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Santa Scholastica
Feb. 2nd, 2006 | 08:39 am
Beano told me the other day that on next year's school agenda she wants to take precalculus..she's doing algebra 2/trig now. I told her that her USA grandfather was really good at those subjects.
Then she told me," But I LOVE History.." .I told her that she got that, instead, from her USA grandmother..
Yesterday she didn't have a good day, she said. Somedays after school she participates in something called Down Syndrome theater..kids w/Downs Syndrome visit her school and volunteer students play with them and do theater projects with them. Usually she likes this but yesterday, she said,
" everyone was so happy-and I wasn't, and it got on my nerves."
Later she said," One good thing did happen today..." and she showed me the A she received on her "Medieval Monks" paper, which she had abhorred working on, saying she hates monks and particularly Medieval ones..(like our late dog 'Roma').
I asked her if I could read the paper and she said, "sure" so I did.
Now I've learned more about these monks than I ever had before.
Santa Scholastica was St. Benedict's sister and founded the Benedectine convents.
I loved the teacher's comments and also the catagories of the outline of her paper.
Teacher wrote "Good." when Gil wrote that St. Jerome is who said St. Anthony lived 105 years.
Teacher asked," Who was it?" when Gil wrote that Benedict and his community of monks had to move to Monte Cassino, because of a jealous friar.
Gil wrote " Monks may not eat meat unless they are sick." as one of the Benedictine rules, and teacher asked, "Where DID you get this from?"
The outline; Monks and early monasteries, Celtic/Irish Monasticism, IF I WERE A MONK- in which she writes a letter to a friend describing her imagined daily life in a monastery as a male monk;
" Can you imagine what a great thing it would be for a taverna in Sienna to be as quiet as the lifeless bodies in a cemetery?" and," It might sound crazy to you, yet I'm enjoying my relaxed and at the same time frustrating life here. I hated myself when I was dealing with society, but now, now I feel free although technically I am surrounded by so many rules it is like I were in a cage.", " Farewell God knows when we shall meet again" and signed," Gillianus Michaelis"
The only other 2 things I could come up with today to blog about are; The weather- yesterday, which USUALLY is Rome's coldest day of the year, had a record hot day for Feb. 1st.- 22 centigrade or roughly 75 faranheit.
and the mystery of the missing tree.
Our street, via Fonteiana, had new trees planted along it last year. This was good because the only photo journaling experiment I've ever made was a collection of photos of sawed off tree stumps in Monte Verde Vecchio, there are 100's of them. The new trees were given support poles. SOMEONE, GOD KNOWS WHY decided to power saw down the living baby tree outside our building, but they left its dry wood support pole standing, so it wasn't motivated by any need for fire wood. La Portiera, Gianna, and I attempted but failed to resolve the mystery even hypothetically.
The winter days pass one by one and each sundown adds a notch to the waited days for posta lumacha to deliver my letter to the US Postal Service to bring to Leah McFarland in Rio Rancho. I hope it's the Leah I'm looking for, I hope she gets the letter, that the address I used is up-to-date and that she responds to it, though admittedly, I fear a bit, the contrary, every sunrise.
Then she told me," But I LOVE History.." .I told her that she got that, instead, from her USA grandmother..
Yesterday she didn't have a good day, she said. Somedays after school she participates in something called Down Syndrome theater..kids w/Downs Syndrome visit her school and volunteer students play with them and do theater projects with them. Usually she likes this but yesterday, she said,
" everyone was so happy-and I wasn't, and it got on my nerves."
Later she said," One good thing did happen today..." and she showed me the A she received on her "Medieval Monks" paper, which she had abhorred working on, saying she hates monks and particularly Medieval ones..(like our late dog 'Roma').
I asked her if I could read the paper and she said, "sure" so I did.
Now I've learned more about these monks than I ever had before.
Santa Scholastica was St. Benedict's sister and founded the Benedectine convents.
I loved the teacher's comments and also the catagories of the outline of her paper.
Teacher wrote "Good." when Gil wrote that St. Jerome is who said St. Anthony lived 105 years.
Teacher asked," Who was it?" when Gil wrote that Benedict and his community of monks had to move to Monte Cassino, because of a jealous friar.
Gil wrote " Monks may not eat meat unless they are sick." as one of the Benedictine rules, and teacher asked, "Where DID you get this from?"
The outline; Monks and early monasteries, Celtic/Irish Monasticism, IF I WERE A MONK- in which she writes a letter to a friend describing her imagined daily life in a monastery as a male monk;
" Can you imagine what a great thing it would be for a taverna in Sienna to be as quiet as the lifeless bodies in a cemetery?" and," It might sound crazy to you, yet I'm enjoying my relaxed and at the same time frustrating life here. I hated myself when I was dealing with society, but now, now I feel free although technically I am surrounded by so many rules it is like I were in a cage.", " Farewell God knows when we shall meet again" and signed," Gillianus Michaelis"
The only other 2 things I could come up with today to blog about are; The weather- yesterday, which USUALLY is Rome's coldest day of the year, had a record hot day for Feb. 1st.- 22 centigrade or roughly 75 faranheit.
and the mystery of the missing tree.
Our street, via Fonteiana, had new trees planted along it last year. This was good because the only photo journaling experiment I've ever made was a collection of photos of sawed off tree stumps in Monte Verde Vecchio, there are 100's of them. The new trees were given support poles. SOMEONE, GOD KNOWS WHY decided to power saw down the living baby tree outside our building, but they left its dry wood support pole standing, so it wasn't motivated by any need for fire wood. La Portiera, Gianna, and I attempted but failed to resolve the mystery even hypothetically.
The winter days pass one by one and each sundown adds a notch to the waited days for posta lumacha to deliver my letter to the US Postal Service to bring to Leah McFarland in Rio Rancho. I hope it's the Leah I'm looking for, I hope she gets the letter, that the address I used is up-to-date and that she responds to it, though admittedly, I fear a bit, the contrary, every sunrise.