a bit self-obsessed and implies the only way to get happy is to leave the hemisphere. Ha. Yes, 18 year old me would be thrilled. My blog (thank you Boco) is Eat, Eat, Eat.
Arrivederci!
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