a moment of truth....oh wait....

every morning from 8:45-10:45am, morgan is tossed into a small cage with a large lion and waits to be slowly consumed for two hours, her internal organ ripped out one by one. in reality, this small cage is actually her italian classroom, the large lion her actually-really-petite italian teacher, and her slowly diminishing organs her quickly diminishing dignity. for the first few days morgan wondered how she would get out of this one--she actually is a fairly decent converser, except when she feels intimidated and then she gets really nervous and any/all synapses that connect the english and italian-speaking parts of her brain instantly are fried. this was the unfortunate case until morgan discovered the cunning art of LYING. yes, morgan is now a pathological liar in her italian class, so that she can dig her way out of instances when she mixes up verbs and tells her teacher that she "worked the table" instead of cleaning it (morgan left the working of inanimate objects such as tables and poles for more intimate settings, okay?) why yes, i worked the table, BECAUSE I BUILT IT MYSELF, THANKS??? once started, morgan can't stop. at first it was unconscious, but when morgan needed 30 more words for her italian essay, that extra brother named anthony who lives in new york, really came in handy. morgan only realized what a problem it was becoming when she was desperate and slipped and told her teacher that her mom had cancer. as in currently, because morgan is pretty sure that she used the wrong tense on accident. well okay this sounds worse than it actually was (actually, i'm aware, okay?) okay so the premise is as follows: professoressa benedetta was grilling morgan on why she didn't have pets when she was little, and saying that morgan's parents didn't think that her, hunter, and hailey (well, obvi anthony, too) could take care of pets because they were irresponsible and couldn't even keep their rooms clean--that was too much trouble, not to mention required three different tenses including subjunctive. it was much easier to say "mia mamma era malatta". morgan thought this sufficient, after all, what kind of evil person would ask you to explain why your mother was sick? oh, benedetta, how convenient. she kept grilling morgan, so finally it just came out--"malatta, era cancro" (cancro=cancer). silence. very awkward silence. "mi dispiace" another awkward silence. now while morgan should feel bad, sacrificing marilyn's good health due to her inability to speak italian (and the fact that she realized the verb-tense mistake as soon as it happened, yet was too lazy to correct herself), she couldn't help but feel twice as relieved since benedetta didn't call on her again the ENTIRE class period. GREAT SUCCESS!!!! sorry marilyn, it's a good thing you don't have the link to my blog, otherwise you would know that NOT ONLY DO I SMOKE POT BUT THAT EVERYONE IN MY ITALIAN CLASS THINKS YOU HAVE CANCER!!!!!! oh man.