And also this/E anche questo
I really don't remember what it is like to live in New York.
|Hmmmn. That does look familiar.|
For the last two days I have had parent-teacher conferences at T's school. On Day Uno I kissed so much ass, that I actually felt dirty afterwards. It is a long and gossipy story about my pretend outrage that this kind of unhinged professor was removed from T's section. I feel badly about it because she is my kind of crazy and she seems like someone who you could have a great time with IF she liked you. On the other hand, if T is relieved to that she is only teaching one subject instead of two than so am I. My Italian skills might sometimes be inept, but I deserved an Oscar for that one, I tell you.
I don't know how T does it. She is doing like six hours a day of homework. And she has class on Saturdays. I wish this t-shirt at ASOS didn't cost ONE HUNDRED EUROS because that is a ridiculous number of euros for a T-SHIRT, and if it were cheaper I would have gotten it for her.