Cancer!

Cancer would refer to the astrological sign I forgot the name for on my exam today, not the deadly illness. Naming the sign wasn't all that important but now I'm mad at myself that I didn't remember what it was called while taking the test, but remembered on the way down the (insanely long) stairway after class. I almost shouted cancer! on the stairway but caught myself in time. Exam good news: I got a 99 on my Italian exam. I put a pizzeria instead of in pizzeria. Aren't I just a failure at life?

Hey. Have I mentioned that I'm going to IRELAND this Friday?

I had two exams today, Age of Heroes, on the last half of The Iliad and the general introduction to The Odyssey. It was pretty easy. I was suprised though, because my professor only copied half the exam then got flustered and angry when she figured out 11 questions were missing. This professor's usually pretty unflappable. After Age of Heroes was the aforementioned Philosophy of Magic exam. Unlike the Heroes exam, which was 20 essay questions long, this one was only six. The nice thing about midterms was getting out of class early and having more time to wander around this beautiful day. And I needed the time too-- my kebab lunch place was out of falafel! And so was the other kebab place around the corner! Seriously Florence, I want my Wednesday kebab! Argh. So I ended up going to Coronas (even though its all the way on the other side of Piazza Republica and nowhere near my route from Faenza to Strozzi) because none of the cafes I passed had good looking sandwiches or I didn't feel like going into them because they were crammed with tourists. Not that Coronas was free from tourists but it had a better balance of Italians.

Oh! Awesome Italian usage story! At the second kebab place I tried the woman spoke to me in Italian, I replied in Italian then when she told me they were out of falafel I understood her and replied, yet again in Italian! Point, Marissa! Of course, my bubble was burst when the woman at Coronas spoke in English and really good English too. I mean, kudos to her on her command of the language, but I need practice. Then, at the restaurant last night (Indian for ethnic tuesday didn't happen because we didn't feel like trekking halfway across Florence to find it so we did Za Zas instead because its on our ginormous list of places to go) I asked the waitress how much more bread would cost. That was a fail. I think she thought I was asking how much the bread we already had cost (comes in the cover charge). So we didn't get our "più pane". Which was probably a good thing. I had a wonderful Tuscan fagiolo (bean) and farro (spelt) soup. It was nice and thick.

Anyway, I need to go pick up my boarding pass before the place closes. Cause I kinda need it to go to IRELAND. Which is where I'm going this Friday. Did you know that? Sorry about the picture lackage. If you don't like it then buy me a digital camera and I'll be happy to oblige you with all the pictures you want. Ciao!