Italian, German or, after all, Brazilian?

One more semester of school is over. The third semester. I've never been so happy to finish a season of studies. It was a very difficult period. I don’t know why. Maybe I didn’t adapt myself to the new city yet. Blumenau is very different from Ascurra. I miss a lot Ascurra. Of course Blumenau is better in several respects, for example, here is all: supermarket, pharmacy, shops, my college and my job. But it's hard to be surrounded of German nationality when I grew with the Italian dialect. And I'm not talking about the accent. People are very different. In Ascurra everyone knows each other. You go out in the street and talk with many people. You can leave your house with your gate open. You know even the dogs in your whole neighborhood. You can speak with “R or L pulled” (how we say, like Spanish people) and nobody will make fun this. I felt very safe there and when I moved to Blumenau many things changed. It’s very strange to me walking down the street and don’t have anyone to talk to.

Now things are getting better. I already know the drivers and conductors of buses. I always gave a good morning to board in the bus and now they look at me already waiting my good morning. And there's also the janitor. Sometimes, in the morning, I find him cleaning the lobby of the building.

At college the things wasn’t good. I didn’t like some teachers and some subjects. And about the oral presentation, thank you for your good wishes, I was really happy with your comments! My score was 10. 
Because of the college I disappeared from the blog. All the teachers were crazy and gave us a lot of homework. One of this was a business plan. In a team of four, we had to create the organizational part, financial, human resources, marketing, strategic analysis and competition from a company that we had to create. So we create an Italian delivery food called NonnaMangiare. It was so hard.

I never felt disheartened before. I had studied about it and I thought it was something like dismay. But it is somewhat different. What's worse: I don’t know why. What makes me happy now is get home, lie down with my boyfriend and my guinea pigs to watch novel. Maybe it was because in recent days I've had so many homework and tests that have left me very stressed. Or it’s age. Friday is my nineteenth birthday. And what's the best? Brazil will play Friday because of the World Cup, that’s why I'll leave my job three hours before. I can go home. I can go to Ascurra.

This is the video we did! Who speaks here is my two 

grandmothers and my boyfriend's grandfather

in our Italian dialect