MY FIRST DAYS IN PERUGIA

It’s been over a week since I first came here, and my studies at the University for Foreigners just started two days ago.
I remember that when the bus we took from Rome’s airport arrived here, upon seeing nobody out in the streets, my first impression was that Perugia must be a dead city. It was beautiful of course, but dead empty. No car, no people, just silence. But then I found out that it is because on Sunday, people here just rest and don’t usually go out. But on Friday and Saturday, people flock the piazza until past midnight---so crowded that it is impossible for any car to pass the city centre.
My first week revolved around trying to get rid of the jetlag effects and deal with the registration/enrolment procedures—which involved preparing lots of documents and standing in a long queue. And oh, the placement test too… on the third day of my arrival. I did not bring any book here so I did not study at all for it. And on that day, I was not feeling so well. To make things worse, there was a Korean student sitting behind me, reading each question with a loud voice and ruining my concentration (which was already distracted by fatigue). I wanted so bad to turn to him and yell, ‘silenzio!’, but I changed my mind for not wanting to make any enemy. There were around 5 sets of questions, which increased in difficulties, and the students should stop when they found it too difficult to do. I stopped at the fourth, which consisted of a passage, and then the students should paraphrase it. Sadly, it should be my strong points, because I love writing so much. I understood the text completely, but the words just did not come to me, and my head started to spin. So I just gave my answer sheet to one of the supervisors and then came back around an hour later to have my result and a short interview. The funny thing was, every time the supervisors called out a Chinese name and nobody raised hand, they always came to me, stared me into the eyes and called the name once again, and I had to shake my head a lot.
There are 6 levels of the Italian courses here (ranging from the lowest to the highest): A1, A2, B1, B2, C1, C2. They told me that I made it to B2 and then asked me to go enroll myself to the secretariat, where all other students also went.
Rather than spending much time in a long line, I decided to look for the office of Prof. Silvestrini, the director of the university slash a good friend of my previous Italian professor, Prof. Contardi, as he had suggested before, to just say hi and present myself as his ex-student. He was very friendly and said I could come to him whenever I needed help. He was kind of expecting that I would go to C1, but I said that the fourth set of questions was too hard for me and I did not finish it. He put me in his class and said that I might skip the next level (C1) and go directly to C2 (which lasts for 6 months), so by the time my scholarship period ends, I will have completed all levels and get my diploma.
After talking with Prof. Silvestrini, I went back to the secretariat where the line was still long, though had became a lot shorter than before. I stood there for a while, thinking that I might faint anytime, cos my head started to spin again. Luckily he appeared and without saying anything, snatched all the documents I was holding, went inside the secretariat, and came back 5 minutes later, beckoning at me to leave the line and follow him to his office once again, where he handed me my student card---all ready in less than 5 minutes! (wow, talk about power!).
There are 30 students in my class, 11 of them are Chinese—which I thought too many at first, expecting a more international class. But apparently I am luckier than Betty, who becomes one out of three non Chinese students in her class. And even Mehdi, my Afghan friend, said that he was once in a class where all other students were Chinese. Well, knowing that, I am really happy with my class, where there are also students from Germany, Cyprus, Brazil, Venezuela, Czech, Australia, Spain, Korea and Japan. On my first day, I struck my first conversation with the Czech girl and Australian boy (all in Italian—proud proud! ;), and then a Japanese girl sat beside me, pointing at my Batik gown and said that her sister loved that kind of clothing. Today, the second day, a Chinese young girl intentionally moved from her seat to sit next to me. And then, after a brief greeting, she said, “Yesterday when you introduced yourself to the class, I don’t know why, but I instantly liked you, because you seemed so sweet.” – I was so touched by her words, esp because I don’t think I’m sweet when I’m nervous!
So after all, my first days are not so rough… in fact, they went smoothly. I even got a chance to be visited by my friends (one of them I had not seen for three years!) and to travel to nearby cities (Assisi and Florence) on my first weekend in Italy. The most challenging things are the weather (which I still find too cold for me—even when there’s sun!—I always wonder how come a sunny day can still feel cold), and the winding, up and down, all similar alleys/roads. I often find myself panting, esp when dragging grocery bags. And I keep getting lost….and maps are no help at all because I can’t read them!

But umm… other than that… I’m really fine… and so thankful for facebook and skype—which allows me to connect with my family and beloved friends back home.

Buona notte!