Journals collected today. Of course I was missing one entry- recovered, as you can see. God spare the essay I wrote in class; I always feel that I start out strong then dwindle until any conclusion I could make is too embarrassing to be a point. I thought back to the man in customs in Helsinki, who asked what I would be studying while I'm here. I tried to explain liberal arts to him- "Beyond me," he said.
Yeah. Beyond me, too.
Good news is, we're all getting the hang of siesta hour. We talked in the cafe after class about the ways we can tell Rome has changed us., the way we suspect we'll be changed, and our fears of returning to TMC. Well, my fears. I am afraid to return. This semester has been better for me than any study I've had yet, and I don't want to face falling back into old New Hampshire habits.
Ostia Antiqua tomorrow. Va bene!
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