hm, yeah. just spent the first two hours of class going around and being inteviewed for fake jobs on farms, and giving interviews to other students. was all in italian, of course, and i must say that i did very well, held my own for sure, gave some intelligent and intriguing answers and asked rather probing questions. however, now the professor (one of those poor saps who can't get any feedback on his own accord so he does the dreaded calling-on-people-who-don't-want-to-talk-and-infact-have-their-head-down-for-just-that-reason thing) and is making us go around the room and reiterate to the whole class why so-and-so makes a god candidate for "the position" and i am just not into that. speaking in small groups is one thing, a rather large leap from when i couldnt even speak to one person for anything other than asking for a coffee. but i am not about to speak in front of the whole class. not yet. i am drawing the line. so i split and came to the computer lab. i got up, and my friend thomas, who totally knows whats up, said, "go, go, i'll cover for you". love the boys.
came to class today and my friend gabriele said, "did you go to the beach this weekend?" and i said, "nooo, i went to alto adige!". he replied, "only an american could get a sun tan in alto adige". so true. ill write about that asap. one of the most amazing experiences fo my entire life. pierpaolo...mmmm...