Day 3

Day 3

What’s ironic is that I was literally telling Morgan yesterday how I am paranoid of my alarm not going off, me sleeping through the alarm, and alarm issues in general. And what do you know, I didn’t hear my alarm clock go off, instead I received a lovely wake up call from Dr. Anderson. I think Dr. Anderson likes me enough to write me a recommendation, but after this late morning call, I’m not sure. Goal: get back in his good graces. But then again, it’s hard to actually tell his emotions. He is such a serious fellow that when he cracks jokes and sarcasm lets loose I can’t tell if he is doing it to be mean or trying to make the class laugh. I’ll keep you updated.

And because I was late I missed my chance to sign up to visit a secret Italian military base that was also covered up by the CIA and now they are exposing themselves to the rest of the world. Dang.

We had a long day of classes today. And we started Italian.* I took Latin in high school because no one speaks it. Our teacher speaks all in Italian and we are expected to pick it up pronto. That’s not really how my brain works. I cannot retain information when it is spoken to me, I’m more of a visual learner. When I was taking notes I didn’t even write the actual word because I knew I wasn’t going to understand it when I referred back to them. Instead I just wrote the pronunciations.

For example: me key-a-mo Katrina (My name is Katrina)**

After my brain was emotionally raped from this first class, I needed gelato fast. So I got some and it way delicious.

During the day I also worked on a photo assignment. We had to get three good pictures of people showing their emotions and doing some sort of action. This was one of the most awkward assignments ever. Because I still can't speak Italian, I couldn't go up to the people and ask to take their picture and explain it was for an assignment, so you had to be sneaky and awkward instead. 

For the two boys eating gelato, I had another student stand kind near them so it wouldn't look too creeperish.

The old man picture is my favorite. I pointed to my camera and said "may I" in Italian. They said yes and you can certainly tell some of them are posing. Old men are so cute.  

Then of course after every awkward photo where the talent looked at me, I would snap some random shots of the buildings to play cool. I think my strategy worked.

After I took the picture with the boy and his dad, the father looked at me and moved his child away from the camera. I wanted to tell him sorry I don't want you to be freaked out!***

*Aka the bane of my existence 

**I would give you more examples but I can't remember them and I am too lazy to get my notebook.

***This picture was really adorable, but I forgot to submit it and chose another photo instead.