Expository Essay. Trust.

warning: i wrote this when i was like 12 and i thought it was a good idea to post it online but guess what this is shit dont use this as reference

This summer I learnt a lot about trust and trusting people. The more time I spent with my friends and family the more I learnt about trusting people. You trust different people differently. Some of them seem trustworthy and make you want to tell them your biggest secrets from the very start, whereas you still wouldn’t rely on some people even if you’ve known them for “100 years”.  So this essay is going to be on what I have learnt about trust during the summer.

               Let’s start from something many people would agree on. Most of us think that we trust people we know a lot. Our parents, our best friends, relatives, or cousins; these are the people closest to us. They have known us since a long time and we know them too. These people surely know what present to give you on your birthday or just how to make you happy. So do you. But sometimes when it comes to things like secrets you would rather not tell them anything. Telling a stranger something you might be even ashamed of would be easier than telling the same thing to a close friend. Even if a stranger will always be stranger, it sometimes easier to tell them something you don’t want anyone to know about because you know that you’re surely not ever going to see them again. Looking into the eyes of your best friend every day and knowing that they know your biggest secret in the world could be tough. What if it’s a secret that you’re very ashamed of? Knowing that you’re not the only one in this world knowing it makes it easier, but knowing the person who knows it too is not.

               So sometimes is talking to a stranger is easier than talking to a friend? But people we feel easy to talk with are the people we trust. So we trust strangers more than friends? What’s so special about friends then? The thing about people who are close to you is that you surely know that they won’t let you down. That’s how we trust them. You know that if you’re having a hard time they’ll help you even if means risk to them. Trust isn’t only about secrets. It also is about help. Would you want a stranger to help you even to hold your bag? You surely wouldn’t because you don’t know them. Strangers can’t betray you either because they’re not your friends. You can’t blame them for not being honest with you. That’s why there’s a difference between friends and strangers.

            So my conclusion is that there’s no such a thing as trust.  You can’t define it with one word because it has such different definitions. You trust different people differently. Some are good for keeping your secrets and some are the best advice-givers. Indeed, sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger than a friend, but it doesn’t mean you don’t trust them. It’s your choice who you want to talk to or get advice from. After I discovered more about trust I don’t feel ashamed of myself anymore that I, sometimes, don’t want to tell my friends something. It made me understand that trust can be described in different ways and doesn’t always have to be about friendship.

First days of school

School started on the 28th of August. It seems like a lot time ago. Now all my summer experience seems like a dream or something I have imagined myself.
I don't really want to talk about the very beginning of school (how I met my friends, the bbq, etc.). I'll just tell you that my homeroom teacher is called Mr. Woodbridge. I'm in the same class as Franny, Yasmin, Emma and many other of my friends. There are a lot of Russian-speaking people in my class. There's Feodor who looks like a gangster or a bully, Anastassia, Artem and the others. Our classrooms are located at the Montblanc building just like in 6th grade. We have small lockers while the frenchies have the big ones in the Eiger. Everything feels like 6th grade. I have Miss Stierly for Maths, Frau Weinz for German just like in 6th grade. The only new teacher I have this year is M. Hartmann for Science. He's super attractive and is very nice. The rest of my teachers are like in 6th or 7th grade.
For English I still have Missis Manchala. I somehow managed to get in trouble with her our first English lesson. She told us to write an essay (she calls everything an essay) either about our holiday or our room. I had no inspiration, what so ever, so I sat there staring at a blank sheet of paper in front of me. She also read us this story called "The heart of another." It was hard not to laugh because of the way she talked. I had a feeling that she was trying to imitate an English accent. The funniest thing was that she said "wOs" not "was".
I think that's everything about my first days of school.
C YA!!!

SUMMER!!!!!!

Tomorrow is going to be another school day. Another boring school day just like two months ago when I left for vacation. I didn't know what was waiting for me, but now I do and I wish I had more time. This is how it started:

My relatives were waiting for me at the airport. Excited, we drove to the datcha where the others were waiting for us. Dasha, Vasyok's 12-year-old cousin and her friend Sonya were also there. This is the video I made when I came there:

Sadly Sonya left the next day, but we still had fun all together. The three of us watched Brave at the cinema. It was really scary and my cousin and I screamed all the way through. We also visited the zoo...

Cute owl!!!

...And Kolomenskoye.

But soon it was time to go to Montenegro. Since the next day after the day of our arrival was my dad's birthday, he took me straight to Kolasin where we celebrated it.

