its the first of august, can you believe it?? august... its a strange month, i still have grade school associations, but i am trying to feel positive, as in, its august, its still beautiful, and just think ( Read more... )

everything is kasha.

in class the topic of the week has been "home"... that is: rodina, motherland. its pretty intense to discuss, as naturally lots of other issues arise: patriotism, nationalism, what defines "motherland", language, ethnicity, racism... we are specifically discussing russia, but i can't help but think of my own homeland, vermont... one thing ( Read more... )

sleep late, do work all day...i wrote this paper comparing russian and american cultures in their relation to shoes/feet and where we can and cannot walk... it may be a bunch of bullshit, but its based on experiences and observations, so there has got to be some truth to it ( Read more... )

первая пятница у русской школы...значит, много вина, много сплетницы, и хорошо сидели мы под звездами ( Read more... )

... сюда, в русскую школу ( Read more... )

thursday i take the examination for my certification ( Read more... )

i'm going to oregon right.....now! see you when i get there.

so this is from the summer of being 16 in oregon visiting molly and jared. its taken in jared's room (he is to my right). what isn't in the picture is a huge plastic bong and a gigantic Nirvana poster. i found this picture among molly's things. its as if i had forgotten about my whole bad attitude+insane fashion days..

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i am back in vermont. the intrepreter training starts soon, delayed by deaths in the family of the teacher... i can't help but think that i could still be over there and not here not here. home comings are always disappointing. you find that nothing has changed, there are now leaves on the trees but your friends are still lushes and your mother ( Read more... )