So. I speak Italian.
And by that I mean…I am in the process of learning to speak Italian.
I love Italian. And Italians. And Italy. And I know it’s a little cliche but pretty much everything about their culture and language and mannerisms is so amusing and amazing.
This is the second semester of my 5th year of Italian. I think I’m pretty good.
I can understand Luigi in CARS.
Put bluntly, I am used to being the QUEEN of Italian.
My high school professor loved me and I pretty much kicked butt at this language.
I got an award for best Italian student on the school Junior and Senior year. (Usually its a senior)
I started in Italian 101 this year because I figured I could relearn some basics. And my legacy as queen continued.
However, this semester…there is a girl in my class who LIVED IN ITALY!
Of course she speaks good Italian!
So of course, being an alpha female I was threatened and disliked her immediately.
But of course he was super nice. We share the same love of Italians. And as I grew to discover that our knowledge was different and comparable I began to realize that maybe I could let her be king of Italian or something.
As long as I could still be queen. 🙂
Is this weird competitiveness normal? I’m going crazy. I’m treating a class like the fucking wild!
This is like means girls where there is the girl world and the animal world.
I guess we can never completely get rid of the animal nature inside.
Italian students were my pack…but I guess u gotta share the power now and then.