I have decided that as cute as the tazzina (little tea cup) of caffe that I have in the morning is, there is something about the American coffee mug that is comforting. Having that mug of caffiene at your disposal sitting next to you in an early morning class cannot be beat, I will never take my mug of coffee for granted ever again. However, for now, I will enjoy my cute little cup of very strong, rich caffe italiano brewed fresh on the stove every morning.
I also will appreciate my English-speaking professors at school that are much easier to understand. I have to say I will probably go back to Wake Forest and be much at giving my attention to the professors. Do not get me wrong, these Italian professors do speak English, but it is harder for them to get a point across to the class and often speak in a very round-about way. I do really like my Marketing professor, he sounds like his is preaching to the class about Marketing- he puts much enthusiasm into his words and as a typical Italian, uses hand gestures to add to the passion his puts into his lectures. My professor for Italian is absolutely flamingly fantastic and by that I mean is a flamboyant, energic homosexual. We have gone on fieldtrips to the market to learn new vocabulary and he has taken us to get gelato. On the otherhand, it is very frustrating to deal with my professor for Business Operations because he has a very difficult time communicating what he means to students. He ends up coming across as very rude and unconcerned with his students.
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