OK...so I started my last two classes towards my Bachelors (wahoo!) today. We should have started on Tuesday, but the Northeast was hit by still another snow storm (and there's one for tonight into tomorrow...yippee...not).
Anyway, as I expected, I am not only older than my classmates, but I am older than my professors. Golly, it just gives me such a warm-all-over good feeling...ahem! So the writing class should be very interesting because we're not only reading fiction (short stories), but we will be writing our own. The professor took roll call and ask us to provide him with nicknames, if possible. So, of course, I told him that he could address me as "Xena" (as in "Warrior Princess"). He thought that was great, so the old broad by the window will now be Xena, and the kid next to her is "Killer." Most of the kids didn't have nicknames or were too shy to reveal them...ah youth!
The class right after that is Italian 101...that's beginning Italian...although you would have never known that by the professor who spoke fluent Italian as she was telling us what we were going to be doing for the class. She was born in Florence, Italy. Oh my god, oh my god... The funny thing is that there were things we could pick up. Some of us had taken Spanish or have Spanish or Italian in our families. Of course, I took Spanish the year Columbus (an Italian) sailed his boats for Queen Isabella (Spanish queen). Coupled with my mother's voice in fractured remnants of the Italian dialect that she and my father spoke, my Spanish 101 is giving me agita! This is going to be a very tough 16 weeks. But, I am determined to learn my ancestor's native tongue.
So, I will provide updates via whining additions...stay tuned...Ciao!
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