Per Le Studente
January 30th 2010 03:06
I would like to thank last night's 2 weeks in the waiting 11 hour sleep for bringing the piece of mind to write.
Waking up at 5am for work, getting home around 3pm, and then proceeding to l'Italian scuola has been my Monday to Friday routine for the latter half of this month. Intensive courses are tough, that's no joke. I can see how if you have little plans over a holiday period a month long, 5 nights a week language course would be the best idea since the wheel was patented.
But for those of us who aren't on holiday and are working 6 hours a day, it is a test of endurance and mental capacity which had been previously unfathomable. Indeed, for the past two days I have been thankful for the lack of recognition towards how late I have been coming to work. This is due to returning home at 9:30pm every night, allowing a 10 minute wind down period involving peppermint tea and the peaceful, solo routine of checking e-mails.
Some people like to wait till the very end of the day in which to break it all down with a drink or two of some alcoholic inclination. I do enjoy that aspect of rewarding oneself with another full day's completion of activities, yet I do prefer to break throughout the day with the legal addictive stimulants that come in the form of coffee and cigarettes. Either way, it makes everything so much less mundane.
Then there is, more than a break, the celebration as we approach another goal achieved, or even just the end of the week.
I was at Alfredo restaurant, just beside the Basement at Circular Quay, with a group who were celebrating our completion thus far of the Italian course. Food was good, company even better, including a young singer who had confided with us that within the next seven years he will have a total and permanent disability, received through his famliy genetics. Come the end of the night, we encouraged him to sing at the piano for us.
He sat at the piano in the restaurant, got his thoughts and performance capabilities together, and proceeded to belt out that classic Venetian song - I think its called A Sole Mio? He had everyone in the room, including myself, completely captivated and some close to tears.
Regardless of what disabilities and hurdles he will come across in his lifetime, it is obvious singing is one thing that is guaranteed to see him through.
So may we say, Salut!
Waking up at 5am for work, getting home around 3pm, and then proceeding to l'Italian scuola has been my Monday to Friday routine for the latter half of this month. Intensive courses are tough, that's no joke. I can see how if you have little plans over a holiday period a month long, 5 nights a week language course would be the best idea since the wheel was patented.
But for those of us who aren't on holiday and are working 6 hours a day, it is a test of endurance and mental capacity which had been previously unfathomable. Indeed, for the past two days I have been thankful for the lack of recognition towards how late I have been coming to work. This is due to returning home at 9:30pm every night, allowing a 10 minute wind down period involving peppermint tea and the peaceful, solo routine of checking e-mails.
Some people like to wait till the very end of the day in which to break it all down with a drink or two of some alcoholic inclination. I do enjoy that aspect of rewarding oneself with another full day's completion of activities, yet I do prefer to break throughout the day with the legal addictive stimulants that come in the form of coffee and cigarettes. Either way, it makes everything so much less mundane.
Then there is, more than a break, the celebration as we approach another goal achieved, or even just the end of the week.
I was at Alfredo restaurant, just beside the Basement at Circular Quay, with a group who were celebrating our completion thus far of the Italian course. Food was good, company even better, including a young singer who had confided with us that within the next seven years he will have a total and permanent disability, received through his famliy genetics. Come the end of the night, we encouraged him to sing at the piano for us.
He sat at the piano in the restaurant, got his thoughts and performance capabilities together, and proceeded to belt out that classic Venetian song - I think its called A Sole Mio? He had everyone in the room, including myself, completely captivated and some close to tears.
Regardless of what disabilities and hurdles he will come across in his lifetime, it is obvious singing is one thing that is guaranteed to see him through.
So may we say, Salut!
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