-Summer in Moskva-

First day = not that bad...?

(No! No! No! Summer is over! Nooooooooo!)

^ now imagine this filling up about 100 lines of this post. Yeah. This is how I feel.

So today was my first day at school, in highschool, in a new school. I was so nervous... No. The word nervous doesn't even describe how I felt last night. I was scared. I didn't sleep the whole night though because different thoughts would come to my mind. 

The first day ended up being not that bad at all. 

First of all many of my friends ended up in the same school as me. Leon, my friend from school and Simply Theatre, was the first person I saw when I arrived. Later on I also met Vikram (who I also know from Simply) and Jasmine (who I did choir with). 

The first thing we had to do is go to our homeroom advisers. I'm really glad that I ended up in Miss Walker's homeroom since she's an extraordinarily charming and simply adorable lady. In my class we have 17 students who seem really nice and friendly. It's a bit unusual that in the whole of Year 10 (yes, I'm now in Year 10 and not Grade 9) we only have two classes (in my old school we had 6 different homerooms). 

Today I also met a couple of my teachers. Overall they are nice people (but some of them are just creepy =P). At recess I met a lot of people. I even got to have a conversation about religion with this guy called Mooney who seems like a big nerd (zoum). 

After school I rewarded myself with a chocolate because during the whole school day I wasn't scared at all.  

Back to school

Little me = ussr patriot?

So I found this at my grandma's house

It's a note I wrote before I even started school. It reads:

"The symbol of USSR hammer and 

sickle unity of workers and 

peasants 

the earns of corn 

15 ribbons 

15 republics

of the Soviet Union"

What the chod??? Why would I ever write that???

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Childhood memories!

Sorry for not posting in quite a while! I'll make sure to post more often from now on.
I came to Moscow on the 23rd of July and stayed at my dacha for a week. The dacha is a house of my childhood. I used to come there every weekend when I lived in Moscow. Now I come there once a year and it really hurts to see how everything is changing. There are cracks on the walls, the toys I used to play with are dusty... Every time I come to the dacha I find my old belongings and pieces of memory.

This time I found my old notebooks from primary school. Check this out!

Monday, the 10th of September. My teacher gave me a 4 just because I put a capital letter? Insanity!

I never had good handwriting... -_-

Overall I was a good student. Too bad I don't remember much of it.

I found so many notebooks with stories and poems I wrote! When I was a little kid I used to write all the time!

Is this a drawing of dad?

Sit down! Let me teach you a music lesson! 

I started doing music when I was four years old. At first we had to illustrate songs. This is a song about an owl! Kawaii! ^w^

Major and minor

Drawing things that are load and quiet (forte and piano)

We did this in music class this year! I learned it when I was four!

In the hall of the mountain king from Peer Gynt

Morning from Peer Gynt

Is there a reenacting your babies photos tag? Now there is!