Exam time.

Today I should get back my first exam that I have taken at college. I'm really nervous, I hope that I did well. I want to start off on a good path, and I hope that I will. It's much easier to keep a positive trend going, then to reverse a negative one. Although I really knew the material, I felt as if my essay did not say as much as I wanted to and express my ideas clearly. I really hope that I did well.

In Italian, I have my first exam on Wednesday. I feel as if I know the material pretty well, it's just hard because I don't know the professors' style for exams. Hopefully all goes well. Although the entire class is in Italian, somehow I'm understanding it. The professor is really good about making hand gestures and using his emotion to convey his message. I heard the other day that he is the head of the language department. Whether or not this is true I'm not sure, but I think it's kind of cool that I'm in his class. He's very educated in the language and points out fun facts to help us remember things. For instance, the professor told us that "venti" in Italian means twenty. A "venti" coffee at starbucks is called "venti" because it is twenty ounces. I like hearing about this kind of stuff because it makes it seem as if it applys to my life. At home, I work in an upscale Italian restaurant. The walls and the menu are covered with Italian words, so it's nice to hear them in class and be a step ahead of the other students. I never thought that knowing the menu for a menu test would help me pass my first college class! One interesting thing that I learned was that our restaurant name, "lui lui", means "he and he". Knowing that, I figured out that it is because the restaurant is run by two owners, both being male. With a background of eight years of French, I find that my French is helping my Italian as well. For all my life, I have attended private Catholic schools. These schools put a major emphasis on the French language, starting us all off with French in fifth grade. When I reached freshman year in highschool, the middle school actually changed to start everyone off in first grade. As much as I hated taking French, I continued with it throughout highschool because I knew it'd be an easy A. I believe that looking back, it was a good choice because all of the grammar and pronounciation of the words are extremely alike between the two languages.