Tuesday 29 March 2011

English Language Assistant Abroad

When I applied for the role of language assistant with Comenius I didn’t really know what to expect. I based any ideas on what the language assistants at my school had done, which was not a lot really. Every year we had one German and one French assistant. We rarely saw them more than once. When I was in Year 9 we saw the assistant every two weeks, I believe. She would take us out of the classroom in small groups and play some sort of speaking game with us in the computer room. We were never really too fussed about the assistants, it was just a nice excuse to get out of the classroom for 10 minutes.

Comenius vs. British Council

Most people I know who are on teaching placements are doing it through the British Council. Comenius is part of the British Council too, but it is not a “British Council Teaching Assistantship”. Both assistantships are similar in the role you play in the school, however there are a few differences that can affect whether you choose the usual BC or the Comenius placement.

1. Erasmus Scheme: The main reason why people choose to do the British Council Teaching Assistantship over the Comenius during a year abroad is that the BC falls under the Erasmus scheme. This means that not only will you be getting paid for the placement but you will also receive the Erasmus Grant through your university AND a fee weaver (i.e. you don’t need to pay any tuition fees to your home uni for the year). Comenius, although under the British Council, is not under the Erasmus scheme so although you will be paid very well for the placement (I’m only doing 14 weeks but receiving over 4000 euros) you will need to add in the added expense of paying half fees to your uni and receiving a little less money, although to be honest the Erasmus grant isn’t really necessary, just an added bonus.

2. Flexibility: The reason why I chose to do Comenius rather than BC is because Comenius is much more flexible. I say “chose”, but to be frank I had no choice, I couldn’t possibly do the BC assistantship. Unless you are applying to Germany or Austria, which offers a few 6 month placements, you are stuck with a year contract. Obviously this was not possible for me as I study two languages and need to spend time in both environments. Comenius on the other hand has a set minimum of 13 weeks but after that you are free to choose how long your contract is and the start and end dates.  Originally I was going to apply to do the 6 month BC placement in Germany and then go to uni here in Italy, but they dates didn’t match up! I would have ended up with a small overlap. I’m glad that it didn’t work out. Half way through my studies in Marburg I realised that I would be much better off out of university in Italy. Having started Italian at Ab initio level at university I was not competent enough to do well at an Italian uni and I really needed to be in an all Italian environment to make sure that my Italian improved as much as possible.

3. Choice of Location: You can see this one as both a positive or a negative really. With BC you put down a preference of areas/cities in the country of your choice. This means you can end up somewhere familiar or even somewhere that you’ve always wanted to visit. Comenius is different. You are given preference list, but you can only choose the size of the city/town and not the location. Some people may be put off by this but for me it was perfect. I had never been to Italy before and had no idea where I wanted to go. I was happy with anywhere. I just put it all down to destiny and ticked the “no preference” box. I think this is a real advantage for people who are in search of an adventure during their placement.

Your role as a teaching assistant

Your role in the school really depends on the teacher you are with. I work 16 hours a week, which is the maximum that Comenius allow, and visit all of English classes twice in a three week rota. I work alongside four teachers, all Italians. Two of the teachers use me for oral practice. I usually read a passage aloud and then have an oral discussion with the whole class. I’m also used to correct pronunciation. The third teacher pretty much “takes advantage” of me (according to the previous two). She just sits back and tells me “oh teach them the English phonetic system”, “teach them about The Ghost of Canterville”. I try to tell her that I am not a qualified English teacher so I do not know the English phonetic system or the rules of pronunciation (It’s my mother tongue!) nor have I read every book every written in the English language. She gives me such a long stare. As if she’s saying “why not you lazy b****?”. Then she just gives up and tells me to ask them some questions. “About what?” I ask. “Anything”. I think it would be better if she told me beforehand so that I could prepare something, but being asked to do stuff like this on the spot is really difficult. The last teacher is lovely but she really doesn’t do anything with me. I just sit there listening. There have been a few occasions where I have almost fallen asleep.

