Friday, April 27, 2012

Incertezza // Uncertainty



Questo post doveva succedere. Non potevo continuare a fare festa con i texani per sempre. Uno di questi giorni, dovevo tornare al lavoro. E ho lavorato diligentemente sui compiti scolastici, ma e’ stato un brusco risveglio. Le cose sono chiaramente diferenti qui (come ho scritto a lungo gia’). Ma riguardo l’istruzione, questp e’ il piu’ duro a cui abituarmi.

Vedi, con il Professor Kilbourn a Barlow (lui e’ un GENIO ASSOLUTO!!!) e la mia ulteriore formazione ad Assumption, sono venuto considerare come un tesoro l’opportunita’ di imparare e di crescere in mente e spirito come un giovane. Io credo con tutto il cuore che l’istruzione sia cio che ci rende degni della nostra condizione umana, e che l’istruzione (che e’ essenzialmente imparare a usare la propria ragione) sia il dono piu’ grande che si puo ricevere, un dono che non dovrebbe mai essere presa alla leggera.

Quindi, per confrontarmi con questo novo sistema in Italia, mi sento un po’ ‘perso.’ L’insegnamento non e cosi’ personale come nell’America (gli studenti entrano in aula, prendono appunti sulla lezione del professore/essa, e vanno a casa), gli esami sono orali, e non ci sono programmi di studio dettagliati. Questa nuova cultura e’ ancora piu’ evidente nel mio lavoro come assistente di inglese nel Dipartimento di Lingue e Letterature Straniere. I miei superiori mi hanno detto che avrei dovuto sottolineare la conversazione reciproca, me e’ davvero dificile quando gli studenti non sono abituati a esprimere opinioni in nel aula. Ottengo probabilmente 2 o 3 risposte da studenti alle mie domande ogni lezione, che e’ di gran lunga la minoranza. Mi rende molto triste, perche’ per imparare una lingua, e’ necessario parlarla.  Non posso parlare in inglese per loro. Non fraintendetemi: non sono arrabbiato, vorrei solo che si aprino a me un po’ di piu’. Non sono un mostro: non mordero’ le loro teste.

Queste idiosincrasie creano un ambiente di apprendimento veramente indipendente. Il tuo voto riflette la quantita’ di ore che hai messo in dietro le quinte. Mi ricordo del TED Talk di Jonathan Drori che abbiamo visto nel corso di inglese IV di Mr. Kilbourn (link sotto). Studenti italiani imparano a imparare da soli. E la conoscenza indipendente e’ sempre piu’ potente di cio’ che viene propinata. Non ho dato la formazione italiana il credito che merita in questo proposito. In America, e’ necessario creare studenti piu’ indipendenti. E ho lavorato sodo per adeguarmi al sistema: passo sei ore al giorno a studiare, prioprio come ad Assumption. Ma, essendo un nuovo sistema, la domanda e’ inevitabile: sto facendo le cose giuste? Sto lavorando abbastanza? Non sto cercando di qualiasi aiuto o di conferme, come: “Andra’ tutto bene, Daniele.” Se c’e’ una cosa che ho imparato da questa esperienza in Italia, e’ che non anneghero’. Continuo a tornare a questo, ma la cosa migliore di fare in questa situazione e’ aver fede. Devo fidarmi che la mia etica del lavoro sia in grado di produrre buoni risultati su entrambi i lati dell’Atlantico. Speriamo (:
             
English

This post was bound to happen. I couldn’t keep partying with Texans forever. One of these days, I needed to get back to business. And I have been working diligently on schoolwork, but it’s been a rude awakening. Things are clearly different here (as I’ve written about at length already). But in terms of education, that’s been the hardest change to acclimate to.

See, with Mr. Kilbourn at Barlow (he is an absolute GENIUS!!) and my further formation at Assumption, I’ve come to truly treasure the opportunity to learn and to grow in mind and spirit as a young man. I wholeheartedly believe that education is what makes us worthy of the human condition, and that education (it is essentially learning how to use one’s reason) is the greatest gift anyone can receive, a gift that should never be taken lightly.

So to be confronted with this new system in Italy, I feel a little lost. The teaching is not as personal as in America (students come into class, take notes on a professor’s lecture, and leave)the exams are oral, and there are no detailed syllabi. This new culture is even noticeable in my T.A.ing for the Department of Foreign Languages. My superiors told me that I should emphasize mutual conversation, but it’s really hard when your students aren’t used to expressing opinions in a classroom setting. I probably get 2 or 3 students to speak every lesson, which is by far the minority. It makes me quite sad, because in order to learn a language, you need to speak it. I can’t speak English for them. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not mad, I just wish they would open up to me a little more. I’m not a monster: I won’t bite their heads off.

