"It's my room-mate, Giovanni Caputo," he sighed, explaining that the diminuitive journaling teacher had let out a series of loud, thunderous snores out of all proportion to his small frame. The room-shaking snores got so bad, in fact, that Flynn was obliged to sleep on the floor in the other room. "And I still heard him snoring through the shut door," he said.
Student Katie Haak chimed in. "He should see an E.N.T. doctor-- that's ear, nose, and throat."
But Flynn's mind was already off to other matters as he squinted out into the piazza, looking puzzled.
"I swear I just saw Johnny Cash walk into the market," he said.
Over at the Atrium, people were still abuzz over Atrium administrator Donna Galletta's Tuesday night cooking class, in which gnocchi were made from scratch. "Donna pre-boiled the potatoes," graduate assistant Nicole Luccarelli told me. "And then we did the rest. They didn't look like gnocchi you buy in a restaurant-- but that's what made them special!"
Writer, journalist, musician, and "divette" Afi Scruggs let out a sigh of pleasure when asked about last night's cooking. "It was great!" she said with enthusiasm. "We rolled the gnocchi with a fork to make the little ridges. And you should have seen Amanda Kulakowski rolling and chopping!"
Chris Nelson was so happy with the cooking class that he was already looking forward to next week's lesson. "I signed up for all four," he said. "When I go back to the U.S., I'm bringing back some cooking skills."