Teaching alone

In theory you should never be left alone in the classroom. You are there as an “assistant”, therefore you should assisting the teacher. Yesterday one of the teachers was ill so I was given the role as “stand in teacher”. I was very scared at first. It was just like when the other teacher tells me to do her job for her and teach the phonetic system. But we had a quick look in the kids’ exercise book and found some grammar and some topics to cover. I liked being able to choose what to teach them. I was able to not only pick the topic but decide how to teach them. I didn’t have someone telling me how to teach. It was really nice. I wasn’t alone in the classroom, on both occasions there were support teachers in the room for the children who struggle. I think I did a really good job. I’d like to do it again, but this time, like I said previously, I’d like to be able to prepare for the lesson before.

Monday 28 March 2011

Naples you need to sort out your bus services!!!!

I am so angry right now.

I had to take two buses to get from my private tutee’s house back home. The trip should have only taken around 15 minutes. Instead I got home over an hour later than I should have.

I waited for the second bus for 45 minutes!!! In this time the other buses that stop at that bus stop arrived three times each, and four times on the other side of the road. Only a few bus stops in Naples actually have electronic signs telling you when to expect your bus, whilst the rest don’t even have a basic bus timetable. So I literally stood there with not the faintest idea of when the bus was coming.

I could have taken the Cumana home, I could have probably WALKED!

Urgh I’m so mad. This isn’t the first time it has happened either. I’ve decided I’m not going to bother taking the bus there anymore. I’d rather take the Cumana, Metro AND Funicolare than stand for that long staring at traffic, rubbish and dog poo!

Sunday 27 March 2011

Your Sunday morning wake up call.

The best thing about Sundays is having a lie in. I love nothing better than sleeping for as long as I want without having to worry about getting up and going to work/uni/shopping. It appears that the Italians do not feel the same way as us Brits.

Every Sunday morning a small marching band walks down the streets of Naples playing very very loudly. Luckily I am always awake before the noisy buggers reach my area, but if I had ever been asleep, I can tell you there would be murder.

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How can a group so small make so much noise?????

Thursday 24 March 2011

RIP Sian O’callaghan

Today was a sad day for Swindon, and of course the family, boyfriend and friends of Sian O’callaghan.

In a news conference that was broadcasted live around 5.30 GMT it was announced that two bodies had been found. One, although not officially confirmed, is undoubtedly Sian’s. Such awful news on a day where people were beginning to believe in the idea of a safe return. In the course of less than 24 hours things have moved so quickly. Well done to Wiltshire police. Investigations and searches which can usually span out weeks if not months were dealt with extremely fast. Unfortunately the outcome was not what any of us had hoped for.

I expected the press conference to be the usual “we’ve arrested a man on suspicion of kidnap, we will be carrying out further investigations of his home and surrounding area blah blah blah”, but instead we hear the words “murder” and “two bodies”. At first I thought he meant that they’d found Sian, alive, and two bodies. But I soon realised my mistake. I felt physically sick listening to the broadcast online. All hope was gone.

Even more concerning is the second body. Is it the boy from Bath who is also missing? Or is it someone completely unrelated, someone who was probably presumed to have run away (possibly years ago). No details have been given, but I hope that both victims of this serial killer rest in peace. In a way I feel more upset for the unknown victim because he/she has been forgotten. Sian, bless her soul, has had all the love and support of our united community, but this poor victim has gone without.

Just like the earthquake in Japan, it’s odd that something unrelated to me has affected me so much. However this is completely different. This is a girl who grew up in my home town, who shares some of my friends, who I may have seen in town, who was abducted and murdered on my doorstep, possibly by a man who lives only 5 minutes away from me. 

Some people are sick. There is so much evil in this world. But Swindon I am proud of you for how much you’ve supported Sian. I am a proud Swindonian. I’m sure Sian is very thankful for everything you have done for her.

RIP Sian and unknown soul. Your deaths will not be in vain. .

Wednesday 23 March 2011

Fried Pizza?

Today I met up with one of my tutees in the afternoon.

I met her at the opera house. She works there and gave me a sneaky free tour. It was so beautiful. Unfortunately I’d forgotten my camera, but here’s a photo I found on Wikipedia.

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Supposedly it is Italy’s oldest working opera house. I love it. I hope I can watch a show there before I leave.

She took me to a pizzeria in the historical centre (centro storico) of naples. I tried a fried pizza, sounds disgusting but was actually rather tasty. Again apologies for lack of photo. But let me tell you it was huge, as is most Neapolitan food.

We then went for a walk around the historical centre and the university area. I went into two of the buildings. One of very grand, the other looked like an unloved train station, complete with escalators. I’m quite glad that I am not at uni here. It all seems very very confusing.

