The first lesson

Trip Start Aug 28, 2009
Trip End Nov 24, 2009

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Flag of Italy  , Tuscany,
Thursday, September 3, 2009

Oh nerves are a horrible thing.  I had my lesson, and we split the class in two-my classmate Vernon taught the first 50 minutes, then I did the next.  His lesson was amazing, and I sat through his lesson, doubting mine with every passing second.  Then, all of a sudden, it was my turn.  At first I spoke WAY TOO FAST and said a lot of "gonna" and "yep" (which, even in an Intermediate class, is not ok).  But it was really fun, and I did so much better than I thought I would.  There were only 4 people in the class, and I split them into groups of 2, so both groups' new disease was something related to work-"allergic to work" and "I need a vacation because work sucks" or something like that.  I was surprised, because people over here have so much time off work, after 2-3 hour lunch breaks and days off pretty much whenever you want, who needs a vacation?  But I was so pleased with everything.

That night was my interview with Luciano.  We met at the school, and he pulled up in a cherry-red Mini Cooper.  That probably should have been my first clue.  He told me he wanted pizza, but I thought he meant walking to a pizza place by the school.  But no, we drove to a place, near a new-ish hotel, that served Italianized American food.  We had these really good calzones, after which I was stuffed, but ended up getting burgers too.  It was his first hamburger EVER.  I could see where others might have seen it as a date, but during his interview I found out that he had never had kids, and he kept telling the waitor he was my dad or uncle, so I figured he viewed me as the daughter he never had.  It was really fun teaching him more English, and I was asking him to teach me some Italian, so I thought everything was ok.  I asked my teacher the next day if she trusted him though because everyone in the class kept giving me a hard time, and she said although he probably never would have done anything, she recommended not meeting him again.  I told her about the "dad/uncle" thing, and she said that's a line Italian men use.  Gross.  I was so upset/pissed off/grossed out after I heard that it was all I could do to not punch something on my walk home.  My classmates found it hilarious though, and I have now acquired the nickname "Goldigger".  I'm nervous to have him in one of my classes, but hopefully it's not a big deal.  Maybe during that lesson I could teach the vocab words "cradle robber" and "creeper" and then have the final project be a pick-up line to use on a naive American girl. 
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debhawes on

So, you actually had a first AND second lesson that day, huh? :)

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