"mandale tutti a fanculo," Marcolino <3
It takes one very irritating week to realize just how much i love my livejounal.
so italian...while i love my teacher marco martini (who i accidently flirted with on the street...dont ask) i HATE that class because everyone knows i understand italian and i'm pretty sure they hate me for it.
the first day he kept speaking normally but in italian. i would be scared too if i had never taken/heard italian, honestly. but he was like "blah blah blah does anyone here speak italian? does anyone know what i'm saying? no? thats good because neither do i. i see where this is going; this is going to be a great class" and i started laughing because his delivery was amusing so he was like "oh! you understand?" and then he was asking me about rome and my nonna and stuff.then he announced to the class "in this class, we'll be learning italian and Ashley will teach us Roman"
for the next 2 classes, whenever he would say something in italian and ask what that meant i would be the only one who knew the answer so i answered. this was not me being like "i'm better than you" because i know i'm not. i understand almost everything but i have trouble speaking and the tenses, verbs, and gender agreements confuse me because i always have spanish in the back of my head. vocab, however, i can do and do well.
there are these 4 annoying girls who were like "um, i know gucci, armani, and gabbana!" UGHHHHHH!! who have been burning me with their eyes for 3 days and today was no different. we did work in partners and i was helping this woman with her reading, pronunciation, and translation and Marco called on her twice. the first time, i said the word correctly for her but the second time, i realized that she should learn on her own and i don't want to appear as a know-it-all because UM NOT ME.
anyway, these bitches who were like 3 feet across from me were like "omg, like, if she knows the answer, why doesn't she help her?" BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW IT. seriously, i felt my face turn red and i swear if anyone else says anything like that again or mumbles "so why is she here" again AJ is coming out--in italian.
i was so angry that i called marcolino to complain and he's awesome and made me feel better and was like "what the fuck do you care, tell them to fuck themselves--in italian--and goodnight. you'll be here soon anyway." for real! i will totally curse them out in romanaccio...that i do quite well and i dont care if Marco Martini is annoyed by it.
am i in highschool?! not even, this is stuff that should happen in grammar school. I HATE PEOPLE MY AGE. i cant believe this class is 3x a week. whatever--bring it, bitches. perche io sono italiana--DI ROMA-- ed io sono megliore di te, STRONZI.
and on that note, i'm listening to roma capoccia, trying not to cry, and looking at my pictures of the Lupo and my mini coloseo.
so italian...while i love my teacher marco martini (who i accidently flirted with on the street...dont ask) i HATE that class because everyone knows i understand italian and i'm pretty sure they hate me for it.
the first day he kept speaking normally but in italian. i would be scared too if i had never taken/heard italian, honestly. but he was like "blah blah blah does anyone here speak italian? does anyone know what i'm saying? no? thats good because neither do i. i see where this is going; this is going to be a great class" and i started laughing because his delivery was amusing so he was like "oh! you understand?" and then he was asking me about rome and my nonna and stuff.then he announced to the class "in this class, we'll be learning italian and Ashley will teach us Roman"
for the next 2 classes, whenever he would say something in italian and ask what that meant i would be the only one who knew the answer so i answered. this was not me being like "i'm better than you" because i know i'm not. i understand almost everything but i have trouble speaking and the tenses, verbs, and gender agreements confuse me because i always have spanish in the back of my head. vocab, however, i can do and do well.
there are these 4 annoying girls who were like "um, i know gucci, armani, and gabbana!" UGHHHHHH!! who have been burning me with their eyes for 3 days and today was no different. we did work in partners and i was helping this woman with her reading, pronunciation, and translation and Marco called on her twice. the first time, i said the word correctly for her but the second time, i realized that she should learn on her own and i don't want to appear as a know-it-all because UM NOT ME.
anyway, these bitches who were like 3 feet across from me were like "omg, like, if she knows the answer, why doesn't she help her?" BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW IT. seriously, i felt my face turn red and i swear if anyone else says anything like that again or mumbles "so why is she here" again AJ is coming out--in italian.
i was so angry that i called marcolino to complain and he's awesome and made me feel better and was like "what the fuck do you care, tell them to fuck themselves--in italian--and goodnight. you'll be here soon anyway." for real! i will totally curse them out in romanaccio...that i do quite well and i dont care if Marco Martini is annoyed by it.
am i in highschool?! not even, this is stuff that should happen in grammar school. I HATE PEOPLE MY AGE. i cant believe this class is 3x a week. whatever--bring it, bitches. perche io sono italiana--DI ROMA-- ed io sono megliore di te, STRONZI.
and on that note, i'm listening to roma capoccia, trying not to cry, and looking at my pictures of the Lupo and my mini coloseo.