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31 Jan 2012

These crazy humans

Why should we study something we barely know about?
Why are we afraid to say "I don't know"?
Why do we believe everything we see?
Why don't we use our logic, compare and analyse?
I'm talking about history, you know.
P.S. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLnyMs4DSk4 (it's in Russian)

27 Jan 2012

My schedule

This is my school schedule.
Maths class is quite fun. Miss Dixon explaines everything so well! I just work like a machine, automatically calculating stuff in my head, writing down numbers as quick as possible. I don't feel tired or interested. I can only feel my brain working.
French class is the weirdest class ever. Especially for Nimsay, who, all of a sudden, starts shouting out random stuff and makes pig noises. I just sit there, trying not to crack up laughing, feeling Mme Farcy's eyes at me. She never says anything about me, it's all about Nimsay, who can't help herself saying "Mwahahaha! Swastika!"
History and Geo are all the same. Mme Roussel walks in with her Adidas bag, a blue beret, a green jacket and jeans and starts talking in her high tone voice. She writes a lot of stuff on the board, underlining, circling, putting arrows and crosses. All that stuff just makes us confused. First she tells us to leave all our books in our lockers, but then she tells us that we have to carry them in our bags all the time. She says that french girls are not hot, but sexy. She talks about pop quizzes, extra credits and projects and can't shut up about music. Are we doing any geo or his? Yes, we do.
English is either quiet and calm or very loud and noisy. We do our work (like book portfolios, wordly wise, grammar worksheets), hearing Missis Manchala shouting out "You're doing the minimum to get by!" "Think outside the box!" "Take that pervergence out of my class! You have a sick mind!" "Put yourself in his/her shoes!" "I'm not illiterate!" "Do not defy me!"
Biology is my favourite subject. With Mme Jaquer we talk about the way our body works. Everyone just sits there with their mouth open. Nobody is ever bored. We're not afraid to say something that would be called pervergence in Missis Manchala's class. It's all very interesting and fun.
Physics is the opposite nobody knows what to do. M Dalache does nothing, so we do nothing.
German class is torture. It's very hot and I can't concentrate. I understand every word Frau  Dolbert says, but I forget it after I hear it. I try to concentrate, but I can't. I love German as a language, but I hate it as a class.
I'm not going to talk about Dance, Music, Arts & Crafts, Art and CSL because it's not that interesting.
So these are the subjects I have at school. What about you?

22 Jan 2012

CLAY!!!

I took some pictures of some of my clay creations. Check them out:
I like to make people I know or name my clay creations. That's me on the first picture.

My cousin

Jess

Tess

Dasha

The emo girl

The sad girl

Masha

Nina

Rita

Agnia

Renata

Tatiana the kawaii girl

Evgenia

Tha teacher

My Grandma

My mum

My aunt

Kalyputch

Joseph

20 Jan 2012

What should the title be?

My ipod is working again! (Yes, Peter. Not anymore.)
Some happy faces now :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

I feel lonely.
I took out our 6th grade class photo and wrote the names of everyone on a piece of paper. How many people are lost in my memory. I want to talk to all these people from the past. I want it to be 6th grade again.
I remember how my relatives used to tell me that people change, make friends with their enemies, become enemies of your best friends. I always replied that I will always be Katja's friend. That even if she leaves we will go to the movies together, skype each other every single day. I was sure we would be friends when we grow up and go to university.
What now?

16 Jan 2012

Nooooo + some replies

Noooo! My ipod broke!!!! NOOOO!!! ;-(((((( My cute little ipod nano broke! NOOOOO!!!

Today I saw these comments on my blog:
Hi my name is Sovasikanikuagalita,
And you only have caviar once a year. It isn't that expensive.
Oh what a glorious life glamourous.
Rich posh and everything. Definetly jealous.
But other than that i like some of ur creations
My reply: Hey, Sovasikanikuagalita! Isn't your real name Francesca? I don't only have caviar once a year. It's just a tradition to get lots of caviar on New Years. But I don't like caviar anyways, so I don't have it in my house most of the time. Thank you.

u don't have to change to be someones friend, u just have to stay the way u are. thus what makes friends friends- people accepting each other just the way they are and not just better. and u said that u want your friends top change so to become like u and u also said that u would not change to become somebody else which is kinda unfair to your friend. so here is my advise- act normal with your friends
My reply: Hey, Sovasikanikuagalita (I actually got to pronounce your name). I also said that I would change if I want to. For example, I changed to be Franny's BFF because she is a friend I would want to be like. Friends are made to teach you how to live and help you to chose your personal character. Yasmin, who's kind of a friend to me, is weird (in a bad way) so I don't want to change to be like her even though she's my friend. And... You can't act normal to your friends. There's no normal acting in life. When you're young you don't quite know your personality yet, so you act very different to different people. For example, I act in a most adequate way to my mum, my grandma, my cousin and my BFF since I trust them and I know that if I do something they won't laugh at me and will understand me if I get into a problematic situation.

So that's it for today, I guess. Thanks for the comments (even though all these comments were from one person).
And some more sad faces:
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10 Jan 2012

It's over.....

The vacation is over... Isn't it sad? This blog entury is going to be all about my vacation.

I arrived on the 19th of December, 2011. On the plane my mum slept and I was chatting to a 16-year-old boy who went to a boarding school near Geneva. We talked about teachers and subjects and... Mostly about school.
My first experience of being in Moscow wasn't very nice. In the tram it was all muddy and crowdy. People were pushing eachother, swearing and caring only about themselves. I nearly got my wrist twisted because somebody wanted to, literarly, get rid of me.

~My Grandma's collection of cats~
On Friday the SOVA united!!! SOVA? It's a club of two members. The members are Sonyash and Vasjok (Vasjok is my cousin). We had a fun time together, revising for the New Year concert and playing with the clay creations I made. Even though she is eight I never get bored with her.
On Monday my mum and I went to the Maliy theater to watch Ревизор. I liked it a lot and wished Vasjok to be with me to watch it too.
On Wednesday I met Andrej. We are friends since we were four years old. I don't have any pictures of him, unfortunatly.

~Andrej's mum and my mum from behind (lol)~
On the 30th Vasjok, my Grandma and I went to watch the Nutcracker. I couldn't believe it! The Nutcracker! With the music I always listen to on the bus! I was sooo happy that I nearly cried! The music was marvelous! You forget everything when you listen to this music. All of us were impressed!
On the 31st all of us went to the dacha. The SOVA members were preparing for the concert and decorating the trees outside and the adults were cooking, and working on the New Year meal.
~Grandma + SOVA~

~Bodyart~

~Funky!~
And it's NEW YEAR!!!
~Foood, glorious foood!~

~Black caviar~

~Say 'hi' to the president~

~Celabration time!~

~Presents!~

~Dragon + Candy!~
And some more FUN!!!
~Snowomen and her child~

~Snow is delicious!~

~FUN!!!~

~What's so funny?~

~I made a brioche myself!~

And theen we went to a museum. Not a boring one!
~I shrunk~
~You could live there!~

~Cloudy with a chance of...~

~Is Nastja heavy?~

~Whata...?~

~Bubbles!~

That's it! So, you should be jealous!