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Everyday Italian: Learn from Newspaper Headlines 2

^ above: At the wedding lunch, [he] betrays his wife with his [male] friend.

Fell in acid, Lecchese dies after three months.

Terrible accident: a woman run over and killed in the crosswalk.

Alarm on the Grigna (a local mountain) – six hikers lost.

left: It’s a long story, read it here.

right: Marconi Cinema closes

Old hospital is a dump

Clean Lecco – the street cleaners return to the street (I hadn’t noticed they were missing).

The “spider” Corti fights for life. At first glance, this headline seems very strange, but if you live in Lecco, you know what it’s about: the Ragni [spiders] of Lecco are a longstanding club of local mountaineers, famous for exploits such as the first ascent of K2.

Bandits on the run – shoot-out in Valsassina

Autos in the center [of town] – 1000 new traffic fines

Car taxes in the Lecco area – sting for 9 cars out of 10

Minors and disagio – boom in foster care in the area. Disagio is difficult to translate. Agio means comfort, feeling at ease. Disagio is the opposite, but it’s also used as a bureaucratic/social service term for severe family troubles, economic and social disadvantages, etc.

Got any good headlines to share?

Everyday Italian: Learn from Newspaper Headlines

^ Chiavenna, Dec 2006

Madesimo: costs of tele-heating* inflame the town

Talamona: criminal blaze destroys the kids’ nativity scene.

At the newstand: the book K2

Chiavenna: offerings stolen from the nativity scene

Two tourists injured on the ski slopes in Madesimo

*Teleriscaldamento, available in some Italian towns, recovers heat from power stations and pipes it into homes.

Chiavenna, Dec 2006

New Year’s Eve in the piazza: Chiavenna live on TV

Provera [says]: “No to the Muslim demands. We’ll/let’s defend our nativity scenes.”

Dec, 2006 – There were a few stories around Italy (though not, I believe, in Chiavenna) about nativity scenes being removed from schools after protests from non-Christian (not necessarily Muslim) parents. Provera, whoever he is, evidently tried to make political capital out of this.

Out With the Old, In With the New

The first time I visited Milan was in early January, 1991 – it must have been right after the New Year. We arrived in the city late at night and had to walk some way to find our hotel.

As we went, I asked Enrico if Milan’s garbage collectors were on strike or something. I was startled by the amount and nature of the garbage on the sidewalks: old appliances and furniture, heaps of trash, broken dishes and glassware, all scattered untidily around as if everyone had suddenly heaved all their old junk out the windows at the same time.

Which was exactly what they had done. Enrico explained to me that it was an Italian custom at the new year to replace old, worn out housewares. Traditionally you threw the the old stuff out the window at midnight on New Year’s, to signify your readiness to welcome the new year into your home.

This was never as popular in northern Italy as in the south, and I’ve hardly noticed it in Milan since that year, but they tell me that in Napoli the custom is still going strong: you don’t want to be walking under anyone’s windows at midnight. But then, you don’t want to be much of anywhere in Napoli on New Year’s: every New Year’s Day the media trot out the statistics on the night’s deaths and injuries due to over-enthusiastic use of fireworks and even firearms. Everyone wants to make a big bang to welcome in the new year, and often they’re too careless (or drunk) to see where they’re aiming. Italy’s north-south prejudices aside, there do seem to be more fatalities in Napoli than anywhere else in the country. Too many guns in circulation.

As for house junk: I tend to get rid of it throughout the year. Even with plenty of space in our new home, I feel oppressed by too many possessions, and give short shrift to the idea that “we might as well keep it around, we might want it someday.”

This year we actually have some housewares to get rid of: the old, scratched, survivors of a set of drinking glasses I bought years ago at an outlet store in downtown Milan. They were so beautiful back then: slightly pear-shaped with heavy bottoms, delicately tinted in six different colors, and two sizes, tall and short.

After we moved to Lecco and had, for the first time in our lives, a dishwasher, I was suddenly dismayed to realize that they had lost all their color: “not dishwasher safe” was a new concept to me. Ah, well. Reflect upon the evanescence of material objects, and heave them out the window.

NB: Don’t forget your red underwear!

What are your New Year’s customs?

