So, I started writing this blog entry in my first lesson on Fashion and Made in Italy (sorry Mum) - it was the choice of distracting myself by writing this entry or tag teaming a tactical sleep with Gina and Jess. The room was extremely stuffy due to the weather being warm enough to wear sunglasses (well for the Brits anyway!) - the Italians seem to still be fashioning the thick winter jackets with gloves and a hat.
It also didn't help that the lecturer felt amused by suggesting a chair is called 'smile' because the material caves to form a smiling expression whilst also proceeding to say 'bye' to every slide on his presentation.
All in all I came out of the lesson more confused than I was going in despite it being in English - perhaps I would've understood it or even more looked to understand it better if it was in Italian in the first place.
Hey ho, its safe to say our first two days at the Politecnico di Milano have been hilariously brilliant and something I don't think I'll ever forget.
After enjoying a typically chilled Italian weekend which concluded with getting lost most of the time which we didn't mind as the streets are just beautiful, the colours of the buildings, the structure and individuality of each of the balconies are just incredible.
We finally sorted out our Italian numbers and can return to being the socialites that we are, we drank copeless amounts of cappuccinos with the view of the Duomo whilst testing out our first Gelato in the Sunday afternoon sun. It was a fab weekend.
So starting University dropped on us like a ton of bricks, excited and nervous the four of us proceeded to sit under the teachers noses in our first briefing. Despite saying nothing the teachers all knew we were Erasmus students. (They have a tendency here to stereotype the Erasmus and that's all we're known by - I guess it'll have to stick.)
It was obvious something was going to go wrong and so an hour in, Me and Jess are running around this oversized building trying to find the class we're suppose to be in - only an hour into the briefing stage, standing outside this room looking as if we've been told off! We finally decided to enter after much debate and the rest is history. We're now making a Man's Blazer which is hilarious to achieve being taught in a different language but we'll get there, the teacher is lovely and I think we'll get by just fine (I hope.)
In the afternoon we were told that we had another class to attend. Sitting at the back the teacher gestured us forward in order to form a group with 2 other Italians. The teacher then proceeded to ask the class who was interested in joining us, everyone looked the other way (typical scene where the uncool kid is last to picked on a sports team - yeah that was us, so so embarrassing!!)
Long story short, we now have friends AND they're Italian so things must be on the up? Right?
Can't quite believe we're one week down already, only 19 to go and who knows how much wine we'll need to drink between now and then but if its anything like this week I suggest we should invest in a vineyard.
Over and out
Sxx
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