01/18/10

Some of the door ways are barely six feet tall.

Last night was the first time I got a little homesick.

I like my Italian teacher. We learned the alphabet, greetings, and nationalities. The class moves fast. She said after the midterm she’d only speak in Italian, but she taught us phrases to ask, like “Como se dice…?” How do you say…? Grace, Hsuan Hsuan, and I are the closest to school and we were the last ones there this morning. We ran. Haha. How does that happen? I need to get breakfast food and get more cash out. I came back for lunch and made tea and fried a tortilla with burro (butter), rosemary and basil. They call tortillas piadinas I think. Cheap lunch. I found a banana in the fridge I think my mom gave me before I left. So I’ll take that for a snack. Thanks, mom. 

Painting is at 13:00. We use military time here. I think a lot of the girls are switching into the class. I hope it’s more of an independent study because most of the girls aren’t art majors.

….I stopped by my apartment from painting class. We just drew today to warm-up, which was fine because I’m rusty. Our professor speaks a little English but has translators helping her. She’s really nice. We have the class in the fine arts academy. Some other students (graduate, probably, or maybe seniors) came in and watched us draw. No pressure. We’re only in the birth country of Raphael and Michelangelo. Ugh. I wanted to stay longer and at the same time I couldn’t wait to get out of there. We just did timed still life drawings the whole time. Nothing new, but I hadn’t felt that out of place in a drawing class for a long time.