Buongiorno principessa!
Good morning princess!
So in English we're watching a movie called La Vita รจ Bella, which in English means Life is Beautiful. It has the most emotionally-attaching storyline, and it is, evidently, entirely in Italian. (Of course we have English subtitles).
Watching this movie has re-awakened (for the gazillionth time) my passion for the Italian language. I find the words so beautiful to pronounce and the accent just adorable! Especially from an eight year old boy.
Now every other time I get interested in learning Italian I tended to end up doing nothing about it... But this time, something stuck and thanks to the help of my linguistic friend [Tenuto Tuo] I now have CDs and a PDF file devoted to learning Italian! I actually haven't sat down and started the exercises and everything yet because I'm too hyped! Instead, I'm just skim reading and literally squealing with excitement whenever I come across certain topics or words... Don't judge me! I loves me some Italian!
Parla inglese? Of course you speak English. Unless you're Italian... ZOMG! If I had an Italian reader on here that would make my day...
Buonasera signore/signora/signorina! Grazie grazie!
Alright alright... I promise I won't talk in Italian... For the rest of this blog! :D
So, life took a bit of a turn for the worst on Thursday as [Carl] and I had a heated discussion at lunch. I'm not going to go into details, but it didn't end well at all. I held my own all through those hell-ish 40 minutes, but when I went down to my lockers and my dearest husband saw me, asked if I was okay, and hugged me; the tears came out of nowhere.
I didn't expect it at all! But it ended up being that instead of going to the first half of Maths, I spent the time with three of my girl friends and [Tenuto Tuo] explaining the situation and discussing options and what I should or shouldn't do. Thank goodness the Maths classes ended up being combined and were only watching Hot Rod, while the teacher's marked exams.
In the end, they suggested I go speak with one of the teachers I shall refer to as [Stirrer]. I give him this name because he stirs a lot of people up. For instance, inviting ex-teachers to our school formal because he needs 'buddies' to hang out with, even though he is bringing his girlfriend with him. This also means that the current teachers who took over their positions, feel uncomfortable with the idea of them being there. He also likes to stir up trouble with [Noodleton] out of dislike. Though the dislike between those two teachers is incredibly entertaining.
Anywho, I feel uncomfortable with the idea of talking to [Stirrer] because he has never taught me. I think he's said a total of two things to me. I can only remember one which was "[Miss Invisible], you really need to learn some breathing exercises or something", which was in reference to me hyperventilating and half growling at my Biology assignment.
Even when I'm in the room with all the other Year 12s, I never really get noticed or even looked at. He's always seeking out his own class to talk too, which in some ways it's fair enough! But yeah... I've never talked to him. Ever.
So for my friends to turn around and say that he's the best one to go too, I have my doubts but I can also see where they're coming from. There is absolutely no other teacher in the school I would dare go talk too due to multiple reasons depending on the teacher; and, from what I've heard, [Stirrer] has pretty much been through everything that is humanly possible for a teenager to experience. But yeah... I don't know. We'll see what I do.
Meanwhile... I shall be going to my school formal this very Sunday (not tomorrow) with [Carl] and dammit I'll have a good time! This is MY night, and although I don't exactly want my partner to be there; I'll work things out.
Pretty sure I should end the blog post here. I can't think of anything else to say, except to rant on more about Italian. I promised not to say anything more on it so I won't... >.<
P.S. Yes... My formatting failed again, so everything is highlighted in grey. I still don't know how to fix it!
~Learning Italian while listening to a Portuguese singer... Cause I'm a cool kid!~
Good morning princess!
So in English we're watching a movie called La Vita รจ Bella, which in English means Life is Beautiful. It has the most emotionally-attaching storyline, and it is, evidently, entirely in Italian. (Of course we have English subtitles).
Watching this movie has re-awakened (for the gazillionth time) my passion for the Italian language. I find the words so beautiful to pronounce and the accent just adorable! Especially from an eight year old boy.
Now every other time I get interested in learning Italian I tended to end up doing nothing about it... But this time, something stuck and thanks to the help of my linguistic friend [Tenuto Tuo] I now have CDs and a PDF file devoted to learning Italian! I actually haven't sat down and started the exercises and everything yet because I'm too hyped! Instead, I'm just skim reading and literally squealing with excitement whenever I come across certain topics or words... Don't judge me! I loves me some Italian!
Parla inglese? Of course you speak English. Unless you're Italian... ZOMG! If I had an Italian reader on here that would make my day...
Buonasera signore/signora/signorina! Grazie grazie!
Alright alright... I promise I won't talk in Italian... For the rest of this blog! :D
So, life took a bit of a turn for the worst on Thursday as [Carl] and I had a heated discussion at lunch. I'm not going to go into details, but it didn't end well at all. I held my own all through those hell-ish 40 minutes, but when I went down to my lockers and my dearest husband saw me, asked if I was okay, and hugged me; the tears came out of nowhere.
I didn't expect it at all! But it ended up being that instead of going to the first half of Maths, I spent the time with three of my girl friends and [Tenuto Tuo] explaining the situation and discussing options and what I should or shouldn't do. Thank goodness the Maths classes ended up being combined and were only watching Hot Rod, while the teacher's marked exams.
In the end, they suggested I go speak with one of the teachers I shall refer to as [Stirrer]. I give him this name because he stirs a lot of people up. For instance, inviting ex-teachers to our school formal because he needs 'buddies' to hang out with, even though he is bringing his girlfriend with him. This also means that the current teachers who took over their positions, feel uncomfortable with the idea of them being there. He also likes to stir up trouble with [Noodleton] out of dislike. Though the dislike between those two teachers is incredibly entertaining.
Anywho, I feel uncomfortable with the idea of talking to [Stirrer] because he has never taught me. I think he's said a total of two things to me. I can only remember one which was "[Miss Invisible], you really need to learn some breathing exercises or something", which was in reference to me hyperventilating and half growling at my Biology assignment.
Even when I'm in the room with all the other Year 12s, I never really get noticed or even looked at. He's always seeking out his own class to talk too, which in some ways it's fair enough! But yeah... I've never talked to him. Ever.
So for my friends to turn around and say that he's the best one to go too, I have my doubts but I can also see where they're coming from. There is absolutely no other teacher in the school I would dare go talk too due to multiple reasons depending on the teacher; and, from what I've heard, [Stirrer] has pretty much been through everything that is humanly possible for a teenager to experience. But yeah... I don't know. We'll see what I do.
Meanwhile... I shall be going to my school formal this very Sunday (not tomorrow) with [Carl] and dammit I'll have a good time! This is MY night, and although I don't exactly want my partner to be there; I'll work things out.
Pretty sure I should end the blog post here. I can't think of anything else to say, except to rant on more about Italian. I promised not to say anything more on it so I won't... >.<
P.S. Yes... My formatting failed again, so everything is highlighted in grey. I still don't know how to fix it!
~Learning Italian while listening to a Portuguese singer... Cause I'm a cool kid!~
