OK, so I admit I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. But, I'm not the most dull, either. But, I am a full-on language DORK! This 4-hour intensive, immersion course with Lorena is not really like drinking from a firehose...it's more like waterboarding! IF I were Jack Baur, I'd be able to handle this torture, but I'm not. And I can't...
No English, guys. Nada. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nothing even remotely related to English slang...the BIG, FAT NUTTIN! If we have a question for our Mexican born/raised Italian prof...too bad...we're moving on.
Our Spanish/Australian classmate quit...she couldn't handle translating our questions for Lorena - via Spanish - back to English, and trying to learn Italian herself.
The worst part is, we're paying a grand for this s-l-o-w but certain, torturous death.
Just kiddin (sorta). Actually, the girls are doing great, including Leslie. I'm really the only one going, "ummmm...?"
The fact of the matter is, we know a heck of a lot more Italian than we did 3 days ago. This will come in handy when we are trying to engage the culture for Christ's sake, right? Right? Please tell me it's going to be alright...
More later...