Decisions, Decisions

I had such a busy day yesterday that I came home last night and just conked out. I woke up this morning at around 7:00-ish because I fell asleep so early.

The first obligation of the day was my appointment with the nutritionist. Apparently I lost three pounds in the past two weeks. That put me in a great mood, because although I had done really well on some days, others were a disaster. After the appointment, I had a two-hour magazine meeting. We went over the submissions we're actually putting in, categorized them and put them in order.

After that, I had an Italian test. We had one of those Study Abroad people come in before the test to try to coerce us all to apply to go to Italy. After she left, Professor M. told us that there are several scholarships available to go. He has spoken of this before, but he's always referring to the summer, so I didn't think I could go (I have to do an internship this summer). After I finished my test, he asked me to step out into the hallway for a minute. I did, and he said that I should apply for a certain scholarship. I think it's around $5,000 to go study in Italy. He said, "If you apply for it, there's no way we would turn you down." I explained that I can't do it in the summer and he said that I could go whenever I want. He even said that if I choose to go for a semester rather than the summer, it would be in my favor, because apparently everyone wants to go in the summer and they're really trying to push this program more.

What an amazing opportunity. I'm not sure if I should apply for it, though, because I am most likely going abroad for my summer internship (might be to Italy, actually, but a different city). Do I really want to spend five months away from home? Yes and no. I don't want to pass up something that could change my life, but at the same time, Boyfriend may finally be set up here by then. I don't want to be away from him for so long. It's hard enough now.

Anyway, last night I went to a Scholarship Reception at the College President's home. They want recipients to go so that they can personally thank their donors. My donor wasn't there. I hate these cocktail things; they make me nervous. It was alright, though. I met a lot of people in administration, some alum's, and other students. I had a great conversation with the President's assistant about Toni Morrison and Truman Capote (she teaches English lit). The President had stacked various books on her coffee table. On top of the pile was The Plot Against America by Philip Roth. I wanted nothing more than to dive onto her couch with that book and not have to stand there awkwardly sipping my Diet Coke.