Italiani Pazzi

Happy Halloween! I love Halloween. This weekend, I'm celebrating the pagan holiday by burning crosses and worshiping the dark lord while playing with a oigi board. Actually, I'm going to an SYR dressed as Marilyn Munroe. Look for pictures to come in my photobucket. They should be fantastic.

I've only been back from fall break for a week, but it feels like much longer. I guess it's because I'm always so busy, I had some Mike Peterson Show shoots this week, which means I'm in next week's show. Everyone should watch the show next week. I'm not even kidding. It's the Halloween special and it's the funniest one yet. It's freakin' amazing! It's on every day next week starting Monday at 4 and 8 on channel 14. Watch it or you're not allowed to be my friend anymore.

Italian class has been especially interesting lately. We're learning the difference between the imperfect verb tense and past participle tense. Carolina, the crazy Polish teacher who doesn't speak much English decided the best way to teach this would be by changing a story from the present to the past. Sounds reasonable enough. This little excercise started out with her holding up pictures of the story and asking us to describe them. Now, I think I should really start wearing my contacts, because when I looked at this picture, all I saw were 3 pink jelly beans walking down a road, so when she asked me to describe it, I became quite confused. I eventually picked up that the 3 jelly beans were really the 3 little pigs and that I am blind. The story continued, and all was going well until Carolina said that after the wolf blew down the first little pig's house, he at the little pig. At this statement, we all paused. One girl asked the question that was on all of our minds. "He doesn't eat the pigs, does he?" Carolina responded (in English, for more emphasis) "That's your version! The wolf eats the stupid pigs in Italy!" Italiani pazzi. After we had finished the slightly violent version of "The Three Little Pigs," Carolina said, "Your homework is to do the same thing with that story about the girl with the red hood." I think she meant "Little Red Riding Hood." All was regular with this story. The next day when we reviewed our homework, Carolina tried to express why we use the imperfect to describe Little Red Riding Hood by saying "Little Red Riding Hood is dead, or at least she doesn't exist anymore." There's no magic or optimism in Italian fairy tales apparently. Of my two professors, Carolina is definitely the crazier one, or maybe I just don't understand Italian. But this one time, I swear she had this conversation with a student.
-Carlolina: "What happened"
-Student: "I don't know"
-Carolina: "A pizza?"
-Student: "Yes."
Like I said, Italiani pazzi.

After Italian class, I have theology, and you all know what happens in theology.....ASIAN CHICK! For a while there, I was quite worried that she had dropped theology, which didn't make sense since it's a requirement. However, I soon realized that she just showed up sporatically and skipped theology a lot. This is probably because going to a class where there is talk of God and morals makes her uneasy due to her proffession, such is the saying "sweating like a whore in Church." So the one day this month that she get could away from the office (the office being a random street corner in Southbend) and decided to show up to theology, she wore a sweatshirt with words on it. Now, I can critique this without even having to talk about what the words said. Why the heck can't this girl buy a single top without writing on it? Is she trying to draw attention to her chest by making people read what's on it? True, that's a crafty advertising campaign, but enough is enough. Her shirt said "Southville Strikers" on it. It looked slightly vintage, so I'm assuming this was her previous place of business. She worked in Southville and "striker" was her nickname, derived from her sexual techniques. Oh, Asian Chick, when will the madness stop? Never, I hope, because then I would have nothing to write about.