Ballate, sciemie, BALLATE!!!!
So the new Italian consul came to my Italian class yesterday. I have to say it was one of the most awkward moments of my entire life. Apart from the prof, I was the only one in the class that was able to carry on a normal conversation with him in Italian. The head of FHIS accompanied the consul to my class and when the consul asked why I wasn't in a second-year Italian class, I told him that deptarment forced me to take 101 and the head's face was so FUCKING RED!!!!! w00t for embarassing department heads in front of foreign diplomats!!!! After about 15 mins of meet and greet, the consul started making his way to the door when my prof stopped him and informed him that the class had prepared a small presentation for him. By presentation she meant a half-assed skit that she had made yours truly prepare in the first couple minutes of class. I felt like I was in third grade again. Since when do university language students have to do skits for guests?! Dance, monkey, DANCE!