We walked for ages, but it was worth it because I was able to see parts of the city that were hiding. We also went to a small art museum, Museo Cappella Sansevero, where there was a famous sculpture of Christ and two artistic skeletons.  At 5 euro a ticket I feel that it was a waste of money, but I guess if you are a big fan of art then it’s worth it.

I also had my first ever legitimate Italian gelato. I had a scoop of Snickers. It was ginormous. I’m glad I didn’t ask for two.

I’m really glad M invited me out. She’s lovely. I hope that I can speak Italian as well as she speaks English by the end of my time here. I need to work very hard. Practice makes perfect.  

Tuesday 22 March 2011

All my best wishes to my home town

My home town is rarely in the news, well not for anything exciting any way. But this weekend it has become entered the regional news as a girl has gone missing after leaving a night club in in the early morning of Saturday night.

Although my town isn’t particularly small it is easy to describe it as incestuous. Everyone is somehow connected to someone. So it’s not surprising that I have at least four or five friends on Facebook who appear to have been good friends with this girl. The girl, Sian O’Callaghan appears to be the typical Swindon female, and it is just awful to think that something could have happened to her. I hope that someone comes forward with some information soon:

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In the meantime it is horrible reading the news about the story, as well as some other recent disappearances around the area (what is going on!?!?). Apart from the hammer attack a few years ago, which was just a stupid school boy feud, Swindon has always seemed like quite a safe place. Especially in comparison to nearby Bristol. I really hate reading and imagining what is going on. Supposedly there was an attempted abduction this lunch time with 2 men in a red van. I’m so scared and I’m a few countries away.  

I hope and pray that there is a pleasant out come and I urge everyone back home to be sensible. This is a wake up call to all of us that we are not invincible. Girls you should not be walking home alone, and girls and boys you should not be letting your friends walk home alone. Everyone stay safe and Swindon I am proud of you for how well you are pulling together in the search for Sian. Please find Sian O’Callaghan. 

Saturday 19 March 2011

Auguri Papà. Happy Father’s Day

Today was Father’s Day in Italy. A little odd since it’s not even been Mother’s Day but different country different rules. What is also weird is that it was on a Saturday. In the UK it’s Mothering Sunday and Father(ing???) Sunday. Happy Father’s Day daddy and all of the daddy’s in Italy. I hope you had a great day and ate lots of these:

Nomnomnomnom I love Zeppole :)

RIP Knut, my “kleiner Eisbär

6013_136792462906_720747906_3228257_1607040_nIt’s a sad day in Berlin today. Knut, the most famous and loved polar bear in the world, was found dead around 3pm today. Now I have been a huge fan of Knut since 2007 and had the pleasure of visiting him in summer 2008. The cause of death is not yet known but there is the idea that he may have drowned. They will be carrying out a necropsy on his body on Monday to shine light on the matter. All I can say is RIP Knut. You warmed the hearts of millions, a true legend among animals. You will never be forgotten.

As a tribute to Knut here is a video of Knut’s song “Kleine Eisbär”:

Che Disastro! Getting lost on the Pullman

I normally go for a walk with my mentor on a Saturday morning but she was busy today. It was another nice day so I decided that I would go out alone. I thought it’d be a good opportunity to try out the bus route which I’ll need to take on Monday to get to one of my English tutees houses.

I needed to take two buses. The first journey went quite well. I accidently got off two stops early and ended up needing to walk up a hill and then miss the connecting bus, but c’est la vie. I waited half an hour and finally got on the second bus. After about 5 minutes on the bus I recognised that the area we were now in was Manzoni (which is where her house is) but I could not recognise any of the roads. I kept a look out for the train station or her house (she’d previously shown me where the bus stop was) but I never saw it. Before I knew it we were travelling down hill and I ended up in an area completely new to me. I stayed on the bus hoping that it would turn around soon but it didn’t. I sat on the bus for an hour! Finally I saw a metro station (which turned out to be a Cumana station…I was so confused) and I hopped off the bus. I took the Cumana to Montesanto where you normally need to change Cumanas but it turns out this one was the new Cumana (even MORE confusion).

I was happy to get home. It was a rather unsuccessful morning. I’m hoping I can figure out where I went wrong before Monday otherwise it’ll be night time by the time I get to her house.

