Let the Classes Begin

I have been meaning to write all week long. I have been adjusting to a "normal" college kid schedule again since this was my first week of classes.

I was very excited for them, and all in all - it went pretty well, however, I had a little bit of a rough start.

Monday was a challenge. I had my wine class. 

Now, when I chose to take this I was well aware that it would not count for anything back home. My idea stemmed from the desire to learn about wine. Personally, I believe that "wine knowledge" along with "minimal golf skills" are both important in the business world; they can be useful for schmoozing.

So back to the class itself, long story short- IT WAS INTENSE. It is Wine Communication and Marketing. I am a Marketing Major and a Communication Minor- I thought it applied well to me; well I was being silly. This class was for people who wanted to learn how to MASTER wine. I want to learn how to properly drink and APPRECIATE wine in a social manner. My mistake.

I sat there for 2 hours half way listening to the teacher describe the class and her expectations. The other half was praying for the students who I knew were going to stick with this craziness- because I knew there was no way I could keep this class. Those were the longest 2 hours.

After that- I darted across the City of Florence to get to my next class.

I quite literally was running through the streets, dodging many cars and Asian tourists (who travel in packs of 30). I picked up a friend along the way though- so I cannot figure out if I looked more or less like a crazy American. 

I arrived to my next class, disheveled and out of breath. I walked in the door, looked to my left, and quickly came to the realization that my professor was young and attractive- and I looked extra lovely. (please note the sarcasm in that sentence). He began to speak with the most wonderful accent, I had no idea what he said to me, yet I found myself smiling at him. 

Later, he mentioned that he was English and Greek. He is from South Africa and runs both a business and charity down there. He was part of the British Army and has his Masters. MMHM. Me and my new running partner just sat there and looked at each other with amazement in our eyes. How does such a person exist? He is obviously married, which is fine I guess. 

I clearly liked this class, and the moral of the story is- my Monday turned out pretty damn good. From now on I will make sure I run more gracefully so I don't look like a freak every time he sees me.

The rest of the week was slightly less eventful. My Italian teacher CANNOT say my name to save her life. She says "Heelee." I would rather be called "hey you." She is totally aware of this too but apparently it does not matter.

In other news:

I GOT THE DOOR OPEN. I can survive!!! That was an amazing feeling. So the whole time I was doing:

turn, turn, push, turn, lift, push

I was supposed to be doing:

turn, turn, push, turn,lift, pull, push

Ya see, no one had expressed that extra pull to me- so you can understand my struggles. 

I got it down pat now. I open the door like 3 times a day- I consider myself an expert at this point.

The door is like a Nancy Drew puzzle. It takes 30 tries, but when you finally get it- it's a total "DUH" moment. Lexie and Rachel, I know both of you will know exactly what I am talking about because we are still 10 and love those computer games.

I am about to run to one of the best pizza places in town- so I will finish writing later today.

Ciao!