These idiosyncracies create an environment of truly independent learning. Your grade reflects the amount of hours you put in behind the scenes. It reminds of the TED Talk by Jonathan Drori that we watched in Mr. Kilbourn’s English IV class (link below). Italian students learn how to learn for themselves. And independent knowledge is always more powerful than what is spoon-fed to you. I haven’t given the Italian education the credit it deserves in this regard. WE, in America, need to create more independent learners.  And I HAVE worked hard to adapt to the system: I spend six hours a day studying, just like back at Assumption. But, being in a new system, the question is inevitable: am I doing this right? Am I doing enough? I’m not looking for any helping hand or confirmation, like, “It’ll be alright, Daniele.” If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this experience in Italy, it’s that I will not drown. I keep coming back to this, but the best thing to do in this situation is to have faith. I have to trust that my work ethic can produce good results on both sides of the Atlantic. Here’s to hoping (: 

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Tutto e' piu' grande nel Texas....specialmente CUORI // Everything's Bigger in Texas...especially HEARTS



Sorry, Sarah, Lauren, Lea, and Jimmy for not being in the pic...YOU WERE IN IT IN SPIRIT <3

Carissimi Amici,

Vorrei condividere un sentito “grazie!!!” con tutti voi per le vostre amicizie. So che questa lettera puo’ sembrare banale e si puo’ pensare, “Cristo, Daniele, perche’ non basta semplicemente proseguire con la tua vita? Abbiamo visto i tuoi messaggi languidi su Facebook. BASTA. PER FAVORE!!” Ma la verita’ e’ che non si puo’ veramente “proseguire” da un’esperienza come questa. Sul serio: siete alcune delle piu’ simpatiche e piu’ genuine persone che abbia mai conosciuto nella mia vita. Vedete, mentre conoscendo altri amici negli States, ho sempre sentito il bisogno di trattenermi, peccando per eccesso di riservato e tranquillo. Ma ora so che non e’ davvero chi sono: sono un giovane che ama questo dono della vita e cerca di saperne di sfrutarla ogni giorno. Studiare all’estero e come un costante “primo giorno di scuola” quando si parla di conoscere le persone. Sei libero di fare nuove impressioni. Cosi’, in conoscendo tutti voi, mi dicevo, “Dai, liberiamoci. Nessun rimpianto.”

 E lascia che ti dica, non ci sono rimpianti di sorta quando si tratta del nostro legame. Sono davvero benedetto per avervi conosciuti. Mi hai preso nel vostro gruppo e mi hai insegnato come vivere. La cosa di cui sono consapevole riguardo studiare all’estero e che le esperienze che vivi assumono un altro, piu’ alto livello di significativita’. Questa amicizia e’ sicuramente una di queste. Ad Assumption, ero un eremita per eccellenza: tutto quello che facevo riguardava il studiare. Non sono MAI uscito con amici o a feste. E’ diventato cosi’ serio che i miei genitori mi chiedevano, “Daniele, sei sicuro che stai bene?” Dai, sapevo di avere un problema: non devo essere trattato come un malato mentale per capirlo. Quindi, questa esperienza di studio e’ per la maggior parte la scoperta e formazione di questo “nouvo me.” Grazie mille per avermi aiutato trovare “il nuovo Daniele.”

Ho imparato tantissimo da tutti voi. D’ora in poi, faro’ misurare le mie amicizie future conformemente a quelli che abbiamo noi. Mi chiedero’, “E’ una persona FORTISSIMA come i miei amici UTSA? Questa esperienza degli ultimi 2 mesi restera’ per sempre radicata nella mia mente, un esempio duraturo e bellissimo di cio’ che significa vivere con alcune persone molto speciali.

Con affetto,

Daniele

NOTA PER GLI ALTRI CHE LEGGERANO QUESTO POST: SOLO PERCHE’ HO TRAVATO QUESTO “NUOVO ME” NON SIGNIFICA CHE TORNERO NEGLI STATI UNITI E ANDRO’ MATTO. STATE TRANQUILLI (: HO TROVATO UN EQUILIBRIO INTERNO INTEGRALE ….E TUTTI VOI SIETE STATI “CONFERMATI” AHAHAHAHA!

English

Dearest Friends,

I just want to share a heartfelt “thank you!!” with all of you for your friendships. I know this letter may seem cheesy and you may be thinking, “Jesus, Daniele, why don’t you just move on already? We’ve seen your brooding Facebook posts. ENOUGH. PLEASE!” But the truth is, you can’t really “move on” from an experience like this. Seriously: you’re some of the chillest, most genuine people I’ve met in my life. See, in meeting other friends back in the States, I always felt the need to hold back, err on the side of reserved and quiet. But now I know that’s not really who I am: I’m a young man who loves this gift of life and seeks to learn more about it and take advantage of it every day. Studying abroad is like a constant “first day of school” in terms of meeting people. You’re free to make new impressions. So, in meeting you all, I was like, “Hell, let’s just be free. No regrets.”

