My son Flori's music is on Youtube! http://www.youtube.com/user/mexiflo1986 Check it out, please! I hope to see many of you on facebook.:)) Keep learning languages, everyone. I am speaking and studying German, every day! Sorry, the photo would not upload.:((

So long...Tschuss!...Adios...Good-bye... I will no longer be teaching classes on italki.:( My move to Germany and new and exciting opportunities in my life are taking up every single minute of my time!:)) Italki has been very good to me and I hope that my account will remain online in an inactive state. For any of you interested, I am on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/trina.s.white.7?ref=tn_tnmn Send me an invitation and I may just accept.:) I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank all of my students for making my experience on italki such a successful and enjoyable one. Lastly, my son's original Acoustic Hip Hop music is on Youtube. Check it out at...http://www.youtube.com/user/mexiflo1986 My favorite song is Chinga la Poli. His name is Florian and he really jams. See you all around, I hope! Trina Photo: Trina with son Florian

Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard... “...moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.... A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap-dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an "exhibitionist." How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, "Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!” ― Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

My classroom in Shanghai... Chance by Xu Zhimo I am a cloud in the sky, A chance shadow on the wave of your heart. Don't be surprised, Or too elated; In an instant I shall vanish without trace. We meet on the sea of dark night, You on your way, I on mine. Remember if you will, Or, better still, forget The light exchanged in this encounter. 偶　　然 徐志摩 我是天空里的一片云 偶尔投影在你的波心 你不必讶异 更无须欢喜 在转瞬间消灭了踪影 你我相逢在黑夜的海上 你有你的 我有我的方向 你记得也好 最好你忘掉 在这交会时互放的光芒。

Classes will resume as soon as I am settled in Miami... Check out my new bike. $1, at the garage sale, next door! Only in Florida.:)) May Spring be lovely wherever you are! Trina

One more class with Soonoh and then I´m off to Germany tor two weeks. I will be available for classes again on the first of April. I have packed my camera, but not my laptop! Thanks to my students for helping me to complete 25 italki Sessions within a reasonable amount of time and to achieve a 4.9 rating. It´s all about connecting, so thank you!

Sense and Sensibility screenplay. Based on the novel by Jane Austen. NORLAND PARK - MR DASHWOOD'S BEDROOM - NIGHT In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies, his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing rustling in the deathly hush. A doctor. MRS. DASHWOOD. She is holding his hand, her eyes never leaving his face. MR DASHWOOD (urgent) Is John not yet arrived? MRS DASHWOOD We expect him at any moment, dearest. MR DASHWOOD looks anguished. MR DASHWOOD The girls--I have left so little. MRS DASHWOOD Shh, hush, Henry. MR DASHWOOD Elinor will try to look after you all, but make sure she finds a good husband. The men are such noodles hereabouts, little wonder none has pleased her. They smile at each other. MRS DASHWOOD is just managing to conceal her fear and grief MRS DASHWOOD But Marianne is sure to find her storybook hero. MR DASHWOOD A romantic poet with flashing eyes and empty pockets? MRS DASHWOOD As long as she loves him, whoever he is. MR DASHWOOD Margaret will go to sea and become a pirate so we need not concern ourselves with her. MRS DASHWOOD tries to laugh but it emerges as a sob. An older MANSERVANT (THOMAS) now enters, anxiety written on every feature. THOMAS Your son is arrived from London, sir. MR DASHWOOD squeezes his wife's hand. MR DASHWOOD Let me speak to John alone. She nods quickly and he smiles at her with infinite tenderness.