Like everything that ends up being a significant part of my life, I began this endeavor for totally superficial reasons. I decided I wanted to study abroad, but after my experiences with Attic Greek (insert screams of terror here) my grades were not exactly the nice, shiny grades they needed to be in order to be approved for the Rome program I wanted to do.
BUT THEN: there was this little note down at the bottom about this program in Pisa. This program in Pisa that no one ever does, and no one ever applies for, because there’s a language prerequisite. And thus the cogs began to turn.
So I applied, and I got approved, and now I’m taking Italian.
And I LOVE IT.