Celebration time!

After that my dad and I went to Krucha where I got sick. I had a terrible cold.

Montenegro is beautiful!

But after two weeks I had to go back to Moscow. In Moscow I spent three nights at my dacha.

We played with LEGO!!!

And then...

 I made cookies!!! (shaped as cats and stuff)

 Chalk drawings at the cellar!!!

 The Lenin room (ok! There was a room with a huge picture of Lenin and other stuff to do with him. Random...)

 We went to a park

 That's the place where Matt was dancing when he went to Moscow.

My aunt's cat, Lemur (it's a girl), is so cute!!!

I found her sleeping like this the night before I left

And I had to leave. *sniff sniff* Bye-bye, Summer... 

The 1st of July

This is my last post before I leave to Moscow. And I leave tomorrow!!!!! I'm not going to have internet all the way there, but as soon as I arrive to Montenegro I will tell you how things are going. I'm also thinking of having a vlog. By the way my youtube channel is sonyash26 (of course).
Wish me good luck and I will see you guys soon.
Biiiii!

It's gona be Friday, Friday. End of school on Friday! Everybody's looking forward to the holidaays!

We went on a field trip today. It wasn't one of the best ones. The place was really nice.
We were divided into groups. Half of us went tree climbing and the other half went to this sledging thing. It's like a roller coster.

It's like at the picture only without the snow.
It was really fun. the first time I went with Yasmin and we were really scared. It was Yasmin's first time and my second. It was very steep and had many turns. The second time we were singing the ABC song and "the final countdown". After three rides with Yaz I went down by myself two times without braking. Then I went down with Franny at full speed. I felt kind of dizzy after all that.
We had lunch next. Since I was hot lunch the school provided me with a picnic lunch. I had a ham sandwich with butter, chips, an apple and a farmer bar that I traded for a twix. Yasmin gave me two pieces of pizza and I had some of Franny's cherries.
After lunch we went to tree climbing. It was really boring. I usually love tree climbing. It was very fun when I first went there with the summer camp and it was a m a z i n g at Peter's birthday party last year. There where too many people (it felt just like The Hunger Games) and the level of difficulty went from black to green. There was even a really hard one on which I cried. I was stuck on that one for like 20 mins and so did Yasmin. When the two of us came down (Franny was behind us for some reason) we decided to go on a very easy track that was actually made for little kids. Together we went on the zip-line about five times and Liddy took pictures of us using Franny's camera.
The bus ride made me feel sick. Since the school buses went to get the 8th graders from Europa Park we had to ride on these other ones.
After school Franny and I decided to go to a cafe. It had a very funny name - Happy Days. It still makes me giggle. XD =D Anna joined us. Even though we waited for our food for a long time I really liked it. My pancakes were delicious and the sirop was great! I took the leftovers home. Franny took tost with eggs and bacon and Anna took crepes. All together we paid for fries.
I went home at 5 and called my Grandma straight away. Had a lot of things to tell her, didn't I? pkht

I survived!

It's the last week of school. We don't do anything in class, really. Belek didn't even bother to bring his bag with him today. And since it's the last week of school you can get in trouble all the time you want.
Adela (our dance teacher) wasn't there so we had Mme Roussel (!) and another french teacher substituting. Mme Roussel was teaching Niko how to dance (XD) and the other teacher showed us how to warm up in her short dress (sitting on the floor with her legs spread is a "great" idea). I don't know why, but Mme Boisson (another french teacher), my french teacher Mme Farcy and another guy I don't know decided to join us. They stood at the door and talked. They were trying to figure out how to blow into a strange-looking "whistle" and it didn't make noise. I didn't have a slightest idea what the hell they were doing. Seriously! Why?
At lunch time Yasmin and I decided to sit with the french teachers.

They were kind of confused since no ordinary student would want to sit with a bunch of teachers (especially french teachers). Franny, who wasn't hungry at all, joined us and Mme Roussel wanted to feed her salad. What's up with Mme Roussel these days? She's just hilarious. For some reason I want to have her as a teacher next year.

And today it was our last french class!!!!! It's also kind of sad to believe it because this year french class was some sort of entertainment for me (unlike last year when it was just torture!).

By the way, I got a haircut! I don't have a picture yet, but now my hair is reallllly short. It's just a bit lower than my ears. And it looks very nice! ;-)

Just pictures