I spent my junior year abroad in Italy, directly enrolled at the University of Bologna. It’s the place where, in many ways, I became an adult: I was living outside of the U.S. for the first time; I was fully responsible for my housing and finances; I turned twenty-one.
In Bologna, especially at the beginning, I felt like an outsider acting with only partial knowledge of any given situation. It was the same when it came to my coursework. I was studying archeology and learning that most of what survives from antiquity is either fragmented, displaced, or lacking full context.
