I’d like to begin by dedicating this post to my Uncle Jack, who passed away this week after a 3-year battle with pancreatic cancer. Jack was one of the gentlest and most kind-hearted people on this planet, and he will be missed dearly by all who knew him. He fought courageously, surgery after surgery, and always put on a smile even as it got more painful to do so. It has been especially difficult being 4,000 miles away from home during this time, but when you have a friend who is willing to drop everything and bring you cannolis, it makes it a little easier to deal with. (Thank you) Additionally, I’ve been pretty sick this week and classes have started as well, so I’m really just content to just wrap this week up. Milan is amazing, but you cannot see much of it when you are stuck in bed.
With classes starting again, it feels like I have forgotten how to do school. My classes are in English, and I’m really not sure why people ask me if they’re in Italian. I don’t speak Italian, and I did not suddenly learn it in 3 weeks. My professors so far have been fantastic, and the classes I’m taking actually interest me. Compared to Madison, Bocconi’s campus is extremely diminutive. You can walk across the campus in about 5 minutes, and there are only 2 buildings in which class is held. However, I still have been turned around familiarizing myself with the layout. The classes are structured differently- attendance is not mandatory, and the learning depends a lot more on what is done outside of the classroom. I have 3 classes in which the final is worth 100% of my grade, so finals week will now be 100% more stressful!
After such a rough week, it is hard not to focus on my upcoming trips. After what will hopefully be a nice weekend in Milan, I will be heading to Zurich at the end of the month, then Barcelona the week after that. I cannot wait to see some familiar faces in Barcelona. I also visited Florence last weekend, and it was so incredibly beautiful. One thing I did notice about Florence was the amount of Americans and tourists there, and how there are none in Milan. Perhaps it is just the season we are in, but it is a quality of Milan I love.
Being abroad has been a wonderful experience so far, and I’m hitting the point where the days are now flying by. The first week felt prolonged and slow, but the last 2 weeks have felt like a blur. (Maybe it’s the head cold) I’m really hoping this week was the low point, and I’m ready to start the rest of my abroad experience.
Thanks everyone for giving me a read this week!
You know I never left you, cause every road that leads to heaven’s right inside you.