It was going to be fun

It was going to be fun.  I was going to learn the basics.  I was going to finish beginners class one and go on to beginners class two.  I was going to learn to speak Italian. 

I went to my first class.  I had just finished work and I was tired.  When my tutor said “Come sta?” I said “Bene, grazie, E Lei?” in a high voice.  My tutor imitated my high voice and I wondered briefly if I was back in high school instead of in an adult evening class.  Ten minutes later the tutor spoke to me in Italian and pointed at my face.  I tried to interpret what he was saying.  “I look tired?” No, I looked worried and he found this very funny.  I didn’t think it was funny.  He told me to “relax.”  I said “I’ll relax when you stop making personal remarks.”

My tutor didn’t make any more personal remarks, but mostly ignored me from then on, if he could.  I said I would prevail, but I didn’t.  I missed four classes out of ten.  I haven’t done that since I was in high school.

I can’t give up though.  I still want to be able to speak in Italian when I go to Italy.  I said I would.  So, now I have to find somewhere else to take lessons.  *Sigh* Where do I go, where do I go now?