Counting on it

A few weeks into the meat of the quarter I had an interesting experience. I was counting the students in the class and got to dodici and wondered where tredici was. At which point I stepped back and realized with a start that I had just counted out the class in Italian. It wasn’t intentional. In fact, I have never counted attendance in Italian, even for practice, so it isn’t like this was just synapses firing in a pattern I had established. It hasn’t happened again since and I would be the first to claim I am far from fluent. In fact, I can barely respond appropriately when somebody asks me my name and where I am from. Nonetheless, it was still kind of cool!