by guest blogger Tom
My favorite thing to write about is football, especially the Huskies. This fall I wrote weekly reports on college football. I watched every Husky game from our computer here, and I’m excited to go to all the home games next fall.
There aren’t many Italians who know what real football is. Some think it’s soccer, and some think it’s rugby. Most people think I’m a rugby player. I wear a Husky football jersey to school every day under my uniform. On Thursday when I have PE, I get to wear shorts. P.E. is one of my favorite classes. So is French.
But I don’t really like school that much. In Math, we have to be very organized. We have to use a red pen for the title at the top of the page, a black pen for headings, a green pen for lines and line segments, a blue pen for showing our work and a pencil for drawling angles and pie charts. And the big problem is, we are not allowed to use white-out or erasers, so if you mess up, you have to start over. Yesterday I asked my teacher why we couldn’t always use pencils and erasers. She said that people would take home their assignments after they were corrected, erase all the incorrect answers and replace them with the right ones. However, students still find ways to cheat. The other day, I caught three of my classmates using cheat sheets for a test, so I got up, grabbed the cheat sheets, and turned them into the teacher. Luckily, the three boys weren’t mad at me and they agreed not to do it again. Hopefully, this will put an end to cheating in my class.
We have a class called Antologia where we read stories. The stories are confusing. I understand the words in Italian, but the story itself doesn’t really make sense. For instance, there was one called “The Wolf and the Sheep.” This is how it goes:
One day, a wolf and a sheep arrived at a drinking river at the same time. The wolf was mean and wanted an excuse to eat the sheep. He said, “Why are you dirtying my water?”
The sheep replied, “How could I dirty your water? You’re farther up stream than me.”
Then the wolf said, “Six months ago you were saying bad things about me.”
“Six months ago I wasn’t born,” the sheep responded.
“Your dad was saying bad things about me,” said the wolf, and he grabbed the sheep and ate him. THE END.
One good thing about my school is that the teachers sometimes don’t show up. This week, we have gone to school for 15 hours and for 10 of them the teachers were gone. When this happens, we go into another classroom and write, draw, read or do whatever we want to. Right before school got out today, we heard that all but one of our teachers for tomorrow are sick. The principal gave all the kids the option to go to school or not. You can probably guess what I chose.
One of the worst things about school is that we go six days a week. Then on Sunday, my one day off, my parents take us sight-seeing and we have to look at piazzas, churches and museums. Last weekend we went to Montefalco and Bevagna, but at least I got to bring my football.
While we were there, we went to a museum that was kind of boring, but at least it wasn’t very big. My mom and I counted angels. We found 96 in the main part of the museum. Then as we were about to leave, we found a special angel-only exhibit downstairs. The first one looked like a wide receiver who missed a catch.
And the second one looked like a disappointed coach
We have only 149 days left, and I’m glad. I like Bellevue better. I think everything is better back home like my friends, my school, my house, and even the food. At least here I can get gelato every day. My favorite flavors are lemon, vanilla cream and chocolate chip, but I like Baskin-Robbins more because the ice cream is colder and the flavors are better. I can’t wait to get home and eat pink bubblegum ice cream, cinnamon firehouse, and poprock swirl.