Where did all the kids go?

I turned up to school today to find almost all of the classrooms empty.

“Typical“ I thought, finding that 3E, my first class of the day, were missing. “They’ve gone on another trip without telling me.”

One of the teachers catches me in the hallway and tells me that my mentor is waiting in the staffroom for me. I was shocked when I saw just how many teachers were in the staffroom. I was very confused.

“No one is here” my mentor said. “They all think it’s a school holiday”.

It turns out no more than 20 pupils turned up today. The rest of them either thought it was a holiday or that there was a strike on (as was the class in the local school in Soccavo).

It was pretty funny. I just hung out in the staffroom for a few hours learning some Italian swear words. All in a days work. 

Thursday 17 March 2011

All set to explore Italy

I popped into la Feltrinelli today which is Naples version of Borders, only better, and picked myself up the Rough Guide to Italy. I was tempted by the Lonely Planet especially because it was cheaper, but I swear by my Rough Guide to Germany so I thought that it was best to stick to a format I know.

Now I just need to figure out when and where to go. I have a week off for Easter, but I’m guessing it will be hard to find a hostel around then and things will be shut during the Easter weekend. If not then I can do some travelling during my free month in June. I really really want to go to Venice, Verona and Pisa for sure.

Tanti auguri Italia! Happy 150th Birthday Italy!

Happy Birthday modern Italy you are 150 year old today. How very young 0_o.

It’s very easy to forget that Italy is pretty new. It is so rich in history and culture that the idea that Italy has only been a country since 1861 seems absurd.

Unlike England or France or Japan, for example, who have had relatively stable boarders for the past hundreds of years…wow I just realised that I may be alive to celebrate 1000 years in 1066, sorry let’s get back on track…and thus a long shared history and image of a collective nation, Italy was 151 years ago very separated. What we see as Italy now was in a way similar to the British Isles: many smaller countries joined together. Each country had it’s own culture, it’s own history, it’s own language, it’s own identity. But these countries were weak, especially against leading European powers such as France and Austria-Hungary. Sick of foreign rule the peninsula united itself into what we now know as Italy. 

You’d think today would be a special day. I think I was more excited about it than the Italians, well at least the Neapolitans (I can’t really speak for the rest of Italy). I found profile pictures like this on Facebook:

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Trans: I don’t celebrate 150 years of lies

This type of opposition to the unity of Italy is not a small minority. The Lega Nord tried to prevent today being a public holiday and many people here in Naples are of the opinion that there is no such thing as a united Italy, at least in terms of North and South.

Nevertheless I still expected some sort of unity in celebrating today. I went down into the city to see if there were any celebratory events going on. There was a marching band and the arm forces were out on parade but the turn out for that was very small in terms of how many people live in Naples (I saw more people in Heppenheim for Vettel’s homecoming and that town is tiny). It seems people were more concerned in shopping than acknowledging their country’s birthday.

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I wonder how much more interested they would have been if it was the Birthday of Naples? Oh Italy you are a little peculiar.

 

Tuesday 15 March 2011

100 days left to go

I can’t believe that in 100 days time I will be home and all of this will be a memory. It’s been 196 days since I reluctantly flew to Cologne to start my year abroad. In fact this week is full of key dates. 100 days until I go home, 200 days in Europe and on Friday I’ll have spent a month in Italy.

I feel like I’ve really accomplished a lot during my time away. Not only have I been able to see and experience new things but I’ve grown up a lot. I have so many fond memories already I hope I will continue to make them during my remaining time here.

I really need to concentrate on improving my Italian and start planning for the future. I need a plan for next year. Do I want to go into teaching? If not then what. Will I be doing a masters? Do I want to study in the UK or Abroad? I’m still non the wiser. I could see myself teaching, but I feel like I need to try other things out too just in case I like them more haha.

And I must not forget the people I have met during this journey. I miss my friends in Germany very much. I’m also very jealous of the ones who have gone home for Semesterferien. I’m making more and more acquaintances here in Italy so fingers crossed I can accumulate many dear friends here too. I’m looking forward to seeing my parents next month and seeing more of Italy.

I don’t know whether to be happy that I am going home in 100 days or not. Part of me, although I miss home so much, wants to stay here longer. I think it’s true that the year abroad is one of the best things you will ever do. Despite the homesickness and stress I am eternally grateful for being forced to do a year abroad.

