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Today, after three sick days off, I returned to school to find we were leaving our classroom for the first time for anything except physical education.
During our Latin period, my class went on a trip to a library near the school. Here a man talked to us for about an hour about some old books he had, which at first I didn't find interesting, but after finding out about how all the paper was made from parts of animal skin and bones, and one scroll he had was 2000 years old, I must say I was a lot more impressed.
This stuff makes me realise how amazing Italian history is and how young everything in New Zealand is.
I have now picked up an extra Italian course which runs at my school twice a week, so with three lessons in the city I have been finally forced to use public transport - the tram and the train, both quite different from catching a school bus.
I got the route sussed pretty fast, but I still cringe and stumble every time I try to buy my ticket. During my first train ride I spent a good 10 minutes trying to figure out how to scan my ticket when luckily a lovely man took pity on me and showed me that the whole time I was attempting to scan it on the box for a completely different train. I turned up at school on another day and nobody in my class was there.
This threw me into panic mode, but thank God, another boy showed up and nobody had told him our class didn't start until the second period; this isn't the first time nobody has bothered to tell me we start or finish school at different times.
The rest of my time has been filled spending time with my family and friends.
For the first time I was invited around to a friend's house for lunch, where we ate, gossiped and spent time on Facebook, exactly like what I would do with friends back home, and I was told that I was welcome to stay any time - a really simple thing, but being here it seemed so much more special and meant so much to me.
The Timaru Herald