I came back!)
Two weeks passed! Two weeks after my return to Moscow! And I missed... I missed my friends, classmates, teachers, and the most important - I missed my family! It doesn't matter that all those two months we communicated/ I missed them! A lot!
So, after my long and very tiresome flight from Montreal to Moscow, with a little stop in Amsterdam, I, at 18.00 (Moscow time), landed at the SVO airport. And from that moment I was surrounded by.. Russian. To tell the truth I didn't miss language, at all. There in Canada, it was so interesting for me to communicate in French or English. I liked that so much, that hearing Russian was like torture for me. I didn't want to speak on it, there was no wish to hear it (on streets) because it was inappropriate for me there. It was something strange for me.
But here Russian is native so I had to "forget" French and English and start to speak great and mighty Russian.
To tell the truth, my return to Moscow to Moscow, to be more precisely my return to school, was a real surprise for me. Many people were glad to see me. Many, nor two, nor five, it was a quite large number. Well I was glad, and it was very pleasant for me that someone remember me.
And now my school everyday life began. Study, additional classes, home, friends. I will return to my hobbies: I will continue my photography classes, I will continue my study at school. And the most important: now I will start choosing the further future. There are two years more and it will be time for me to choose the further course of life. But don't worry, I will continue to write notes in the blog about the life of the sixteen-year-old teenager.
Wish me luck!
Two weeks passed! Two weeks after my return to Moscow! And I missed... I missed my friends, classmates, teachers, and the most important - I missed my family! It doesn't matter that all those two months we communicated/ I missed them! A lot!
So, after my long and very tiresome flight from Montreal to Moscow, with a little stop in Amsterdam, I, at 18.00 (Moscow time), landed at the SVO airport. And from that moment I was surrounded by.. Russian. To tell the truth I didn't miss language, at all. There in Canada, it was so interesting for me to communicate in French or English. I liked that so much, that hearing Russian was like torture for me. I didn't want to speak on it, there was no wish to hear it (on streets) because it was inappropriate for me there. It was something strange for me.
But here Russian is native so I had to "forget" French and English and start to speak great and mighty Russian.
To tell the truth, my return to Moscow to Moscow, to be more precisely my return to school, was a real surprise for me. Many people were glad to see me. Many, nor two, nor five, it was a quite large number. Well I was glad, and it was very pleasant for me that someone remember me.
And now my school everyday life began. Study, additional classes, home, friends. I will return to my hobbies: I will continue my photography classes, I will continue my study at school. And the most important: now I will start choosing the further future. There are two years more and it will be time for me to choose the further course of life. But don't worry, I will continue to write notes in the blog about the life of the sixteen-year-old teenager.
Wish me luck!
