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It’s a curious thing to learn a language. At the beginning, you start out almost trapped in the stages of infancy, struggling to announce even your existence (Sono una ragazza) and clinging desperately to the phrases you can easily wrap your clumsy American tongue around (Mi piace leggere). Then you slowly start to be able to express your emotions, doubts, and dreams (Non volevo che Trump vincesse le elezioni).

Complete shock. Disbelief. Fear. Helplessness. On November 9th, my roommate woke me up at 6:00am to tell me that Donald Trump was winning the general election over Hillary Clinton. Though election day had ended in Morocco, votes were still being counted in the US.

These past two weekends have been a little hectic!