Beebbadabada

How I feel some days:



"You can't speak Italian just because you wear more eyeliner!"

Thanks to Icarus for sending the link!

From the sacred to the profane

Yes, it's that time of year again.

Finals.

This is the time when the idyllic life of a student of a Rome starts to really, really stink.

The Europeans just don't do it the way American profs do. Study guides? Forget about it. Here's a book. Memorize it. Oh yeah, translate it first into your language. Heh heh heh. When my friend told me to "make a outline of what was covered in the class and memorize it as a point of reference - you know, when they ask you about it on the test," I knew that I was in for an interesting European experience.

But I knew all this when I signed up, so I'm not *really* complaining. Just commiserating with sympathetic souls like yourselves.

So, to express (somehow) how I feel about finals, I'm posting a link to a site that brings me entertainment, month by month. It's as anti-my-purpose-of-being-in-Rome as you can get. The author's succinct descriptions bring me joy.

Eyesore of the Month

You've GOT to check out the previous one, for December. Prepare yourself.