JosephSafe is just too funny

This week I came across two videos posted on Youtube by an Italian Erasmus student who has been studying in Glasgow. He’s only made two videos but they have been popping up on my Facebook newsfeed left right and centre so he looks set to be the next big thing (with Erasmus students at least).

His first video “Italian Stereotypes” is basically parody of how we perceive Italians, whilst the second and most popular video “Sorry, I’m Erasmus” describes the life of an Erasmus student in less that 5 minutes. He is a really funny guy. He has that Italian cockiness which us British girls can’t help but find charming, and doesn’t mind looking like a douche; which is always important if you wanna be a youtube star. But the best bit about his videos is that everything he says is true. I’m watching the videos in fits of laughter, but I’m not only laughing at him, I’m laughing at myself too. Anyway anyone on their year abroad, thinking of a year abroad, completed a year abroad will enjoy these videos. Please show him some support by watching and subscribing, he is a genius and I’m looking forward to his next masterpiece.

JosephSafe, Travelling_Girl loves you <3

 

Monday 14 March 2011

Children are so sweet and caring.

Today one of the boys in class 2E asked the teacher if he could ask me something. He asked if I had seen what was going on in Japan and if my boyfriend’s family were ok? Then the other children joined in. It was such a lovely moment and I was so happy that children, although they can be loud and disrespectful in class, can be so pure and thoughtful at a time like this. That class made my day and I will pass on their messages to my boyfriend.

Sunday 13 March 2011

Bit of a recap

So tomorrow is my 25th day in Naples, not really much of a milestone but I thought I’d just let you know and its time to have a quick recap of the past few days before school again tomorrow.

School was better this week. I’ve now figured out which teachers/classes I like and don’t, which means I can now brace myself for an awful lesson and look forward to a better one. This week I was with the first class and the third class. I was a little scared of teaching the third class (these are the oldest kids in the school) because I haven’t had much to do with them so far and boys and girls around 13-16 can be very disinterested and cocky. I had a lot of fun with them though. Possibly because I’m so “young” (I hear this at least 5 times a day) they were genuinely enthusiastic about me being there. However I did manage to upset the girls by confessing that I don’t like Justin Bieber. I did consider lying to earn some more cool points with them but I just couldn’t, sorry Bieber fans.

I only had two lessons of school last week. I had two weeks off due to Carnival, but then an unexpected day off on Friday because of another Cumana strike. It was such a beautiful day so I hopped on my first Italian bus or as they call it here the “Pullman” and headed for the lovely area Vomero.

Vomero is quite a sophisticated part of Naples. The buildings are quite grand and there are a lot of good shops, cafes and bars up there. I admit I did do a cheeky bit of shopping, buying a dress, hairband and leggings. There is a department store in Vomero called Coin. It is a little cramped but has some really good stuff. I was so happy to find clothing from Yumi there. It’s one of my favourite shops. The price was a bit ridiculous though. I’ll need to save up a bit before I can justify paying 75 euros for a dress I could buy back home for £35.

Vomero is situated very high up in Italy so if you walk down the right streets you will be treated to a very beautiful view of the sea :)

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I haven’t really done much else. My friends were either ill or studying for exams this weekend so I haven’t been out with them. The weather turned from gorgeous on Saturday to dismal today. I woke up to my shutters on the window banging thanks to high speed wind and rain. Good morning to me. Anyway 8.10am start tomorrow so must get to bed. Ciao x

  

What happened to my third meal of the day?

I’m living with a family here in Italy and the first week was amazing. My breakfast was out ready for me in the mornings, lunch was some sort of pasta dish and then dinner was some type of meat. It is heavenly.

But now that I am entering my fourth week I am noticing a increased lack of dinner. This is the second day in a row and third day in the week that there has been now dinner cooked. I don’t know what the son is eating (is she preparing him something or not?) but I know that I am very hungry.

