buon giorno
Monday morning I said to my sister: "November is going to be SO good!" (thinking of Jess returning, GG DVDs coming out, HP and other movies hitting the cinema, holidays = no school, etc.)
And that evening? That? Was total crap. I had been studying irregular Italian verbs the ENTIRE weekend (DAMN that stupid passato remoto no one uses anyway!!) because I had a test yesterday afternoon. > I think I didn't do too bad ...
After Italian Grammer, we had Italian Translation (with the same teacher). About 30 minutes into the class, I cried. Really badly.
At first my teacher was making fun of me because I put the accent on the wrong cyllable in a verb (I have problems with that, mainly because I often just don't hear it when someone else says it, let alone when I say it). He often does that, making fun of people and talking down to them like they're the biggest morrons ever, not just with accents, but generally when you do something wrong. And not just with me. Anyway, after I gave him my translation (which was fine, except for a preposition) he asked me a question. I couldn't answer it and he practically started yelling. He told me, if I didn't know the answer to such a question, I was in the wrong place and could might as well stop studying all together.
That's where I just couldn't take it any longer. I broke down.
I was so mad at my teacher but I was even more mad at myself for crying. I had thought I was over that by now. Guess not. I felt so weak and stupid. I knew I shouldn't let him take me down but I couldn't help it.
As it turned out later, no one in my class knew the answer (except for the Italian exchange students).
I saw one of the Rory/Jess scenes on the tvguide website. I should really learn to control myself. <3 Jess
HAVE FUN WATCHING, YOU FELLOW JESS-OBSESSED FLIST!
And that evening? That? Was total crap. I had been studying irregular Italian verbs the ENTIRE weekend (DAMN that stupid passato remoto no one uses anyway!!) because I had a test yesterday afternoon. > I think I didn't do too bad ...
After Italian Grammer, we had Italian Translation (with the same teacher). About 30 minutes into the class, I cried. Really badly.
At first my teacher was making fun of me because I put the accent on the wrong cyllable in a verb (I have problems with that, mainly because I often just don't hear it when someone else says it, let alone when I say it). He often does that, making fun of people and talking down to them like they're the biggest morrons ever, not just with accents, but generally when you do something wrong. And not just with me. Anyway, after I gave him my translation (which was fine, except for a preposition) he asked me a question. I couldn't answer it and he practically started yelling. He told me, if I didn't know the answer to such a question, I was in the wrong place and could might as well stop studying all together.
That's where I just couldn't take it any longer. I broke down.
I was so mad at my teacher but I was even more mad at myself for crying. I had thought I was over that by now. Guess not. I felt so weak and stupid. I knew I shouldn't let him take me down but I couldn't help it.
As it turned out later, no one in my class knew the answer (except for the Italian exchange students).
I saw one of the Rory/Jess scenes on the tvguide website. I should really learn to control myself. <3 Jess
HAVE FUN WATCHING, YOU FELLOW JESS-OBSESSED FLIST!