Three weeks have now been three weeks of travel by train to Rome, and things always turn for the better. Last night I had a hint the highly acclaimed "first dream in English." I begin to think in English, even if the bitch still shooting them in Italian, mostly out of necessity.
Friday night we played a very tense game against the Valley Warriors, the football team at the private school / Catholic country. They are our enemies. The next morning at school there was a special meeting of the whole school to learn the songs, and we have players staged the destruction of a player of the Valley. The mascot was dressed in their blue uniform and in 60, fully dressed with our green and white jersey, we jumped on him and messed up. Much of the good life ... sisi mascot for 12 years we have beaten the Valley. Well, you sees that the thirteenth brought bad luck, we were beaten 29 to 28 for a touchdown with two minutes remaining. In less than two minutes we managed to reach their goal, but that moron referee has canceled the action for "improper moral game" because a player, the first down, has thrown the ball on the ground.
However, the Homecoming is October 4, are all excited for this party, although nobody knows what you celebrate. In the week before that party every day is a theme, where all are dressed according to certain rules. There is a day of reversal, where our players will dress up cheerleader skirt with a lot of them and with pads and helmets. They promised me that I "pay" so do not I have to complain about. Then they elect the hottest girl and student representatives. For the hottest girl our gift was a football autographed by all players.
The day of the festival instead there is a parade complete with floats for the town before the football game. We have a cart all our players where we throw candy and T-shirts, and we're going direct to the direct field for the game.
The next day, Saturday, is the famous dance. Here they use to program two dances: the first, dell'Homecoming, and second, in April, the Prom. For both it is advisable to invite a girl. I personally am torn between three, two cheerleaders and a volleyball player. I do not really idea who I will invite, I see tomorrow.
I saw some of the clothes of the friends of my host sister. Mamma mia Americans have their own taste! What in particular host sister is horrible. Blue and black, sbirluccicante without a form (which is who should wear it has too many hahaha sorry bad joke).
The beauty is that he also dared to criticize me saying that I can not dress. He spoke about the U.S..
Tonight I cooked myself. I did not know how to say in English sauce so I ended up telling his mother to buy the tomato concentrate. My stomach still hurts. Shit if it was schifoooooooooooo
Anyways by now that I'm waiting for the cheesecake of the host grandmother, the most delicious I've ever eaten!
PS: Take note, means to cut the cheese fart. From the pictures of shit always learn sisi