I cannot really prepare anything for myself because the fridge is permanently low stocked because she buys the food on the day of cooking it. So it’s another night of cracker bread and Nutella. My body doesn’t feel satisfied. I’m paying 400 euros to live here and to be fed, in theory I have the right to bring up this subject but she’s too nice for me complain to. I will just have to grim and bare it. Wah :( 

Saturday 12 March 2011

Mmmmm McVitie’s Chocolate Digestives

Look what I found in an Italian supermarket XD

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I don’t remember the last time I ate one of these. They are, along with Bourbons, one of my all time favourite biscuits. They were no where to be found in Germany, in fact the biscuit isle in German supermarkets were pitiful. I seems that Italians enjoy a good biscuits a lot more than our sausage eating friends (no offence intended).

This box makes me feel very patriotic.

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A sign of legitimacy! They taste legit too nomnomnom.

Friday 11 March 2011

Condolences to Japan

I’m sure you all know but today the most powerful earthquake ever recorded to hit Japan occurred today. The earthquake was a shocking 8.9 on the Richter scale and caused a giant Tsunami, which resulted in more destruction than the earthquake.

Why am I blogging about this?

My boyfriend is from Japan but he studies in the UK. As soon as I heard of the earthquake I phoned him to check that his family were ok. He was asleep and didn’t have clue what I was on about. His initial reaction was that I was exaggerating but when I repeated again and again that it was 8.9 he hung up and phoned home.

Luckily everyone at home is fine. However you could see by his face, during our video chat on skype, that he is very worried about what is going on in his home country. It must be very hard to be so far from home at a time when you country is going through something so horrific. I know as a follow student abroad that even if something like this happened in the North of England, I would still want to go home and be with my family. 

So to any Japanese away from home at the moment my heart goes out for you, especially my friends back in Marburg who live and study in Tokyo. I pray that like with my boyfriend everything is fine, please stay strong. To any foreign students studying in Japan at the moment I pray also for you safety, I hope that you have been able to contact your parents and family back home to let them know you are safe.

Please let’s keep the people of Japan in our thoughts.

Thursday 10 March 2011

Woman peeing in the street at 7.15am. Are you serious?

I’m making my way to catch the Cumana this morning around 7.15 when I catch a woman peeing and then wiping herself clean under the bridge of the Cumana. I was walking right towards her and she didn’t stop or look in the slightest bit embarrassed. I lowered my gaze as I walked past her (I did contemplate crossing the road but it would have been pointless and obvious what I was doing).

I couldn’t believe it though. Firstly this may be a bit sexist but I expect better from women. I don’t like men doing it but at least they can do it quite discretely and without causing too much offense, unless you are unlucky enough to be looking from the wrong angle. Secondly she had been wearing trousers so her whole buttocks and lady regions were on show to the world. I could have forgiven her slightly (very slightly) if she’d been wearing a skirt/dress. Thirdly she picked the worst location. There is a busy road running underneath the bridge plus all the pedestrians (like ME!) who need to walk under it and then up to get to the station. Why not find a nice bush or a fence to hide behind! AND FOURTHLY it was 7.15am for crying out loud! It wasn’t some overly drunk woman stumbling home from a club in the dark and needing to relieve herself because she just can’t hold it in. This was some scummy wrench who just has the decency of a dog!

I don’t understand her, I just don’t. She needs to get some help.

No pancakes for me this year

Not only did I miss pancake day 2011 but I also managed to miss the opportunity to post about it. Better late than ever.

Shrove Tuesday was this week. While Italy was busy celebrating Carnevale, everyone back in the UK were busy stuffing their faces with pancakes. Pancake day, as we seem to have renamed it, is that one day of the year where it is acceptable to each as many pancakes as you like. I usually eat mine with lemon juice and sugar, but eating them with Nutella or jam is just as tasty. 

I was very very jealous reading all of the statuses about pancakes on facebook. It reminds me of how I felt during bonfire night. I’ve always took these British traditions for granted and now that I’m away from home I realise that I actually really enjoy them. That’s the sacrifice you have to make I guess. I may be missing out on my own traditions and festivals but I’m gaining new ones. Carnival, Christmas Markets, Sebastian Vettel’s win and homecoming, 150 years of Italian unity (next week) to name a few.

Yes it’s worth waiting an extra year for pancake day, I’ll just make sure I eat double the amount of pancakes next year to make up for it.

Tuesday 8 March 2011

25 Euros to get into a club!

As the title explains last night I paid 25 Euros to get into a club in Naples.

If that’s not bad enough I then had to fork out an extra 5 Euros for the cloakroom.

Robbery!

