School
Below is a picture of the school I go to, known commonly as the Angelicum, but officially as the Pontifical University of St Thomas Aquinas. This is a Dominican school, and my primary contact there (also teaching a class I have) is Sister Helen. She is a wonderful little nun with an English accent. Like most of the people here she is very accomodating to us. She works hard to make our experience wonderful and fruitful.
The first two days of school here consisted of Orientation - both at the campus and at the school. For those poor students who do not speak Italian (all but four of us), they have already started thier Italian class and after only two days here, have spent 6 hours in the Italian classroom and a couple more practicing back here at the campus and around Rome. God bless them!
As for us 'other four' Italian speaking students, one has had three years, one has have three semesters, and myself and the last student have had one semester. I had been surprised (and I thank God) that my Italian after one 'official' semester is actually better than the other students' italian, except the one with three years of course. I attribute this to a few things: My love for the Italian language, a great Italian teacher last semester at Hamline, the help of Matt Willkom, and three years of trying to learn Italian on my own. It is funny, but a lot of the students come to me for help around the city and for practicing thier accents. This is probably because the Italian teacher here, Giovanni, singled me out on the first day of class as a 'model' of how to speak Italain as an American. Thanks Matt! (By the way, he loves my 'Roman' accent)
I spend most of my time wandering around the city to re-aquiant my self. I have found that my memory has held out well for the last four years since I was last here. I remembered the Treve Fountian like I was standing there yesterday (actually, I was). I was standing in front of the fountain facing it and without looking to point to my favorite ice cream shop. Yummmmy!
Well, that is all for my first 'week' (two full days) in Rome. I will write about my weekend later.
Ciao!
The first two days of school here consisted of Orientation - both at the campus and at the school. For those poor students who do not speak Italian (all but four of us), they have already started thier Italian class and after only two days here, have spent 6 hours in the Italian classroom and a couple more practicing back here at the campus and around Rome. God bless them!
As for us 'other four' Italian speaking students, one has had three years, one has have three semesters, and myself and the last student have had one semester. I had been surprised (and I thank God) that my Italian after one 'official' semester is actually better than the other students' italian, except the one with three years of course. I attribute this to a few things: My love for the Italian language, a great Italian teacher last semester at Hamline, the help of Matt Willkom, and three years of trying to learn Italian on my own. It is funny, but a lot of the students come to me for help around the city and for practicing thier accents. This is probably because the Italian teacher here, Giovanni, singled me out on the first day of class as a 'model' of how to speak Italain as an American. Thanks Matt! (By the way, he loves my 'Roman' accent)
I spend most of my time wandering around the city to re-aquiant my self. I have found that my memory has held out well for the last four years since I was last here. I remembered the Treve Fountian like I was standing there yesterday (actually, I was). I was standing in front of the fountain facing it and without looking to point to my favorite ice cream shop. Yummmmy!
Well, that is all for my first 'week' (two full days) in Rome. I will write about my weekend later.
Ciao!
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