When this class was over, I went to Rosina's class. We talked about the meaning of "Southern Comfort Zone" and then went over the homework for it! They are a great class, but I wish that more of them would speak up in class. Rosina could not take me to the other school, so she let me leave a few minutes early so that I could walk or catch the bus, which I did!We did reach the agreement that Friday we would start their NYC project, but on the following Wednesday, they would present information about the St. Josephs Festival, which is Saturday, Sunday, Monday, & Tuesday; Tuesday is the actual Patron Saint Day.
My first class at the other school was Francesca's class. Thank goodness that today she was in and out of the room too much to criticize my lesson. Monday night though, during Bible study, I was very convicted about my feelings towards these situations. Basically the question was, "what if we chose to love, instead of getting angry?!?" What a great question for me in this instance....if I choose to love the people who are making me angry and annoyed, etc. THerefore, I approached Tuesday and Wednesday like that. I failed on Tuesday, but I was determined to succeed today. On the way up the hill to the school I had been praying for patience and love. Then, Francesca was not in the class most of the time, and I was not even tempted with getting angry! When I spoke to her, I was sure to be extra kind, and to keep love in mind. The class went well, and with that I will not return until next week, and we have Tuesday off most likely!
Angelino's class, and he was not there again. So, I asked them to be relatively quiet, and I once again picked my battle. I worked on stuff, and they stayed quiet. They did draw some artwork for me:

Thus ended my week at this school. On to Thursday and Friday!
The afternoon was spent having lunch, working on blogs, talking to my momma, talking to Nick, etc. I called Kelly to check on Gracie and cheer tryouts, etc.
He did seem very humble. Myyyyyy favorite thing about him was that I understood his Italian. I think that because he is not a native speaker, he is easier to understand. I was so excited. I decided that me and the new Pope are pretty tight because I can understand his Italian! I wonder if he knows about our friendship?!?!? I'm being silly of course, but I was VERY excited to understand him! The bells in the city were ringing in the city for like 10 minutes before he came out...while he was out...and then for like 10 more minutes. It was really cool! What an awesome historical moment to be in Italy for, and they might have another reelection.
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