Fourth Period Lunch

Right now I am sitting with my friends at my lunch table, during fourth period.  I had a bacchanal when I received my schedule this summer and found that I had fourth period lunch, because for the past two years I had been cursed with the dreadful seventh period lunch plague.  As I saw my sister walking into the house with the mail, I importuned her for my schedule.  Finally there was an abeyance in my nagging and she gave it to me.  At first I was chary, scared of getting seventh period lunch again.  When I saw that I had fourth period lunch, I was so maudlin.  The lucky witnesses to this monumental event said that I had brio in my eyes.  On the first day of school, I proudly walked into the cafeteria during fourth period, not having to clench my stomach with exacerbating hunger.  It was quite an aberration from what I was used to.

Summer 2008

This past summer was very eventful.  At the beginning of July I attended a Penn State Summer Study Program for three and a half weeks.  I entered my dorm on the first day and met my roommate, Rachel.  She was very gregarious, so I never felt like a pariah.  By the second night we were so close that I felt like I had known her forever.  She exhorted me to take risks, and I helped her to imbue a sense of confidence within herself.  I made so many great friends during this summer who I will never forget.

Just a couple of days after my return from Penn State, my family and I jetted off to Italy.  We traveled on a Tauck Tour, which was very organized and not at all desultory.  We traveled 

across Italy on a bus with 36 other American tourists.  We traveled to Milan, Venice, Florence, and Rome.  My father, being the epicure that he is, had a wonderful time trying out all of the Italian restaurants.  In my opinion, Venice and Rome were complete antipodes.  Venice was halcyon

 while Rome was very busy and upbeat.  One cultural difference between the United States and Italy was that every time we went to a restaurant, we had to order bottled water because the tap water in Italy is not potable.  In conclusion, I had an extremely eventful summer.