I may be smiling on the outside, but...

Take a good look at this face. Before long it'll be at Copley's West 9th with Gianluca (my good Italian friend/ex-roommate/self-appointed scholarship coordinator) and Raffa (his Italian on-again-off-again girlfriend). This face will force him to tell me what the heck the deal is with this stupid scholarship. It may be smiling sweetly right now, but it is prepared to get tough. Because personally, I think he's dragging his feet to tell me that I'm not going. And you know what? It would not be the end of the world. I mean, think about it. I could actually settle down a little, date someone without worrying that I'll be leaving shortly, maybe go back to school, get involved in some local organizations, etc. I'd be fine. I'd just like to know. Now, look at that face and tell me honestly that it's asking too much.