Stuff and Such

Just got done with my first week of classes. (No class on Fridays, ever because they want to “promote travel”) Mondays I only have one class: History of Fashion in Film. Glorious. We watch movies or clips of movies and discuss the impact of film on society. Next week we’re watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. This class is the dream. Francesca is everything I need in an Italian professor: Black cardigan tucked into high wasted black skinny-jeans pulled over espresso brown cowgirl boots. She wears this coiled metal ring with a dangling pearl that clicks every time she makes a beckoning motion “how you say, how you say…” every thirty seconds because she barely knows English. I’m in love. Tuesdays/Thursdays I have Italian, in a building across town, carelessly walk past ‘Squalla’ every time because it looks deceivingly like an apartment complex. Struggling through Italian as you can imagine, pronouncing everything with a Spanish accent. Whenever I have to read in class I just smile after, until Leonardo, my prof forgives me because I’m adorable and he knows it. Tuesday evenings I have Culture Shock: Cross-Cultural psychology—Francisco is a delightful old man who believes it is the professors’ fault if students fail. Francisco and I are in the same lane, so that's nice. Wednesdays I have Love, Sex and Marriage in Renascence Italy. It’s An Art History/History class. I’m getting Gustavus credit, fulfilling history pre-1800’s credit or something (just a bonus, I'd take this class either way, secretly SO interesting). Martina is straight out of the early sixties, harsh bangs, pixie cut, adorable laugh. Toward the end of class I couldn't tell if I was watching a lecture or an episode of: Love, American Style. Either way, I'm in.