30 junho, 2014

Italian, German or, after all, Brazilian?

Postado por Camila Rafaela Felippi às 6/30/2014 01:27:00 PM
One more semester of school is over. The third semester. I've never been so happy to finish a season of studies. It was a very difficult period. I don’t know why. Maybe I didn’t adapt myself to the new city yet. Blumenau is very different from Ascurra. I miss a lot Ascurra. Of course Blumenau is better in several respects, for example, here is all: supermarket, pharmacy, shops, my college and my job. But it's hard to be surrounded of German nationality when I grew with the Italian dialect. And I'm not talking about the accent. People are very different. In Ascurra everyone knows each other. You go out in the street and talk with many people. You can leave your house with your gate open. You know even the dogs in your whole neighborhood. You can speak with “R or L pulled” (how we say, like Spanish people) and nobody will make fun this. I felt very safe there and when I moved to Blumenau many things changed. It’s very strange to me walking down the street and don’t have anyone to talk to.

Now things are getting better. I already know the drivers and conductors of buses. I always gave a good morning to board in the bus and now they look at me already waiting my good morning. And there's also the janitor. Sometimes, in the morning, I find him cleaning the lobby of the building.
At college the things wasn’t good. I didn’t like some teachers and some subjects. And about the oral presentation, thank you for your good wishes, I was really happy with your comments! My score was 10. 
Because of the college I disappeared from the blog. All the teachers were crazy and gave us a lot of homework. One of this was a business plan. In a team of four, we had to create the organizational part, financial, human resources, marketing, strategic analysis and competition from a company that we had to create. So we create an Italian delivery food called NonnaMangiare. It was so hard.
I never felt disheartened before. I had studied about it and I thought it was something like dismay. But it is somewhat different. What's worse: I don’t know why. What makes me happy now is get home, lie down with my boyfriend and my guinea pigs to watch novel. Maybe it was because in recent days I've had so many homework and tests that have left me very stressed. Or it’s age. Friday is my nineteenth birthday. And what's the best? Brazil will play Friday because of the World Cup, that’s why I'll leave my job three hours before. I can go home. I can go to Ascurra.

video
This is the video we did! Who speaks here is my two 
grandmothers and my boyfriend's grandfather
in our Italian dialect

8 comentários:

the dogs' mother on 6/30/2014 2:18 PM disse...

My daughter studied anthropology/linguistics in college. She feels your pain! :-)

anne marie in philly on 6/30/2014 7:02 PM disse...

oh man, I remember my college days; they were not easy!

the USA plays belgium this week; I forget which country is playing against brazil. may the best teams win! perhaps USA/brazil will play each other?

and HAPPY BIRTHDAY! a bit early, but you should celebrate all week long!

Christine on 6/30/2014 8:05 PM disse...

Happy Birthday! My son turned 19 in April.

Pat Hatt on 6/30/2014 8:45 PM disse...

Uggg those days I do not wish to ever go through again. Hope you have a great birthday.

SG on 7/01/2014 12:42 AM disse...

Happy Birthday

Tracy Terry on 7/01/2014 11:23 AM disse...

Its never easy to move but you already sound as if you are settling well and then of course you have that video to remind you of home.

Wishing you all the best for your birthday.

Lisa Isabella Russo on 7/01/2014 8:52 PM disse...

I'm sorry that the move was difficult for you. I hope it improves. I can tell you are already a bright point in many people's day! Congratulations on your great result with the speech and I hope school continues to go well for you.

Lady Lilith on 7/03/2014 3:34 PM disse...

Happy Birthday. At least you will get to celebrate with good game.

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