Dear Diary,

 It’s 1^st February 2016, it isn’t a Monday like all others because today going to school will be very boring and sad. My class now is in Dublin for a linguistic stage, indeed I’m here in Italy! I haven’t been able to go with them because they left yesterday morning when I was taking in a figure-skating competition.

 As every morning the alarm clock rings and I think: “What the hell, it’s already time to get up!". This morning I struggle to get up because yesterday I went back home late and the only thing that I really want now is staying in bed! I know, I can’t and so I get out of bed to go to school.

 I choose what to wear in my wardrobe and then I go to the bathroom to get ready, in the meantime I think about Giorgia who will be still sleeping.

Just dressed and with make-up on, I check the time and I realize I'm damnly late.

I’m sure I’ll lose the bus, so I ran as fast as possible and I go down to have breakfast at lightning speed. I catch the schoolbag and run out. Today it's cold and cloudy but I think it’s better than Dublin, so I have nothing to complain about.

I arrive at the bus stop and without Giorgia it’s very strange because every morning I use to walk a long way with her.

At 8.10 I arrive at school and I find Alessandra near the entrance, I wait for her and together we go into our class when the bell rings.

Just entered that empty room my thoughts fly to Ireland, we want to know everything. How was their flight? How were they welcomed into their “new families”?

School is boring and to pass the time we do our homework.

Around 11 o’clock I get a text message. It’s our friends! Alessandra and I start asking them several questions. We are curious about their impressions and to be honest I'm a bit sad for not sharing this new experience with my classmates but also because I miss them a lot.

 After some time, we say goodbye to them because their break is over.

At 13.20 the bell rings and we finally go home. Hunger comes over me and I’m looking forward to eat a dish of pasta so I want to get back home as soon as possible. I get into the bus and I sit alone, and since there isn’t Giorgia to talk to, I decide to listen to music.

The bus route seems endless but then I get off and I go home. Immediately I run to the kitchen and I find the pasta on the table. Poor guys! Who knows what food they eat.

I finish my much lunch and given that I have no homework, I decide to stay on the sofa until I can. Hours pass quickly and evening comes. As usual I go to my training and there I meet my friends. Before starting we gossip. The coach, as always, calls us to order because we are really chatty. The clock strikes 10 pm, but skates are still at our feet, later the coach let us go.

I run to the changing room and I pick up the phone, I note there are lots of messages from our Dubliners’ friends. They are having a good time and they tell us everything in detail, I’m very happy for them even if I really mind not to being with them.

At home, after having a shower, I go to bed because I'm bore-tired, I go under the covers and I start laughing alone for what Giorgia has told me. She is very sensitive to the cold and in Dublin she sleeps with pyjamas, socks, a sweatshirt of pile and also with her overcoat on the cover, as if she were at the North Pole!

Stop! Time to sleep, otherwise tomorrow I won’t be able gerly!