Class Today

So, with reference to the talk-for-a-minute-in-Italian assignment that we just had, let me just say that reading a two-paged single-spaced typed paper does not meet the critera as far as *I* am concerned. M. had better be glad that *I* am not his teacher. I would be willing to bet money that he didn’t write what he read…

Mine went well. I talked for a minute and a half about Lucca. I made a mild joke at the end and the class laughed so they obviously understood what I said. 

It was interesting what each person chose to talk about. M. read a paper about the development of Italy up to time of Mussolini. His wife, S, read a paper about her family in Italy which would have been quite interesting if she had not talked into the paper she was reading. The other man in the class talked about the Italians’ non-violent demonstrations in resistance to the war in Iraq and J-known-as-I talked about the treatment of unmarried mothers in Italy before the regime of the fascists. J talked about her visit to the Uffizi art museum and S gave a very interesting talk about a woman who is a cook, a consultant and a writer who wrote three books about Italy. It was interesting to hear her talk because she was obviously constructing her sentences as she went along. Occasionally she had to stop to check on her note sheet for a word she had forgotten but it was obvious that she is reasonably fluent in Italian. I enjoyed her talk which was about two minutes because I could actually understand the majority of it. Homework tomorrow is to flesh out in detail the plan I wrote for teaching the fourth graders how to count in Italian.
I am seriously annoyed about the hair cut I had a couple of weeks ago. She didn’t cut off enough and so now, two weeks later, the top is flopping around again instead of sticking up. I should have been more specific. When I said short, I meant an inch on the top.
I hear clattering sounds and good smells coming from the kitchen so time to eat…
Are you noticing that the countdown thingy at the bottom has moved down to five months before I go to Italy?

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Ci vedo dopo…. see you later…