And let me tell you, there are no regrets whatsoever when it comes to our bond. I’m truly blessed to have gotten to know you all. You took me into your group and taught me how to LIVE. The thing I’ve become mindful of while studying abroad is that experiences just automatically take on another, higher level of significance. This friendship is definitely one of them. Back at Assumption, I was your quintessential hermit: all I did was study. I NEVER went out. It got serious enough that my parents started asking, “Daniele, are you sure you’re alright?” Dude, I knew I had a problem: I didn’t need to be treated like a mental patient to figure that out. So this study abroad experience has mostly been about discovering/forming this “new me.” Thank you SO MUCH for helping me find the "new Daniele."

I’ve learned so much from all of you. From now on, I will measure my future friendships according to the ones we have. I’ll ask myself, “Is this person as epic as my UTSA friends?” This experience of the past 2 months will stay forever ingrained in my mind, a lasting and beautiful example of what it means to LIVE with some very special people.

Fondly,

Daniele

NOTE TO OTHERS WHO ARE READING THIS POST: JUST BECAUSE I’VE FOUND A NEW ME, DOESN’T MEAN I’M COMING BACK TO THE STATES AND “FLYING OFF THE HANDLE.” REST ASSURED. (: I’VE JUST FOUND AN INTEGRAL INTERNAL BALANCE!...AND ALL OF YOU HAVE MADE “THE CUT” hahahahahaha (:
            

Friday, April 20, 2012

Thoughts


Hard to believe this was three years ago... <3 <3 <3
3 years and 5 days ago today, I made one of the best decisions of my still-developing life: I chose to attend Assumption College. Being away from AC during this experience in Italy has really put into sharp relief how special a school it is. I find myself thinking about what I left behind at Assumption every day, because here in Italy, the educational experience is nowhere near as personal. I’m truly blessed to be a Greyhound. My mom recently called me and explained how one of our family friends attended a major conference on Dante at my school. When she told people that she knew me, she was amazed how faces lit up. I’m not trying to be pompous in mentioning this detail: it’s just that I never imagined I’d have such an impact at a school. I’m an understated young man: I don’t like to stick out. But to be able to leave my mark on Assumption, even during a short 6-month absence, that’s a sign of something really special. It’s true what I’ve said all along: your Assumption experience never leaves you. It becomes an integral part of your soul. Even if you’re not religious, the College still manages to truly impact your life. I’ve met some singularly great people at the College: priests who take the label of “father” to heart, an academic advisor who could be considered a father himself, professors who “light fires” every day (see William Butler Yeats), and never get tired of doing so, the fabulous Campus Ministry family that has established God as the one and true center of my life, a super awesome bromate, and so many more. In every sense of the word, Assumption College is a family, one that I am so glad to be a part of. 

Which brings me to recent events. Yesterday, I found out that a student at the College had been supporting Anders Breivik, the Norwegian terrorist who brutally killed 77 people (including children) in 2011. At first, I was livid: how could someone support something so horrid? But then, I thought: I can’t do anything about what one person thinks. What I truly hoped was that Assumption’s reputation would not be soiled. Today, Assumption is FILLED with great people. The graduates of years past have gone on to make positive changes in this world and touch hundreds of lives. The acts of one person should not reflect on the College as a whole. I found myself wishing that I was back at Assumption, ready to defend its honor. I guess the best thing I can do is pray that the family that’s given me so much gets through this fiasco with its mission intact. I love you Assumption! KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON!  
   

Monday, April 9, 2012

On "Bro Love"



I LOVE THIS GUY TO DEATH! BROS FOR LIFE!!!! <3 <3

Dear Connor,

I can’t really express how much your visit meant to me. To be able to see someone from home for even just a short while, it gave me the jolt I need to just remember every day to enjoy life here in Italy. And not just anyone: you are one of my oldest and friends, and I’d like to think our bond deepened considerably during these past three days: the philosophical conversation, the drinks shared, the dance off’s…I don’t mean to be all gushy and emotional, I’m just really really really happy we’re friends. You’re the type of guy that lives life to your own beat, seeking out epic experiences and always quick to share a smile or spread positive vibes. It’s no wonder you and Nicola hit it off hahaha Come to think of it, I think I thought of you when I met him the first time. Both you and he are super chill and super awesome.

Thank you for diving in to Bergamascan culture with gusto (: Not many of my friends have seen what Bergamo means to me first hand. It’s a HUGE part of who I am. Now you know why I gush about it all the time. And for you to accept it with open arms like you did, well that’s the best thing a friend could do. The family dinner, the central church, the crazy Caglioni family, everything that came your way, you just took on saying, “A family dinner? Let’s DO IT BIG!” That’s what I love about you man: You live BIG! Even if you couldn’t speak a word of Italian, I’m sure everyone you met could tell you were an awesome person. Your personality speaks a thousand words…And my aunt was completely serious when she said "come back any time" (: Our door is always open. 

