Tomorrow will be day number 11 of my Italian 1 class, and it is the first day any homework is actually due. On top of that, it's essentially writing three sentences in Italian all along the lines of "My name is Jeff. I am from Santa Barbara." When confronted about homework, our instructor said, "Well, you have a workbook, don't you? And are there answers in the back? Yes there are. So why would I want something you already have the answers for?" Since every now and then the book asks you to write something it can't correct (such as your name), these are the only parts he wants. It's like some weird kind of reverse psychology that doesn't actually work.