1. I've developing a rather passive understanding of Italian. I can more or less tell the gist of what my roommate is saying to her boyfriend-- I pretend I'm asleep but my mind is frantically piecing together high school Italian + Spanish grammatical concepts. This pleases me.

2. I am just starting to make friends here, and they will not be here next year. This grieves me.

3. I love school but the work makes me want to die.