Now, I don’t want this post/letter to reach Pride and Prejudice proportions of cheesiness, so I’ll just say one more thing: thank you for inspiring me. Even when you were making waves at States at Barlow, you always kept it cool and were always the same happy, spunky kid. All you want to do in this life is have fun every day. You’re certainly not lazy, it’s just that not many people (especially stuffy Americans) know when or how to take time out to just enjoy. Thanks a ton for always gettin’ the Led out, literally and figuratively!

                                      I Love You, Man,

                                      Daniele     



    


Monday, April 2, 2012

Mia Divina Commedia // My Divine Comedy


Dante e Beatrice di Gustave Dore
Oggi sono andato a confessarmi. Sentivo bisogno di un nuovo inizio. So che essendo 2 mesi in un esperienza, e’ tardi per premere “riavvolgere,” ma e qualcosa che dovevo fare mentalmente. Vedi, quando sono venuto in Italia, ho giurato che dovrei vivere questa esperienza con mente e cuore aperti, embracing nuove esperienze e un a cultura “nuova.” Piu’ facile dirsi che farsi. Non ho mai pensato che lo shock culturale sarebbe stato cosi’ intenso. Senza nemmeno rendermi conto, sono stato gettato in un ciclo malsano di paragonare l’Italia e l’America ad ogni opportunita’, di solito schierandomi con quello che sapevo a casa. Forse l’ho fatto perche’ mi sentivo il diritto di accettazione nella cultura italiana, essendo un italiano “nativo.” Quando cio’ non e’ avvenuto subito, ho tirato fuori la mia frustrazione su un paese che non la meritava. Come risultato, ho cominciato a sentirmi perso in quello che doveva essere una seconda casa, un orfano in famiglia. Non sto cercando di provare pena per me: era un effetto collaterale della mia cecita’.

Mi sento come se fossi in una sorta di Divina Commedia, e, come Dante, devo trovare la mia stessa Beatrice. Mia Beatrice e’ questa donna, Italia. In questi prossimi mesi, lo giuro (in sincerissima verita’ ora) a fare tutto quanto nel mio potere per riconquistare la sua fiducia. Perche’ come poteva accettarmi nel modo in cui la trattavo prima? Ho imparato la lezione. Te lo prometto. D’ora in poi, guardo sempre al positivo. Adesso cerchero’ di sempre considerare l’Italia come la bella donna che e’, mai di cambiarla secondo la mia visione. Voglio scusarmi sinceramente con tutti gli italiani che ho conosciuto qui: mi dispiace per essere stato cosi’ mentalmente chiuso. Anche se non mi sono espresso a molte persone, sono il tipo di persona dov’e’ possibile leggere le emozioni dal volto. Cosi’ la gente sapeva quello che stavo pensando. E mi scuso. Voglio anchhe esprimere le mie piu’ profonde scuse ai miei genitori che, mi rendo conto ora, volevano solo il migliore per me Sabato sera (e ogni giorno, per questo…). Hanno anticipato questo post…

English

Today I went to confession. I felt I needed a new start. I know that, being 2 months into an experience, it’s late to press “rewind,” but it’s just something I needed to do mentally. See, when I came to Italy, I swore I would approach this experience with an open mind and heart, embracing new experiences and a “new” culture. Easier said than done. I never thought that the culture shock would have ever been this bad. Without even realizing it, I was thrown into a sick cycle of comparing Italy and America at every turn, usually siding with what I knew back home. Maybe I did this because I felt entitled to acceptance into Italian culture, being a “native” Italian. When that didn’t happen right away, I took out my frustration on a country that didn’t deserve it. As a result of this, I began to feel lost in what was supposed to be a second home, an orphan among family. I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself: it was a side effect of my own blindness.

I feel like I’m in a sort of Divine Comedy, and like Dante, I must find my own Beatrice. My Beatrice is this woman, Italia. In these next four months, I swear (for real now) to do everything in my power to regain her trust. Because how could she have accepted me with the way I was treating her before? I’ve learned my lesson. I promise. From now on, I will look at the positives. Now I will try to always look at Italia as the beautiful woman she is, never daring to change her according to my own vision. I want to sincerely apologize to all the Italians I’ve met here: I’m sorry for being so closed. Even though I didn’t express it to many people, I’m the type of man where you can read my emotions on my face. So people knew what I was thinking. And I apologize. I also want to express my deepest apologies to my parents who, I realize now, only wanted what was best for me on Saturday night (and every day for that matter). They anticipated this blog post…