Dropping a class..It happens

So the day began with an 8:00 am wake up call. After having searched the city with mama D, papa D, Baby A and myself, yesterday, searching for classes, I was set and ready to go on my way to Via San Gallo. I arrived at Ceramics for beginners at approximately 9:00 am. About 37 seconds into the class I realized it just wasn't for me. It might have had something to do with the zero art experience I have, the 9 hour a week field work or the many friday "artsy fridays" I must attend instead of traveling, or it might have been the outrageous EUROS that were expected of me during the next week..And if none of those things, it was definitely the fact that during the 6 hour class I only have a 9 and a half minute break... Either way I got the hell out of there at first chance. 


I walked into my apartment at approximately 9:08 to find Dan passed out on our futon, recovering from sunday wine night.. After explaining to my roommates and Dan about my horrific experience, he decided he was going to drop his 6 hour drawing class as well. I mean, why on earth wouldn't you? 


And so We were off to walk across the city to add/drop our class. We walked about a half hour only to be told me were at the wrong building. Once we got to the right building and waited in line, and checked our emails and waited in line again, we were told to go back to the first building. We did just that where we met a pleasant Italian. She had an american Accent, wore abercrombie and was using an Iphone, but yeah, shes definitely Italian. When I asked if she was American she said "No, I just went to K-12 there".. she's 24. So once we finished with miss happy go lucky we were all set.. well at least I was.. Dan will have to wait till tomorrow at 9..