First Week of Classes and Classes in General

So after having about a week of hanging out, exploring Firenze, and what we like to call "Transportation Fail Day" we had to start classes. I had no idea what classes would be like going into them.
My first class of the week is Wines of Italy, aka wine tasting. It sounds easy I know. And if you thought that, you were right. I enter the classroom and there are marble topped tables with little packets of crackers and a wine class at every seat. I don't know anyone in my class so I pick a random spot at one of the tables and sit down. Everything is going well until one of the people in the class comes in and tries to squeeze in between my seat and the wall. As I scoot my chair in I accidentally tip my wine glass, which is placed upside down so it can fall easily. You can guess what happens next...The glass falls over and breaks. I would be the one to break the glass before class even really starts. Oh well throughout the first half of the semester about 20 glasses have been broken, and only the first one was me! Our teacher is a little man with a wild beard and sweet tinted glasses. The best part about him is that he gets extremely excited at the thoughts of certain wines and sometimes his mouth even starts to water. This dude loooves his wine! So class goes on and we do a little introduction to the course and then he pulls out 3 wines and apologizes that we only get to drink 3 on that day and not our usual 5 wines. This class rocks!
That night we decided to go out and get some food to celebrate a good first day of classes (even though I was the only one of my roommates that actually had a class). So Jeff, Zack, our friend Dani and I head out to find some grub. Dani stops by the hostel she is staying at this semester to ask for good places to eat. When she comes back outside she tells us about some parade that the guy at the front desk of the hostel told her about. We decide to go check it out and we call Ryan and get him to tag along. Who doesn't love parades, right? Well we are looking for the parade route and we come along to Piazza della SS Annunziata where we see a children's chorus practicing for something. We decide to stay and check it out. Eventually the piazza fills up with children carrying paper lanterns and their parents. It ended up we were at Fiesta delle Rificolone (Festival of Paper Lanterns) which is a celebration of the Virgin Mary's birthday. Well we had no clue what this was but there were a lot of people, we heard that the mayor of Florence was going to speak and there were a ton of kids with lanters. It was really cool. And tehn all of the sudden a little kid with a big spitball pipe thing starts shooting spitballs at the lanterns around us. I thought to myself, "what a little prick, shooting this little kid's lantern." Well I guess this is what they are supposed to do because I look around and all the kids are doing it. I guess the point is to shoot the lanterns until the candle inside falls over and lights the whole thing on fire. I am guessing this because none of the Italians there were pissed and a lantern exploded into flames right above my head. We stick around for a little bit to see the mayor speak (even though we can't understand him) and a couple more lanterns burst into flames and then we head back to get some rest for day 2 of classes.
On Tuesdays I have Italian and Mythology. I was somewhat worried going into Italian because during orientation they told us that the professors are not allowed to speak English in the class. Well I was worried at first but that went away after the first class. The teacher doesn't speak English in class but does a good job explain what everything is in Italian and if she absolutely has to uses some English words. It also helps that I took French for about six years which is somewhat similar, and I am surrounded by people that speak Italian. Hopefully I will be able to hold a conversation by the time I have to head home. After Italian I go straight to Mythology. This is a very interesting class. We are learning a lot about both Greek and Roman/Italian mythology. There isn't too much to say about this class besides that.
On Wednesdays I have my Journalism class. This class is really cool. Our teacher explained to us that she used to work for the BBC for around 17 years if I am not mistaken. How cool is that? So this lady really knows what she is doing. During this first class she explains that we are going to learn about all aspects of Journalism and that we are going to have to write a couple articles, one of which we had to write that class. Then we had to edit the articles by the next class and read them out loud. I actually like reading mine aloud because our teacher knows so much and it really helps to have her helping you out. I have really been enjoying this class so far because I have never really done any type of writing like this before.
That brings us to Thursday and another session of Italian. After Italian I have a little bit of a break and then I head to my Public Relations class. Well the first day wasn't the best day to judge the class by. The teacher comes in and tells us that if we don't have to take this class then we should probably drop it because PR is a very boring subject and that he doesn't really like teaching it. He was right about PR being kind of boring, but he makes the class enjoyable by making jokes and informing us about some random parts of Italian life and culture in Florence.
All of my classes are really interesting and enjoyable. None of them are too hard, which is good for a semester abroad, but I am still learning a lot.