turns out that my teacher is this 20 something year old florentine hottie named Elio.
he’s still working on reading his english correctly so he asked some people to come up and read the syllabus for the class. he asked this one guy up since no one volunteered and while the guy was reading, pretty much the whole time he was talking, he was looking at me. and i’m sitting there like oh god is it just me or is this happening right now. so he asks that kid to sit down since he read a lot and he turns to me and asks ME to read the rest. and i’m like oh god really. so i go up there and read this stuff, like 5 pages of syllabus.
at the end of it all, when we’re talking about how the only good excuses to get out of an exam are like severe illness and deaths in the family he mentioned how italians are really superstitious and they say things like ‘touch iron’ when they don’t want that particular thing to happen. so he asked if we had anything like that and i said knock on wood and yadda yadda. so he goes on to say that amongst friend there’s another version where guys will apparently grab their dicks out of superstition and the women will grab their left boob. and as he’s saying the second part his hand is hovering over his chest and he looks at me and says ‘can i say boob in class?’ and by this point i was blowing up like a firecracker and i just covered my mouth and laughed.
i was going to tell him how much i enjoyed florence when i visited but i just had to get out of there. lol
Little dude was asleep in an iceberg when he should’ve been saving the world from magicians who juggle fire. He wakes up, learns about water, rocks, and fire, and then fights a pissed off grown man with mutton chops.