Happy Monday, for those who enjoy torture...

So it's Monday in the glorious land of Italia! Yet unfortunately I can't seem to muster up the enthusiasm needed for it. What's my problem? "My god, you're in Italy!" one might say. Well, it's complicated...

I'm on a trip with roughly fifteen brain-cell challenged individuals. And I use "individual" quite loosely.

I'm finding myself in a prickly situation. I try to not say "hate" when referring to anything because obviously most people are dynamic and are willing to change opinions at some point in time, but good night in the sky, why are people so ridiculous? I'm on this trip with roughly twenty young adults, if not full-grown men and women and no one understands the concepts revolving around respect, hard-work and the one I enjoy the most, keeping your damn mouth shut. I don't think I have any animalistic tendencies, at least not before this trip. So why do I keep wanting to snarl at people who ask me to do things for them?

I think it's just the stress of being in school in a foreign country where I can't escape any of the people I don't like. Which is a surprising number. Unless you know me.