Living in Italy: Personal Reflections of a Long-Time Foreign Resident

If You’re Thinking of Moving to Italy…

Many foreigners dream of living in Italy, and some manage to make that dream come true – and then may find it’s not so dreamy after all. This is my personal experience of living in Italy – the good and the bad. Your mileage may vary.

Also see my pieces about living in Italy.

And read Rebecca’s View – sharp, real, and extremely funny reflections on life on a farm in Umbria.

Exchange Student Programs

If you are interested in coming to Italy as an exchange student (high school), here are some resources, try Intercultura (based in Italy, does exchanges both ways). NB: I have no affiliation with this organization and know very little about it! But they certainly know more about student exchanges in Italy than I do.

Want to Come to Italy as an au Pair?

Ask my friends over at Euro-Placements

Got Any Good Tips or Links for Living in Italy?

School Cheating in Italy

School continues to be hell, not just for Rossella, but also for her parents. She scraped through her repeat second year at a new (private, Catholic) school with two academic debits (failed classes) – math and physics, as always.

Being in private school has advantages: last year she had private tutoring in math from a retired teacher with whom she got along very well, and even came close to passing a test or two towards the end of the year. Her regular math teacher was pleased with her progress, and actually in tears at losing her to another teacher this year.

This new teacher appears to be… inexperienced. While discounting for Ross’ prejudices against teachers, and especially math teachers, I do suspect there’s a real problem there. Ross’ story is that the teacher can’t keep control of the class or keep their attention; suggestions from the students on how to do so (e.g., have them do problems on the board, as their previous teacher did) were not heeded for long. So the teacher, out of some spirit of revenge, or because she thinks they should know the stuff, gives them long and complex tests which few of the class have any hope of getting through.

One group of students decided to divide up the test, each doing a part, and then swap their results. Those results were not necessarily correct, but at least they got through the whole test, which is more than most of the students toughing it out on their own were able to do.

I don’t know how they are pulling this off under the teacher’s nose – like most teachers in Italy, she seems to be blissfully unaware of (or deliberately ignoring) the massive cheating that goes on in her classroom.

This has long been a mystery to me. Every child and parent you speak to in Italy is well aware that cheating goes on. Many parents will admit to having done it themselves, and tacitly or explicitly condone their own children’s cheating. So how can the teachers not know that it’s occurring? Perhaps those who choose to become teachers were such academic swots (secchioni – big buckets – is the Italian term) in their own schooldays that they never needed or wanted to cheat, and therefore never learned the techniques, and don’t know what to look out for.

This widespread cheating is damaging in so many ways. In situations like the one with the current math teacher, Ross and others who don’t cheat will fail the test – without the cheating, according to Ross, almost all of the class would have failed that particular test. Were that to happen, the teacher and the principal would (I suppose) have to take note. I’m not a strong believer in bell curves, but if 90% of your class fails, something went wrong that you can’t just blame on the students.

However, those who cheated got higher marks than they otherwise would have, skewing the results. Were the teacher to be confronted on her unsuccessful teaching style, she could point to those kids and say: “Some of them obviously succeeded in learning from me.” They didn’t – they cheated. So the teacher can continue to believe that she’s doing a good job. And Ross, and others, will continue to struggle and fail – honestly.

Last year at this school, a girl close to graduating was discovered to have been cheating on her Greek tests for years. She was not allowed to take the maturita’ (school leaving exam), and was forced to repeat the year. But why did it take her teachers so long to catch on?

Jun 26, 2007 – The math teacher finally caught on when, on the last test of the year, 90% of the tests turned in were identical. Only Ross and one other student (out of a class of ~25) had not cheated. The teacher zeroed out the results of that test and gave another one the following week, which was to Ross’ advantage as she had not done well on the first one. But the teacher did not go back and re-evaluate what had happened on the previous tests, nor did she recalculate anyone’s final grades.

To my mind, there should have been a penalty for the cheaters. All these kids have now learned by experience that cheating is fine, as long as you can get away with it, and there are no real penalties even when you do get caught! And this in a class where the physics teacher had earlier been angry over the degree of cheating he observed on one of his tests, and warned them that if it happened again there would be consequences. But when it happened again with a different teacher, there were no consequences. Again, very poor moral lesson: if one "boss" catches you misbehaving, try it on another.

Situations like this make me just want to go and slap somebody.

Your thoughts and experiences on this?