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St. Valentine Fever




February 14, Thursday.
nice day, I start with him waking up later and take it easy - I already said that I love teaching and 10:30? Lesson
, calm and relaxed: students attentive and involved, I decided to reward them. I take the laptop, and I let them listen to "the most beautiful thing" by Eros Ramazzotti - I see them smiling and slightly embarrassed by the slight embarrassment that comes from the comparison with an unexpected situation. I am pleased
found the reading a little and go on Petrarch's sonnet ..

Capei were the golden aura around
that 'n the avvolgea thousand sweet knots,
and' the faint light burned beyond measure
of those beautiful eyes, which now they are so scarce, and

'the merciful face of color do,
do not know if true or false, I think:
the' loving the bait had breast, what wonder if
immediately burned?

It was the passing her mortal thing,
but of angelic form, and the words sounded more
that although the human voice;

a celestial spirit a living sun
was what I saw, and if not or that,
wound to loosen arc not healthy.

I see them amazed by the unfolding of the lecture, I explain to them the difference between "I love you" and "I love you" close the book and invite them to follow suit and begin to ask their plans for the evening ("They know the verbs? "-" Yes, I have taught them to him two days ago "-" Well, let's proceed "). We chat for a few minutes and then introduce the vocabulary related to the family. I know I have made them happy, including a lesson in physics and engineering - and I am happy.
I realize that my teaching improved in proportion to the value that I give to my kids: This class is awake, active, interesting - worth a lot.

After class I go back in the office and I find flowers waiting for me - and a host of colleagues to the hysterical sights.
With caution, I open the note that accompanies the beautiful bouquet and I see a signature - "Bed Buddy." While my colleagues speculate on a probable manic, I decided to respect the mystery of the little Valentine's Day. I go to class "history of witchcraft" and I fell asleep several times - to stay the night would help in this regard. Then run to receipt by Professor Webb, PhD and talk and opportunity: my possible future take shape in the words of the teacher, who introduced me several top universities listed "- I continue to love Yale, the only sound to vibrate something in me .
do not have time for lunch - and we are on the usual, I have to get used to the idea of American breakfast 'rich' if you want to get up at night ..
The afternoon begins with a lesson on Canzoniere and the Decameron, I'm starting to appreciate very much: I decided to write my paper on Petrarch and literary memory, good Francis has gained my interest (not Prezzemolina was for Dante, it would be even better> \u0026lt;) and harmoniously with his tongue the metric strict ad nauseum. I admire the efforts of a man who expresses his existential pain in sonnets and songs of heroic verse. O_o

conclude the daylight hours with the lesson of cinema - the French avant-garde, Vivre sa vie Godard Jean : the film is clever and well shot, with particular emphasis on the sound element, with which the director plays and interacts with the public. The teacher explained the rule of "180 degrees" and the "fourth wall". I take notes - I have recently converted to electronic notes, save time and trees ... and help my typing speed.
lessons finished for the day: I am going to meet the guy that reps do, and I remember thinking.
Bed Buddy .
look behind his back, nervously. I then to my office - Nathan is there, we talk about Italian grammar, and we decide to go to Subway (I admit to being hungry). What more romantic place for Valentine's Day?
cleared the doubts of Nathan, I start at home - are in pieces, as usual, but satisfied. As usual. In
cross the threshold of sad dormitory that serves as base of operations at the time of meeting Mike and Mael - Mike's birthday. I promise to get the two at the bar and I'm sad I go back in the room: I need a shower, but I have no time. I wash my clothes quickly and trembling - the window open, fuck.
Cursing my poor organization of time, I hasten to reach Mike and Mael to Larry's Bar: a beer, chat with a couple of people with cevrello, a beautiful evening.

not sleep at night - I can not.


Recent news: I saw the apartment where I live in Helena, is a small corner of paradisoe conditions seem good - there are a large supermarket and many nice places all around - I like it!
I'm thinking about how to organize the new course that will teach in the spring.
I met a girl who lives in Venice, Canton, OH - see you Friday.
I watched ' Knocked up' tonight - I want a child I watched too O_o
'Some like it hot' - Marilyn Monroe is buttery and irresistible, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon hilarious. Billy Wilder's direction is flawless and very enjoyable - the movie is a splendid mix of gangster movies and comendy sentimental, with many ingenious and find a sense of humor is hard to find nowadays.

"I am a man!"
"No one is perfect" - priceless.

In closing: I decided to continue studying Japanese, I will do Individualized instruction and seek to profit from it =)

Stay tuned!


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