arielarena

My NABA classes start tomorrow. I'm nervous for many reasons. One, I don't speak Italian very well and my classes are All IN ITALIAN. I knew this was the case but it's hit me that I am so very screwed. Two, I don't know if the schedule I made is the schedule I have. See, with the International Affairs person, Aleksandra, I made a schedule (well, she made it and I sat there hoping to get the times I wanted and while the schedule she gave me isn't ideal it'll do) and was told that there is no guarantee that I will actually get into those classes since they're mostly in computer labs and a limited number of computers means a limited number of students. Fair enough. But I haven't gotten any word from her about whether this is my actual schedule or not. Hence the confusion and uncertainty.

( Rant )

Now I'm in my new apartment, kind of loving it. It's with two other girls who are a bit older than me and are doing fashion marketing. They're from Sweden and Finland (though I don't know which girl is from which country). One of the reasons I really wanted this place, other than it being nice and close to the school, was that in the house we speak English. I'm glad that communication will be easy. Also, they're both really nice and helpful. Will post photos of new apartment later. Promise. P.S. Laura K, you can find photos of the old studio on facebook.

( Carnevale and whatnot )

Tomorrow's classes include: Motion Graphics (aka Adri Plays with After Effects, hopefully) from 9-12 and History of Graphic Design from 1-3 (or as they put it on the schedule: 13-15). Must talk to teachers about the whole "I speak English and my Italian sucks but I'm honestly trying to get better...please don't fail me" thing.

Question for Pratt Graphic Des. people (so Michele): What classes are you taking next semester and do you know what teachers you want for senior project? I want to challenge myself but also have fun. And possibly and internship. Speaking of, how does one go about getting an internship anyway?

P.S. My birthday is this next Sunday. Perhaps I should have a party on Friday or Saturday?

Fuck you Milan. Every time this city and my situation seems to get better I just get fucked over again. The housing I thought was for the next two weeks is apparently for one. The room is supposedly not available after that. I specifically said TWO WEEKS. JESUS! What the fuck is wrong with this place?! And the two people I'm friends with are going back home so I won't even have them anymore. It's cold, I'm going to be in between housing AGAIN and I fucking hate moving. If I had known it was only one week I would have said fuck it and found another place. I know this was my decision and I wanted to go but I didn't think this would be such a fucking pain in the ass. I just want to have one place be my home base and that's it. I don't know what else to do but bitch about it right now since none of the other ads on Craigslist look promising and Easystaza.com is shit. GAH!!! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!

I called Mum to tell her but she's in a meeting and couldn't talk long. She has this idea of just getting a hotel room for that last week. But I don't want a hotel. I want my "permanent" housing. I want to be in ONE place and NOT have to leave. I want a kitchen I feel comfortable using and internet and a shower that isn't shitty. I want the Ripa di Porta apartment. And preferably now. Well, next Sunday.

Fuck this.

That said, I know this will work out. I'm just pissed that I keep getting screwed over. In a hour I will head to Mayflower and meet up with Anastasia and Sandra for drinks and homework and food, tell them about this and we'll laugh and thing won't seem so utterly crap. Then I'll go to class tomorrow, head back to the Old Lady Apartment and get my stuff to drop off at the Week Apartment and then head to Bonnie's and Florence will be wonderful.

I have more photos that I'll probably post once I'm back from Bonnie's.

Went to Chabad for dinner last night. Very nice people who made an effort to speak in English. It was hard to follow their conversations overall as the languages switched between three (English, Hebrew and Italian) and I only properly understand one. Mum, however, could follow both English and Hebrew. Fell asleep at the table multiple times as my body is still not completely adapted to Italy time. One of the men who goes to Chabad dinners is a graphic designer-- already offered services for free. He apparently has spoken at Pratt at that Industrial Design department because that's what he was before going graphic. Mum and I will be going to this Chabad next Friday, too.

( Apartment Hunt and Whatnot )

Am feeling particularly lazy today. Don't want to think about shittons of paperwork that need to be done. Why oh why did they never mention all of this at the meetings?