Italian with grandma

My gram was pretty awesome. For some reason, I just remembered two of the times she threw in a language lesson. Out of the blue by the way.


Lesson one
Gram: (From the kitchen) 'Hey!'
Me: 'Yeah?'
Gram: 'You wanna learn Italian?'
Me: 'Sure!'
Gram: 'Ok! You know pasta, right?'
Me: 'Uh...yeah...'
Gram: 'You know ''al dente''?'
Me: 'Yeah.'
Gram: 'You know what it means? ''Hard as your teeth''!'

Lesson two
Gram: (From the kitchen) 'Hey!'
Me: 'Hmm?'
Gram: 'You know ''mortadella''?'
Me: 'Yeah.'
Gram: 'Know what it means? ''Strikes you dead''!'


And that was the extent of my lessons. 'Arabic with grandpa' wasn't nearly as memorable and I'm haunted by memories of him having me write the letter F over and over cuz he couldn't read my Spanish. You know, when you speak more than five languages and you're older than me, of course your handwriting is gonna be better than mine! The American education system sucks- you didn't experience it first hand.