Class part due

It's Monday, which means that there is some inclination toward going to class. Today, first thing on my calendar was to get my "permesso di soggiorno" figured out so I woke up and went to the International Students office. The woman there, who is very friendly and sometimes speaks in English when I don't understand (which is increasingly more infrequent) helped me figure out exactly what the big packet was asking. Apparently, I am not alone in not understanding anything about the Italian bureaucracy. Unfortunately this confusing and, as I see it, unnecessary procedure will ultimately put me back 75 Euro, più or meno. When in Rome...

After that I wandered for a bit and looked for the books I need to buy for my class, Analisi del linguaggio politico. I found one that I was pretty certain I couldn't find in English. The other is by Max Weber and would be translated from German to Italian, so I figure that if you can find an Italian translation, I have no doubt you could find an English one. That book will have to wait. I arrived with my book to class about 15 minutes early, but no one was in the room so I had a seat to read and look over my potential schedule. A kid came in and asked if I was part of the political science Facoltà. I said yes, sort of. He told me there was only two minutes and I had to "Firmare" (which means sign). He explained that I should come with him and we went to an office and he asked if I should sign up even though I'm uno studente straniero. Everyone was confused but they said I could, so I did. Not exactly sure what that was all about. Maybe now I'm an organ donor in Italy. More likely though, it includes me in the department so I can take classes. I'm almost certain it was unnecessary but I figure if no one else knows, why should I? I had a nice conversation with the kid who brought me, whose name escapes me. It was good language practice.

What was not exactly good language practice was class. I followed better this time than last, having eaten today as opposed to last time when I was running on the leftovers from the tequila the night before and coffee. I will take that class though. The professor is very passionate about the topic and it's something I find interesting. Two hours later, I left class and wandered in the drizzle until it was time to go to lingua Italiana class. I got a piece of pizza. Not too shabby.

Language class on Mondays is in the computer lab. We do some listening exercises, which are not too difficult but often seem nit-picky to me. I guess if someone speaks with incorrect grammar in English it does bother me, but only if they have no excuse, like being from Italy. After the lab, we went to the classroom and had a bit more practice. Not too bad.

I walked back to my room in the drizzle and ran into the woman from Manchester, England who is there teaching at an elementary school. We chatted about our situations and mutual confusion. I went to my room and got a call from my, until now imaginary roommate. He's coming back tomorrow. This should be interesting. I emailed home and set up a Skype date with my snowed in parents and brother. It was nice to hear from them and see that everyone is happy to have snow (Jerks. All of 'em). Now I sit in the little room off of the pit where the international kids usually sit in Tridente.
Nothing new other than that. La cena alle 20:00.
A presto,
David