Art school FTW

So guys, I've just been accepted to an art school. The name of the school I will leave out, because 1. I think it's illegal, and 2. I don't really want you guys finding my school and gunning everyone down. Not that you would do that, right?

So, today I went to go get registered, and my mom and I ended up going to the wrong room. We went to the guidance office instead of the front desk. So we get there, and the lady was like "So when would you like your appointment to be?" And we were kinda like "Urm...We had an appointment already." For some reason this lady was really hard of hearing. And she was like, "What?" And then we repeated and then she was like "OH! You need to go down the hallway to the front desk."

So we get to the front desk and the head secretary kind of looked like Leonard's Ex-Girlfriend from the Big Bang Theory (Not penny, the other one) And she took one look at us and was like, "Ex-enedra?" And my mom and I were like, "No, XCenedra. Su-Ned-Ra." And then Leonard's Ex-girlfriend was like, "Same thing."

So once the principal was done with the first client, we were let in, and she was one of the nicest ladies ever. So much cooler than my last principal. (He was a bit of a grump, and he liked to swear and use old street slang during assemblies.)

We talked about my grades, and she said that they were really good, and that  I'm definitely in.

I asked her about the electives for classes, and she gave me a list. And I found out that I can take Italian. And  I figured out why *they* specifically taught Italian, and that's because the school is located in a very Italian part of town.

So, when I become fluent, I will be able to communicate in Italian to old Italian ladies and talking about "The old country" and such. And maybe go to Italy...And talk to some more old ladies.

~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)