Exciting things today:1) I applied for graduation! I'm officially on my way out of here (assuming I get through the next 4 days, which is iffy.)
2)I ran into a million people on campus today and used up all of the time I was going to spend on homework. I saw Melanie McMullin and Josh Manwaring in the ASB, and Elise Crane, Chelsea Walker, and Melissa Gurr in the library. My favorite part is the segregation - I saw the WX people one place and the 129th ward people somewhere else.
3)I fell in love with peanut butter tracks ice cream from the creamery. Mmm...
4) Now the real reason for this post. (See the picture on the right, which I'm trying to decide whether or not I should explain. I'm thinking not, but it's funny.)
Yesterday my friend Sheldon invited me to go to the Italian club's movie night. They were showing a movie called Non ci resta che piangre which stars Roberto Benigni and Massimo Troisi, both Italians I love. (Massimo was in the terribly fantastic Il Postino, which I saw at International Cinema last year.)
Of course my first question was, "Will there be subtitles?" I'm well aware of my deficiencies with the Italian language, and I wanted to make sure. Sheldon assured me that there would be subtitles and all would be well, so I agreed to go.
We got to the club meeting and I felt like I was in a foreign country. Everyone was speaking Italian, including the professors introducing the movie. Sheldon was translating the introduction when suddenly he stopped and covered his mouth in horror. His friend on the other side started to laugh. He turned to me with wide eyes and said, "They just said there are no subtitles. I'm SO sorry."
I don't know how many people there were not members of any Italian class, but my guess would be not many. I stayed anyway, and I learned something: Italians talk with their hands a lot. So despite the language barrier, I figured out most of what was going on, and I had Italian speakers all around me for those moments when I didn't have a clue. Sheldon translated some of the more hilarious lines, and Roberto Benigni's body language is so funny that it was pretty fantastic anyway.
Let that be a lesson - don't think you can't watch a movie if you can't understand it. Unless it's a Russian movie, at which point all bets are off.
