Birthdays and Green Passes

I don't know where to start. I have so much to tell you. I do a lot of things and they're all really great. So let me begin: on Sunday, December 19, I went to Pope Francis's birthday party. They told me I had to sit still and stay in my seat, and I did. Then he said hello and called me over and we hugged. I told him he's wonderful and I love him, that I'm doing well at school, and that pretty soon, on January 1st, I'm turning 18 and I'm having my party at a nightclub. And I'm so happy about it. I'm inviting whoever I want. And I'm the one making the calls and sending the messages. I'm really excited because it's my party and it's going to be exactly how I want it. Pope Francis's party was nice too. We sang "Happy Birthday" and someone stuck their finger in the cake and ate some frosting, but Pope Francis told them to do it. I didn't though. The pizza was really good. I had two slices. Excellent! And there was water to drink. At my birthday party there's also pasta and cake. But you can only come if you have your green pass. The nightclub is near Piramide, where the Ostiense Station is—that's where the trains arrive. I'm super excited that my friend Sara is coming, all the way from Montevarchi. She's coming with her mom Anna, her dad Tommaso, her sister Elisabetta, and most importantly her really handsome brother Giacomo, who I call Jack. Then my classmates are coming. And others too. Someone told me it's outside Rome because it's January 1st and it's a holiday. But I want to have my party on my actual birthday. And I'm turning 18. School breaks are coming up soon too. Actually I haven't been going for a while now because the school's occupied—it's self-managed. That means we talk and there are no teachers and I don't do homework. And then I stay home. I still go to the gym but I have more fun playing soccer, even though I'm the only girl left on my AS Roma team. But honestly I don't care at all. I do the same training and play in the games anyway.