I’m not sure if this is the norm here, I hope not, as it was a special Carnival club night. But if it is then I’m happy staying at home next time thanks.

The club wasn’t that amazing. For that price you’d expect some sort of Superclub. It was in tent for a start. For half of the night they played songs that were at least 5 years old if not 10 and there was so much smoke (I’m a post smoking ban clubber).

It did have an advantage over the clubs back home though: no one was drunk. I hate trying to “get my groove on” (haha) when you are being pushed about by rowdy, sweaty, WKD fuelled men. And when they are not crushing you, they are groping you. Yes none of that last night. Aww the refreshing mature drinking culture of continental Europe you assume. No, after paying 30 Euros before even getting near the bar, no one had any money left to buy a drink let alone get plastered.

To say grace or not to say grace?

Last night I had dinner at one of Italian friend’s house.

There was a very awkward moment, for me at least, where the family all sat around the table and said grace very loudly, in Italian of course, and made the movements of a cross twice.

I didn’t join in. It all happened so fast. Part of me felt obliged to join in out of respect but on the other hand I’m not a Catholic and they know this and I was worried that I may have looked like I was just doing it for the fun of it which would have been disrespectful.

I know that I’m just worrying over nothing but I hate awkward moments. To make it worse I didn’t finish my pasta, rejected the offer of bread and cheese (I accidently told the mum that I didn’t like cheese…what?) and then when she gave me the dessert there were at least 4 hairs/ black fluff in it. She caught me picking them out.

I wonder if I’ll get invited round there for dinner again? :S

Monday 7 March 2011

The curse of speaking English

One of the biggest hurdles in your way as an English native speaker on your year abroad is actually getting the chance to practice the new language. Here’s a list of instances where I’ve come across such a problem and possible solutions (if any) that I’ve found.

1. International Students: Many people on their year abroad choose to study as I did in Germany. As an international student it is unfortunately very common that the majority of your friends will be international students too. No problem you say. As international students we will all speak different languages and *German (for example) will be our common language. Doesn’t work like that I’m afraid.

a. There will undoubtedly be many British, Irish, American, Canadian, Australian, South African…. students at your university. It is very easy to end up stuck in a clique with said students. No matter how much you try to resist it, it is very difficult not to make friends with at least a few. That’s ok I’ll just tell them that I will only speak *German with them. Easier said than done. It is incredibly weird and awkward speaking to someone of your native tongue in another language especially if you are alone. Plus you get into the habit of adding in English words or phrases every now and then when you’ve forgot it in *German. This defeats the purpose a little and after 5 or 10 mins you end up giving up completely and reverting back to English.

My Solution: My solution was to try and have a diverse group of friends. I admit I did hang around with my English and American friends a lot, but the majority of my friends in Marburg were East Asian. I was lucky to have made friends with a few who could speak barely any English at all so I HAD to speak German with them. I really envied them though. I wish I didn’t speak English some times.

b. However don’t think that staying clear of the English speakers is going to help. Everyone comes to the university with varying levels of *German and you can easily find yourself with a group of friends who speak little or no *German in comparison to a lovely, fluent like knowledge of English. That’s the problem with English it’s the “international” language which helps us communicate with people from any country around the globe. Great when travelling, a pain in the neck when your on your year abroad.

2. You speak English? Let me show off my English skills to you: One of the most irritating experiences which occurs again and again is when you order/ask/speak in *German and you receive an answer in English. People love to practice their English with you. If they catch a hint of an accent, overhear your conversation with your friend in the line or you hand over your passport to them all of a sudden they switch to English mode. It’s not just strangers who do this. Plenty of the German students in Marburg conversed with us in English. I found it really irritating especially because they had all previously done year abroads in America, Japan etc, how would they have liked it if all the locals had spoken in German to them.

a. My Solution: In Germany I came up with a solution that worked really well. Just completely ignore the person’s use of English and continue to answer in German, even add in bits of German where it completely isn’t necessary just to prove your point and to make them look stupid.They eventually give up. For example:

Me: Guten Tag

Shop Assistant: That’s five euros ninety

Me: Ok, dann gebe ich Ihnen Zehn Euro (pretty unnecessary for me to specify that I’m handing him/her 10 euros)

Shop Assistant: Four euros ten change. Goodbye.

Me: Schoenen Tag noch. Tschuess.

