Last night we had our first Italian class with our new teacher. The first class of the term was supposed to be a week ago, but wires got crossed between the teacher and the school, so we were delayed a week. After meeting our new teacher, I think we'll wish we had a few extra weeks for this class...
She's a native of Venezia (that's Venice to you non-Italian speakers out there), and speaks a million miles an hour. Or at least that's what it felt like last night. She's also forbidden the use of English in the classroom. In principle, I think that's great - immersion at this point will be helpful - but what if we have a particularly challenging grammar question for which we just don't know the Italian words? I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
For now, we just know we'll be utterly exhuasted when we walk out of class each week, having just spent the previous two hours staring intently at our teacher's face as she speaks Italian like an auctioneer. It will be a good challenge, but it'll be a tiring one.
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