We've had another spat over high school. I want to take Italian and move back to Italy to home school, and spend my days wandering those deliciously silent streets of Venice. But Mom purses her lips and says that she won't "narrow my horizons" like that, that I'll get a better degree if I stay here. She says I have to see the "light at the end of the tunnel." I can see a light alright, but I might have to walk into it before the four years are up. She keeps talking about rights of passage and persevering. I just don't know if I can survive this.
I hate the people here. The teachers are stupid and the kids are mean or frivolous or both. I have only one true friend and I barely see her. I need to leave and I can't wait for three more years. These day all I can think is "I want to go home, I want to go home."
Even when I am home.