Shop Assistant: Gleich fals (<—ahaha got you!)

 

3. Teach me English: University students are not the only ones who are haunted by the demands of their mother tongue. I am finding it just as difficult to escape it here in Italy on my teaching assistantship. Naturally I am not complaining about having to speak English at the school. It is my job after all. But some people are trying their best to take advantage of my English speaking capabilities. For example one of the teachers has asked for private lessons at her house once a week for 20 euros an hour. Fair enough. But then she’s asking me to come round at the weekends as well because so and so would love to learn some English, oh and come for dinner on Tuesday because my Brother wants to learn. Then there is the son. The son who obviously has no interest in learning English whatsoever but because “learning English is important” I’m expected to go out with him and his mates a few times a week because it would be a great way to improve their English. Wow, good for them, but what about my Italian! Do you really think I want to waste my time speaking English with Italians when I could be speaking, oh I don’t know, ITALIAN with them!!!

My Solution: Make up some excuse and go out with my Italian friends who do not have psycho mums. Eat pizza and speak lots and lots of Italian.

4. Don’t worry my niece/son/friend/dog speaks English: A lot of the adults here in Naples assume that because I am the “Madrelingua”,aka native speaking English assistant, I obviously cannot speak or understand a single word of Italian apart from ciao. They are completely oblivious to the fact that I am living with a family who speak no English at all. “You communicate with hand movements right?”. At the moment everyone is concerned about finding me people my own age to go out with, which is fine. What is not fine is that the criteria for every candidate is that they speak English. In fact I received a message on facebook from a girl who sounds really very nice explaining who she was and that she’d love to go out with me some time. The message was written in rather awkward English “I square that I will learn you a bit Italian if you like” was my favourite part. The reason she chose to write it in English was because “I know you don’t speak Italian”.

My Solution: I wrote a very pleasant message back to the girl saying how happy I was that she was offering to go out with me and that I’d love to get to know her. However I wrote it all in Italian and not to blow my own trumpet or anything but my message to her was a lot better than hers in terms of grammar and accuracy. Fingers crossed her reply will be in Italian and she’ll probably be doubting the sanity of her Aunt who told her that she had to write to me in English because that’s all I can understand.

So yes speaking English is very inconvenient when you want to practice speaking a different language. Japanese, Chinese, Portuguese, Czech, Punjabi, Swahili speakers will never come across this as often and as difficult as we do. To top is all off, having one of the most simplistic grammatical systems we are left with having to learn languages with cases, genders, word order, oh my head hurts just thinking of it. Being a native English speaker is a blessing and a curse all at the same time. 

 

Saturday 5 March 2011

Naples: The city of broken umbrellas

What a lot of rain we’ve had these week. As my host mother has been saying “I must feel right at home”. We’ve even had two thunder storms. This isn’t the weather I was expecting, but I’m luckier than my friend in Forlì who had to put up with Snow.

My poor 3.50euro umbrella from German drugstore DM has been taken a bashing this week and it’s really on its last legs. Normally I would be embarrassed about walking down the street sporting a lopsided brolly but I’m actually not a minority. About half of the people I saw today were holding an umbrella that was broken in some way or another. It seems that the Neapolitans just don’t understand the art of holding umbrellas OR they do not waste their money investing in a decent one as in theory they don’t really need it THAT often. Either way there were plenty of street salesmen ready to sell a new more “reliable” umbrella to desperate pedestrians.

I’m sticking with mine for the moment as I’m more concerned with my broken 7euro boots haha.

Wednesday 2 March 2011

Amazon saves the day.

I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this banner on the Amazon.co.uk website

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Are you kidding me? What’s the catch?

No catch. Just free international delivery when you spend £25. I was so happy. I was looking at buying a cheap printer just to last me up to the end of June but all of the Italian stores, including Amazon Italia were selling all-in-one printers are ridiculously expensive prices.

But thanks to the God that is Amazon.co.uk I was able to pick up a printer for just under £27. It arrived today, 6 days after I ordered it. It in top condition, haven’t tried it out yet but I’m planning on buying some printer paper as soon as the shops open again (in about an hour).

So thank you Amazon you are a life saver. Not only did you prevent me from having to go into a really shop and try to explain in poor Italian what I wanted from a printer but you’ve saved me a considerable amount of money which I can now spend on…umm let’s say…shoes :D